Hogwarts Slytherin

In the Quidditch training ground.

Dorcas continued the boasting session.

"James and Sirius have a perfect understanding of each other!" James quickly clapped and cooperated with her.

"Hearing what you say, we will definitely lose." Fenwick said slowly.

"Oh, Benji, don't you want to defeat Slytherin again? Wash away your shame." Marlene said.

"I said I'm not interested in Quidditch. You forced me to come." Fenwick said coldly.

"I forced you to do it. So why are you standing here now? Don't you have any desire in your heart to return to the Quidditch pitch?" Marlene said forcefully, crossing her arms.

Fenwick said no more, and the four third-year students looked at each other, unsure of the current situation.

"Stop arguing and just concentrate on the game." Edgar said with a straight face.

"If you think so, I can find a new Chaser." Marlene said aggressively.

Fenwick was silent.

"Come on!" James clapped his hands, "Benji, get those pureblood bastards off their broomsticks!"

Fenwick pursed his lips, and then nodded slowly, as if making a major decision.

The day of competition is coming soon.

The players put on their bright red jerseys and Dorcas began to give her pregame speech as captain.

"This is the third Quidditch match this semester, and the fourth Quidditch match for Gryffindor. Moreover, our opponent is Slytherin." She coughed a few times.

"None of you want to lose, right? We lost to Slytherin last semester, and they won't be so lucky this time. I believe in you, and I believe in myself," she gave an encouraging smile.

"We will definitely win the Quidditch Cup or even the Academy Cup!" Everyone applauded enthusiastically, but Edgar, who was usually serious, was the most excited.

They entered the stadium and the stands were packed, one never gets tired of Gryffindor and Slytherin games.

James struggled to find his friends among the red and gold crowd.

Lupine and Peter were waving red flags, and as expected, they had his and Sirius' initials on them.

He couldn't help but smile at each other.

The new captain of Slytherin was Flint. He glanced at Dorcas provocatively, and Dorcas gave him a disdainful smile in return.

The two men's handshakes seemed like a precursor to a duel.

Mrs. Huo Qi blew the whistle, and the players from both sides rushed into the sky.

Gryffindor's new batter changed from the leisurely "ranger" style of the previous one, and aimed at the target - Avery at the beginning of the game.

After such a long period of high-pressure training by Dorcas, hitting the Bludger is as easy as casting a spell for this newcomer. Even if he is just a newcomer, he can already predict the trajectory of the Bludger skillfully.

So Avery and the other Gryffindor pursuer soon realized that the Bludger was following them.

He was teasing them intentionally, since knocking them off their brooms too quickly wouldn't be fun.

"Potter scores another goal. Gryffindor beats Slytherin thirty to zero." A Hufflepuff boy said calmly. His enunciation was clear and lacked the feeling of Skeeter's blabbering.

Many people in the stands felt a little regretful about this.

James continued to gallop through the air with the broom under him. Each Marauder has his or her own strengths, and James has unparalleled Quidditch and transfiguration talents - although he has very little transfiguration talent. Revealed.

In mid-air, he was so handy that he looked like a bird.

Sirius was flying around him on his broomstick. They were indeed a pair of conjoined twins who knew what the other wanted without communicating.

"MacKinnon passed the Quaffle to Potter - oh, Travers attacked Fenwick." Even though James was very worried about Fenwick now, he had to wonder about the use of Hufflepuff commentary. word.

"Foul! Foul!" The golden-red crowd became excited and most people shouted loudly. Lily and Mary in the stands also waved the red flags in their hands. Professor McGonagall even took off her glasses and squinted to watch the game.

"Foul? Oh, this is very obvious." Hufflepuff seemed to have a different opinion on this, which aroused the dissatisfaction of other houses. The noisy voice was also an important factor affecting the performance of the Quidditch players.

James felt his head pounding, and he sincerely hoped that his teammates were not affected.

But thankfully, James scored another goal in this gap!

The complaints of the golden and red crowd quickly turned into cheers. Lily in the stands could even see James shaking his head proudly through the telescope in his hand.

In Quidditch, James always attracts special attention, and people can't help but focus on him. He is a natural Quidditch star.

If it weren't for Voldemort and not in this era, he might not have to join the Order of the Phoenix later, but would have become a very outstanding Quidditch star.

Just like what he has always liked - stealing the show in various arenas and attracting countless applause and cheers.

Even Lily, who hated him so much... looked at the proud boy on the broomstick, and wondered if it was her imagination. She felt that James looked much more handsome today than in the past.

"The Golden Snitch has appeared." Hufflepuff continued to announce, and Dorcas, who had been wandering around, rushed out on his broomstick.

Regulus followed closely behind. His broom was Nimbus' latest model and was still a friendly sponsorship from Lucius.

Even though Lucius's current situation doesn't look good, a small amount of money like this is still nothing to worry about.

It is worth mentioning that Dorcas switched to the latest model of broom this year.

At this time, the competition is between the skills of two people.

James is very calm. He believes that Dorcas can get the Golden Snitch. She is the best Seeker he has ever seen. She never slackens on her training.

"McKinnon intends to pass the ball to Potter. Gryffindor looks like it will score another ten points." The voice of the Hufflepuff boy's commentator was still very calm.

To be honest, it is very rare to be able to commentate on a lively and highly anticipated game so boringly.

His voice continued, "Meadows and Black are not far apart, but Meadows is clearly superior."

"Meadows stretched out her hand - she caught the Golden Snitch!" the Hufflepuff boy suddenly shouted loudly, his face turning red.

Dorcas waved his arms proudly, golden light shining in his right hand.

The crowd roared again, and Professor McGonagall put on her glasses again.

"Gryffindor vs. Slytherin, 270 vs. [-]." The Gryffindor players hugged each other.

"Hey, don't hug me so tightly! I'm going to fall!" Dorcas said hoarsely.

"You're amazing! Dorcas!" James laughed and coughed several times.

Marlene MacKinnon kissed Dorcas on the cheek.

******

While the Quidditch match was in full swing, Reggie knocked on the door of an office on the third floor.

"Please come in."

With permission, he pushed open the door and entered.

Mr. Dearborn, the former Auror and current substitute professor of Defense Against the Dark Arts, is sitting behind his desk.

Holding a magnifying glass in his hand, he looked through a book that was not old.As soon as he saw his visitor, he turned his book upside down and stood up.

"You're here, Regis." Professor Dearborn greeted him warmly and asked the Slytherin student to sit down on the sofa.

"You came earlier than I expected. I'm sorry that you had to take up such an important day to help me."

"Please don't say that, sir. I would be honored to serve you."

Professor Dearborn smiled and nodded, and his eyes fell on the boy's hidden robe. The robe was not very ordinary, but it had a strange magic wave.

Moreover, with his eyesight, he could see the faint magic lines on it.

He remembered some information he had seen about this child before.

"Is it quite cold outside? Do you want a cup of hot tea?" He handed him a small porcelain cup. The edge of the cup was slightly chipped, but it did not affect its use.

"You don't need to be so restrained here, just like at home - I mean, at your dean's place."

Reggie took the cup, then took the teapot and filled it for the two of them.

He looked calm, as if he didn't hear the word "home" spoken by Dearborn.

"Thank you, Professor. I'm not cold." The boy looked humble and polite. "I came here as soon as I received the notice from Professor Slughorn. I wonder what you need me to do, sir?"

"Oh, that's it -" Professor Dearborn picked up the tea cup and sat across from him, blowing lightly.

"Look, Reggie, Easter is coming soon, but because of my recuperation, I missed a few classes' homework and haven't finished it yet. But recently I have a lot of things to do, and I can't cope with it. So Well, I need a student to help me one by one."

Before he finished speaking, a high-pitched whistle suddenly sounded in the office, completely covering up all other sounds.

Professor Dearborn's face suddenly became embarrassed.

Reggie looked around and saw a small glass top spinning and shining on the large desk.

"Merlin's beard—I forgot about that."

Professor Dearborn complained as he walked over, grabbed the small top with his left hand, and stuffed it and his gloves into the drawer.

Seeing this scene, a hint of coldness flashed in Reggie's eyes.

"Professor," when the other party turned around, he deliberately asked, following the topic just now, "You just wanted to say that you will be very busy during this period, right?"

"That's right." Professor Dearborn said, lifting up one of the buds, and then took it off in front of Reggie.

"Prosthetic limb?" Reggie's eyes widened, he didn't expect such a thing to exist in the magic world.

"Even though my hand is made of wood, the joints are still metal and need to be oiled from time to time. When encountering such cold and humid weather, it will be uncomfortable! Speaking of which, Muggles are really geniuses."

He closed the drawer, raised his right hand that looked no different from a normal person and turned it around, as if he just said something no big deal.

"I'm ashamed to say that the night before yesterday I could barely hold a pen with my hand and couldn't write a few words at all."

The high-pitched whistle sounded again, and it was more piercing than before.

Reggie sneered in his heart and watched calmly as Professor Dearborn frowned, opened the drawer again, and took out the small top.

Lying to a looking glass is not a smart choice...

he thinks.Maybe I should remind this poor actor.

"Professor, can I ask, what is this?" Reggie deliberately pretended to be ignorant and curious, "I have never seen this before, but it seems to be some kind of siren, am I right? But IMHO, it’s a bit noisy.”

"Oh, don't mind that, Reggie. I'll get rid of it right away, right now." Professor Dearborn took out his wand with an embarrassed look on his face.

"This is a looking glass. I have carried it for many years. It can help you identify many suspicious things. However, since coming to Hogwarts, this thing is not as useful as before. It has become a little... .....Some...uh——"

"Sensitive?" He gave a step at the right time.

"That's right! Sensitive." The professor waved his wand, and the looking glass immediately stopped spinning and making noise.Now they have nothing to worry about.

"I originally wanted to use it to assist in checking your papers, but it is too sensitive. And the students here, just like us back then, always like to copy casually and perfunctoryly. Of course, I am talking about college students. Most people, not including you.”

Dearborn blinked and tried to look more agreeable.

"Speaking of this Reggie, I came to you today just because I want you to help me grade a batch of papers."

Reggie looked a little surprised.

"Professor, I'm not sure I can—"

"Don't be so modest, Reggie, you are absolutely fine. When I talked about this with Professor Slughorn, he was the first to recommend you." He waved his hand and asked him to sit down first.

"Reggie, this is not difficult to do. It's just a batch of first-grade papers. These children can't write anything new. What's more, I believe that with your level, it is more than enough to correct their homework. Drink first. After you finish this cup of tea, warm yourself up, and I’ll tell you what to do later.”

He waved his wand and the glass was filled again.

Reggie lowered his head and took a sip, letting the tea slowly slide down his throat.

Asking yourself to help grade first-year papers?This is obviously not the real purpose of Dearborn calling him here today.

Speaking of which, how did this guy become an Auror?How could he feel that he couldn't recognize the looking glass just now?Almost every store in Diagon Alley has gadgets like this!

"Is he really just negligent? Or -" Reggie thought for a while and decided to be more cautious.

"Thank you for your hospitality, sir. I feel very warm now."

Reggie put the tea cup back on the tray aside, "I think I'm ready."

"Okay, you come with me."

Dearborn led him to the desk, pushed over a thick stack of parchment, and gave him a red ink bottle and quill.

"These are the papers handed in by the first years... This stack is for Gryffindor, and the ones over there are for Slytherin, Hufflepuff and Ravenclaw - be careful not to mix them up."