[Comprehensive] I'm so bewitching

Boys are always less interesting than girls.

I have long understood this truth.

Fortunately, both Potter and Black are better looking.Moreover, when I arrived at the competition venue, I planned to ask them to help me take a good position-I believe they still have this insight.

So, along the way, Susan and I kept "hey hey".

"Malfoy should spend at least two hours grooming himself before going out in the morning!"

"His girlfriend spends twice as much time as him!"

"I bet Hope can't even take 5 minutes... No, he only needs 3 minutes!"

Originally, the five of us walked in a row.After finding that Potter and Black were boring and always yelling and fighting, we three girls walked far ahead and told them to follow behind.

Even so, we can still hear their slapstick.

From time to time, spells fly past our scalps.

I'm going to talk to Potter and Black.

But Mary grabbed me. She blushed and said, "Evans, we are not hurt, so don't trouble them."

"It's okay, they are very resistant to beating." I said frankly.

Especially Black, I hit so hard, but he still acted as if nothing had happened.

Besides, this is the wizarding world, and spells are omnipotent.Like my dad, the muscle damage is so severe that a Restoration Charm can be thrown and he will be fine.

Moreover, our school has a very large medical room with experienced therapists. Even if I accidentally break Potter and Black, I believe they will recover quickly.

"Don't go!" Mary grabbed my sleeve, she stammered, "Look at Susan, she's fine, so don't go."

I looked at Susan.

Just now, a spell flew past Susan's scalp. It was a wind spell, and because of its high speed, it cut off a few strands of Susan's hair.

Susan glanced at Mary, she smiled, and put her arms around me: "I'm fine."

"Forget it." I didn't really want to find those two boring boys.

So, Susan and I got together and chattered again.

"You said, does Blake in our courtyard have to pack for a long time before going out?" I asked Susan in a low voice.

Sirius Black was a handsome young man. He was wearing a simple style, but the material was particularly outstanding. At first glance, he was different from other wizard robes. His short black hair was neatly arranged, and even the shoes looked unusual.

To put it bluntly, his whole body gives people the impression that I am rich!All of you people’s outfits combined, can’t compare to a sock of mine!

His cousin is Narcissa Black again, a beauty who is said to spend four hours grooming before going out.

Susan didn't answer me.She and I looked at each other and smiled, "Hey hey".

Boys... expect them to love cleanliness?

Of course, Malfoy is an exception.

"Oh!" Suddenly, Mary beside her exclaimed.

I saw that the top of her head was drenched, as if she had been drenched by the rain. Not only was her hair wet, but her upper body clothes were also wet.

"Potter! Black!" I turned to look at the culprit, "Can you two pick a place where no one is around?"

Mary tugged at my sleeve and whispered, "I'm fine, Evans, don't be angry."

"The two of them dropped several spells!" I said seriously, "Fortunately, this time it's a water spell. What if it's a fire spell? Your hair and clothes are going to catch fire! How dangerous!"

Gryffindor is enough to have me as a dangerous person.The headmaster is so busy, especially now that he has become handsome, he must spend more time maintaining his image, so how can he have the energy to take care of these little wizards?

As a kind and considerate girl, I should help the principal solve his problems, so that he has enough time and energy, as well as a happy mood, to take me home every day to see my parents.

"I'm sorry." Potter lowered his wand and stepped forward to apologize to Mary.

Mary's face turned red, and she hurriedly said: "It's okay, it's okay, I'm fine."

"Black!" I nodded my chin at Black who was standing still.

Blake lolled over and said in a casual tone, "I'm sorry."

"Again!" I shouted.

Blake glanced at me, and suddenly he raised his wand and pointed it at Mary.

"Quick drying!" Blake read.

A wave of magic flowed from the tip of his staff and fell on Mary.Immediately, the moisture on Mary's body evaporated, and she became dry and tidy.

"Okay?" Black put away his wand and raised an eyebrow at me.

I nodded approvingly at him: "You did a good job. An apology in action is more meaningful than an apology in words."

After speaking, I turned around and walked forward with Susan and Mary.

I heard Blake's strange cry from behind: "Hey, buddy, what are you kicking me for?"

Potter said nothing.

But there was a "plop" sound behind him, as if someone had fallen to the ground.

I'm not interested in watching. They have to make dozens of scenes like this a day.

Finally came to the Quidditch pitch.

"Huh, why aren't there many people?" The field is huge, and the stands are very high, but the people watching the game are sparse, not even one-third of the seats are full, and there are not many Ravenclaws and Hufflepuffs. of.

Susan said: "This is not a formal competition, but a bet held by Hope and Malfoy. The official competition started in November, and they are now practicing their skills and getting to the bottom of it."

"I see." I nodded, admiring Susan even more.

There was simply nothing she didn't know.

If I had known earlier, I would not have come with Potter and Black, because there is no need to fight for seats, and the stands are so big, we can sit wherever we want.

"Evans, come here, the view here is good!" Potter called me loudly.

I looked at him, and saw him standing at a very high place, his black hair was blown messy, covering his golden-brown eyes.He waved his hands vigorously and shouted at me very excitedly.

"Hey, let's go." Susan whispered in my ear, "This is a rare opportunity to sit with a handsome guy."

I looked at Mary again: "Do you want to go?"

To my surprise, Mary nodded: "Yes."

Her face was flushed, and she lowered her head slightly, looking limp.

I said to her, "You are so easy to talk to. Potter and Black bully you like that, and you are willing to sit with them."

Mary blushed even more. She smiled at me and said, "They're all classmates, there's nothing unreasonable about it, and they didn't mean it. And, besides, Blake dried me off."

"Okay then." Since neither of them objected, I walked up to where Potter was.

Potter saw me passing, but raised his hand and said, "Evans, wait a moment."

Then, he raised his wand, pointed at a seat, and cast a spell.A jet of water gushed out from the tip of his staff and poured on the seat.Then, he chanted a drying mantra to dry the water stains.

After repeating it three times, he looked at me with a reddish face and said, "Evans, you can sit down now."

"Thank you." I smiled at him, appreciating his kindness.

When Potter saw me sit down, he jumped over and sat down beside me.

Blake sat down behind him.

Susan and Mary sat on the other side of me.

"They're about to start!" Susan exclaimed, pointing to the venue, and said to me.

Players one by one, got on the broom and started to lift off.

Quidditch is very complicated to play, and there are three kinds of balls.

One of them is called Quaffle, which is similar to football, just hit the opponent's goal frame.

There is also a Bludger, which is responsible for making trouble and knocking players down.

Players fly so high, once they are knocked down, the chances of re-entering the field are not great.

The other is called the golden snitch, which is very small, even smaller than an egg, but it will fly in the sky and underground in a vast field.And to end the game, one side must catch the Golden Snitch.

"It's so brave!" I looked at the fifth-grade wizards who had already started to play ball on their brooms in the sky, and I felt admiration in my heart.

Each side has seven players.

There are fourteen players in total.

I looked it over carefully, and finally stopped my gaze on Malfoy, refusing to move away.

He looks so exquisite!

It is the kind of very gorgeous, very expensive, like a goldware carefully carved and placed in a jewelry store.

Malfoy was the Chaser, and like Hope in our yard, he was responsible for knocking the Quaffle into the opponent's goalpost.

He was riding on a broom, and the wizard's robe was blown tightly around him by the wind, exposing his figure.

It's not the very strong kind, but it's by no means thin. It belongs to the kind of health and strength that is just right.

He and Hope back and forth, occasionally bumping into each other in the air on a broomstick.

Oh, it was Hope who hit him.

Hope was tall and strong, almost two sizes bigger than Malfoy, and he could knock Malfoy crooked every time.

"Shameless!"

"Rude Lion!"

The Slytherins shouted from the stands.

And the Gryffindors whistled: "Hope come on!"

"If you win, Evans from the first grade will give you a kiss!"

Hope flew very high, and I don't know how he heard it, so he rushed down on the broom immediately: "Evans? Is he the most beautiful freshman this year?"

"Yes, Hope!" Someone stood up and pointed in my direction, "She's sitting there, watching you play! Hope, you have to behave yourself!"

Hope looked at me.

He gave me a big smile.

Then I couldn't see him because Potter and Black both stood up in front of me.

"Evans is our first year!" Potter yelled.

"Evans belongs to my buddies!" Blake yelled.