Train to Another World

"Hehehe." Seeing their brother's miserable state, the twins couldn't help laughing. Although they didn't get to play tricks on Li Zhuoguang this time, and were punished instead. But seeing their brother's miserable state, they felt much better.

Hermione was a little confused: "Why are you so happy to see Ron so miserable?"

"Every time we see little Ronnie get humiliated, we find it very funny."

Hermione was even more confused: "I heard Pojun say before that you were punished by him because you failed to ambush Li Zhuoguang. Didn't you ambush Li Zhuoguang because he bullied Ron?"

The twins looked at each other, and then they explained one by one:

"In fact, our biggest hobby is to bully little Ronnie."

"Of course, we are very generous. If others want to bully little Ronnie, we will We don't mind providing our stupid brother to entertain everyone."

"But!"

"Slytherin is an exception!"

"And most importantly, we are not teasing him because he bullied Ronnie."

"It's the broom."

"Because of him, this year's game is more difficult."

"Alas!"

"In fact, sports are still about skills..." Hermione wanted to comfort the two, but found that she couldn't comfort them anymore. Although skills are also important, even without Li Zhuoguang's sponsorship of brooms, Gryffindor has never been able to beat Slytherin in recent years.

So Hermione changed the subject: "After all, they are all Hogwarts schools and have coexisted for thousands of years. Why does Gryffindor hate Slytherin so much?"

Frett thought for a while and said to Hermione: "It wasn't like this before. Although the atmosphere of each school was different, everyone could still get along well. But after the rise and fall of You-Know-Who, it became like this now."

George went on to explain: "Those who followed You-Know-Who back then were basically Slytherins. The wizards who resisted You-Know-Who, although there were three schools... well, there were also a few Slytherins who were also fighting against You-Know-Who, but Gryffindor was still the main force.

And after the fall of You-Know-Who, the Minister of Magic was Fudge Connelly. I heard from my father that he was not a strong person. Minister of Power, so..."

Hermione was a little confused: "What does this have to do with the Minister of Magic?"

"There were many people who followed the mysterious man, but after the fall of the mysterious man, except for those crazy fanatics and those with solid evidence, many people escaped from prison under the pretext of being controlled by the Imperius Curse."

Fred glared at the Slytherin who passed by and laughed at him, and then said: "Can you imagine? The battle that year caused blood on both sides' hands, and that was ten years ago.

The nephews and nieces of both sides at that time were also our generation. For example, Flint who just passed by, according to the information I inquired, his uncle died in..."

"Hey!" George interrupted.

Fred shrugged: "Dad and his people were the backbone of the force back then. Do you really believe what he said that he didn't hurt anyone?"

The twins' words made Hermione understand roughly. Although she didn't understand Voldemort, she understood the mustache. The current situation is like putting the descendants of the officers and the descendants of the survivors in the same school ten years after the end of the second season.

Not killing anyone is already considered Dumbledore's prestige, and the usual fighting is already very restrained. In fact, from the beginning, Hermione was very dissatisfied with Gryffindor's attitude towards Pojun and herself. But now, she has some understanding. But for this kind of historical scar, she can't do anything, she can only rely on time to slowly heal. Or...

Hermione shook her head, sent the twins back to the lounge, and handed them over to their friends. Pojun also dragged Ron for two laps and returned to the lounge.

Pojun threw Ron, who was like a dead dog, to the ground and went to the hall for breakfast. Ron could only groan and ask for help from people around him: "Who can take me to the hospital wing?"

Unfortunately, he didn't have very close friends in school, and he was so smelly now that no one wanted to get close to him.

"Wingardium Leviosa!" Ron felt himself floating up again, and when he turned around, he found that it was still Hermione.

Hermione walked in front of him, waved her wand and led him out of the common room. This time Ron's face flushed, but he didn't say anything else.

For a period of time afterwards, Ron stopped making trouble, after all, who in Hogwarts didn't know his name, Ronald Barnabas Weasley.

As for the troll twins, they liked this nickname very much, and continued to fight against Li Zhuoguang tirelessly. Although they were always beaten badly by Li Zhuoguang, they didn't mind.

After all, if you want to play tricks on others, you have to be prepared to be played back.

A few days later, Halloween came, and it happened that today, the Slytherins received the gifts they had dreamed of, seven Nimbus 2000. Although the brooms were wrapped tightly, it was not difficult for others to guess what it was, whether it was the number or the shape of the package.

The other three houses all looked at them with envy, but there was nothing they could do about it. Slytherin already had an advantage because of its shamelessness and dirty play, and now with seven more top-notch brooms, it would probably be even harder to win.

Because the recipient was Li Zhuoguang, all seven broomsticks were thrown at Li Zhuoguang's head by the owls. He caught the brooms with a floating spell and called the Slytherin Quidditch captain to come to him to collect the brooms.

The captain was Marcus Flint, a man as thick as an orangutan who used his body to the extreme and always played with his body instead of his mind.

He greeted the team members and took the broom from Li Zhuoguang's hand. He gratefully said to Li Zhuoguang: "We discussed it and felt that we can't let you give this money in vain. We just happen to be short of a Seeker here, so why not It’s up to you.”

The surrounding Slytherins cast envious glances at Li Zhuoguang, a first-year Seeker. Although because of Harry Potter, the title of the youngest Seeker in the history of Hogwarts has been removed. There is no way to get it, but the first-year Seeker is also very attractive.

Li Zhuoguang, on the other hand, took a breath and looked at Flint in confusion: "I have already paid for it, but you still want me to contribute? Are you going to repay a favor with a grudge?!"

The Quidditch players looked at each other, wondering when joining the Quidditch team would be a disadvantage. However, after Flint repeatedly confirmed that Li Zhuoguang was unwilling to join the team, he gave up.

After all, it was quite stressful for him to let Li Zhuoguang join the team through sponsorship. Although the dean agreed without saying a word when he asked for instructions, doing such a thing would still be detrimental to him as the captain. Authoritative, this result cannot be better, wait...

Flint felt that he was a little stupid. The other party probably didn't want to join the team because he didn't want to have the reputation of entering the team through the back door. I just had to work around it.

So, Flint approached Li Zhuoguang: "This... it is true that the team does not have a seeker. I originally wanted to be the seeker myself, and then let the substitutes take over my position as the chaser.

But now that I think about it, this idea is very immature, so I plan to select a seeker tonight, and you can come over... come and take a look. "

With that, Flint left.