Chapter 38 Ah, a Day Full of Surprises

Chapter 38 Ah~ A day full of surprises

"Oh, by the way, Harry, what did you say that the first-year students will participate in?"

After digesting the matter of the Nimbus 2000, Rolf came back to his senses and asked apologetically. He was impatient just now, and it was impolite to interrupt others.

"Join the Quidditch college team. I think I can fly well. If I can sign up, I think it shouldn't be difficult to get in."

"That is to say!"

Justin, who had been silent, lit up his eyes, "If Harry can join the college team, he can ride the Nimbus 2000 openly?"

"Yes!"

Rolf, who suddenly became excited and patted his thigh, also figured it out.

"Whether it works or not, let's try it first! Professor Sprout should be easy to talk to."

"Come on, Harry, take your Nimbus 2000, we'll go ask the professor now."

The three people got up in a hurry and ran to the dormitory with Harry. However, it was already past eleven o'clock. Although Hogwarts did not have a lights-out time, young wizards were not allowed to wander around the castle after eleven o'clock.

"We can only wait until tomorrow." Several people sighed. Although night tours were a tradition of Hufflepuff, the areas that Filch and professors did not care about were only from the lounge to the kitchen. Once they slipped out, they would be caught.

But before going to bed, they still asked Harry to take out the Nimbus 2000. The empty space in the dormitory was not large, but it was no problem for a person to ride the Nimbus 2000 and float a few feet above the ground.

Compared to taking off, this kind of suspension was not difficult at all. Even Neville, who lacked confidence, rode the Nimbus 2000 steadily with their encouragement. He floated a few feet high and could touch the ceiling with his hand.

"I flew up! I didn't fall down!"

Neville clenched his fists excitedly, his palms sweating.

"Of course, Neville, you are just not confident enough. Didn't you do well in the first potion class? In the subsequent herbology class, Professor Sprout gave you extra points. You took good care of the jumping mushrooms, didn't you? And it was easy to spread the spores. You are no worse than anyone else, Neville."

Neville's biggest shortcoming is not his forgetfulness and carelessness, but his lack of confidence. Although there are times when he can't remember things, more troubles are caused by his fear of doing it. There is often only one chance, and hesitation will lead to failure.

"Yes, Neville, you got 22 points this week! No one combined got so many points in the first week!"

"You have broken the extra points record! This is a great thing!"

Several friends said one after another, they all hoped that Neville could be more confident. These sincere words touched Neville beyond words.

He landed slowly, sniffing hard, wiping his face with his chubby little hands. When he looked up, Neville showed a big smile full of gratitude. He didn't dare to speak, so he could only nod hard, and then reached out to hug everyone.

"Thank you." He spoke softly, a little unclearly, "It's great to meet you all."

"It's also a great fortune for us to meet you, Neville."

With gratitude for his companions and excitement for tomorrow, Neville tossed and turned in bed for a long time. With the slight snoring, the night of Hogwarts slipped away again.

As soon as the Transfiguration class on Monday morning was over, Harry, carrying a black dragon leather backpack, was pushed by them to the door of Professor Sprout's office.

"The professor doesn't seem to have classes this morning, so he should be inside."

Rolf boldly reached out and knocked on the door, but after the knocks, a line of words appeared on the door of the office: 'Please go to Greenhouse No. 11 if you have anything to do'

"I was careless!"

Several people spoke with some annoyance. Professor Sprout's love for plants is extraordinary. If she has free time, she will definitely not spend time in the office. The greenhouse is her second home, and there are many little babies in it that need her careful care.

The hurried people quickly went downstairs along the stairs. When they ran to the lawn of Hogwarts, except for Harry who was not blushing and out of breath, the other three were more or less breathing heavily. Hogwarts is good in everything, but the place is too big. This huge castle that occupies the entire cliff and is built from the top of the cliff to the edge of the Black Lake is a bit troublesome in some cases.

"Let's exercise more in the future, everyone. We've only been running for a short while and we're already panting. If our bodies are broken, we can't be good wizards."

"Is there still such a saying?"

Justin, who has been addicted to reading since childhood, is a sports loser like Neville. At least before they started exercising, both of them had poor physical strength.

"I joined Professor Flitwick's dueling club, and one of the trainings is physical training. Even for wizards, if they want to perform well in battle, a good body is essential."

"Isn't there also Apparition?"

"Short-distance, high-frequency Apparition puts a greater burden on the body." Harry rolled his eyes, "Nothing in the world is perfect, and so is magic."

"Oh" The somewhat dejected duo hung their heads and slowed down their pace.

"You say," Rove looked at Harry suspiciously. He was also panting just now, but much better than Neville and Justin. "It's not possible that we are not good at it, but that something is wrong with you, Harry?"

"You have run for almost a mile, how come you are not out of breath?"

Although he is still young, Rove has often gone with his father and grandfather to take care of those magical creatures. His physical strength is definitely good among his peers, but he is a little tired after running for half a day.

"Can I still live without panting?" Harry shivered and put his hands on his waist, and laughed like an arrogant big devil: "You are too weak, ah ha ha ha ha."

When several people raised their legs and kicked, Harry, who had rushed out several meters in a flash, took a turtle step that didn't recognize any relatives and cleared the way in front. The three people who were angry and wanted to laugh had no choice but to follow, but after these interruptions, the rest of the road didn't seem so tiring.

They approached the greenhouse not far from the Black Lake. The greenhouse shone with crystal light in the sun and was colorful. Magical plants from all over the world thrived under the careful cultivation of Professor Sprout. The smaller the number of the greenhouse, the higher the danger it represents. It is said that in the greenhouse with single digits, a senior saw some indescribable tentacles.

However, these are all campus legends, and the possibility of fabrication is very high. Maybe the guy saw just a stronger devil's snare, and then after adding fuel to the fire, the story used to scare people appeared.

Greenhouse No. 11 is not a high-risk type. Generally, wizards in the fourth and fifth grades will come to the greenhouse in this area for class, and safety is guaranteed.

After pressing the doorbell outside the greenhouse, Professor Sprout's chubby figure appeared in front of them.

"Oh, kid, what's the matter?"

After wiping the dirt on her hands with an apron, Professor Sprout spoke gently. She is easy to talk to most of the time, as long as you don't hurt her little babies.

"It's like this, Professor."

Harry took a half step forward and spoke. He explained the matter carefully, telling the professor that he wanted to join the Quidditch college team and the Nimbus 2000.

"Is that so?"

After listening to Harry's narration, Professor Sprout paused for a moment, her eyes swept over the Nimbus 2000 in Harry's hand, and then spoke.

"I will write to your Professor Hooch. Tomorrow is your first flying class. If you can get her consent, then I will allow you to participate in the college team selection."

"After all, I don't know much about Quidditch. Professor Hooch has rich experience to make accurate judgments."

"Thank you very much, Professor Sprout! Thank you for giving me this opportunity."

Harry hurriedly thanked him. It was natural that he didn't agree directly. It was impossible to gain complete trust without words, but as long as there was a chance to show it, everything would be easy.

"If you are good enough, it will be a good thing for both me and Hufflepuff." Professor Sprout waved his hand, then showed a more amiable smile, "Since you are here, then you can come in. I just happen to be short of staff here, come in."

The four people who could not refuse had no choice but to bite the bullet and follow the professor into the greenhouse. It was completely as they expected. The greenhouse was piled with "soil" that exuded a wonderful smell, and their job must be

"Hey! It's Harry!"

Two identical voices sounded, and the Weasley twins with bright red bird nest hair were leaning on dung forks and grinning at them.

"What a touching thing! Harry, you must have received our telepathy, right!"

"You must have received it, right! You even brought three good helpers to help us!"

"Come, take this dung fork, hold this shovel, we still have 15 tons of fermented manure to mix, if it's too late, we won't be able to make it in time for lunch."

The four people who wanted to cry but had no tears put on gloves and aprons under the warm welcome of the twins, and joined the two of them, waving dung forks and shovels to join the busy fertilizer mixing.

I don't know if today is happy or not, but it is definitely full of surprises.

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