Chapter 336 Harry: Do You Want Me to Show Off?

I don’t know if the professors held seminars together and discussed something, but various club activities in the school began to become more frequent.

Professor Flitwick's Charms Club always carries out activities on Tuesdays, instructing lower-level students on basic spellcasting, correcting their bad habits, occasionally giving some tips on spellcasting, and even teaching some less serious spells, such as the Falling Curse. , leg tripping curse, bat spirit curse...

The young wizards liked the change, and of course they would be even happier if Professor Flitwick didn't repeatedly insist that spellcasting was prohibited in the school corridors and that violators would be put in solitary confinement.

The content of the senior division is more profound. On the basis of daily spells, Professor Flitwick guides the young wizards to explore ancient magic... It is said to be exploration, but in fact Professor Flitwick uses his research results in flexible ways. Profound methods are taught to young wizards.

Seamus yearned very much for the Senior Division, especially the rumored improved Explosive Curse by Professor Flitwick.

The Potions Club has also made some changes. Professor Snape probably reached some kind of tacit understanding with Professor McGonagall, and the number of new members recruited was twice that of last year.

Almost all students in the advanced class of Potions have received invitations, and among the lower-grade wizards, many with excellent results in Potions have also received invitations.

…

Harry lowered his head listlessly, slowly holding on to the armrest of the sofa, and struggled to move to the sofa. Then, as if he had been hit by an extraction spell, he collapsed limply on the sofa. He looked like an elderly man. The old man looked at him, which made the friends next to him feel inexplicably sad.

Ron looked at Loren in confusion: "I remember you just came back from the Potions Club. Why does Harry look like this? Today's Potions Club activities involve physical labor, or was Harry used by Snape to test potions?"

"Huh? No..." Loren recalled it carefully and shook his head firmly, "Today, the old members taught the new members how to make rue essence. We are already very skilled, and it is not hard at all."

Hermione looked at Harry worriedly: "Are you okay? Are you sick?"

"Yeah, it's not hard at all." Harry raised his right hand feebly, then slumped down, crying, but found that some words were difficult to say, so he could only swallow the bitter taste silently.

Qiu Zhang is a new member, and Cedric is in front teaching her how to brew rue essence quickly, holding hands... Loren and Hermione are pulling and pulling in the other direction...

At that time, he wanted to stuff all these people into a crucible and boil them all into rue essence.

Harry thought for a while and turned his eyes to the other side: "Loren, can you apply to withdraw from the Potions Club? I feel like I have no talent in potions?"

"I think you can give it a try." Loren spread his hands and said easily, "If you are not worried about the consequences..."

"What consequences?"

Ron came over and patted him on the shoulder sympathetically: "Every potion class in the future will be watched by the old bat, and you may be used as a test material at any time."

"Oh no!"

Harry covered his cheek in pain, feeling that the days ahead were dim.

…

Harry's depression did not last long, time flew by to late November, and there was a Quidditch match this Saturday between Gryffindor and Ravenclaw.

The weather over the past two days has been neither good nor bad, there has been no rain, the howling north wind is still cold, and the sky is not exactly bright. It's perfect weather for playing Quidditch.

Coming out of the locker room and receiving the game broom issued by the school, Oliver Wood, the captain of the Gryffindor team, and Harry Potter, the invincible seeker, walked side by side at the front, leading the players. Go to the entrance.

"Nimbus 2000! I can fly happily again!" Fred cheered.

George waved his broom and cheered together: "Those nerds in Ravenclaw, I want them not to even see my ass."

"Honestly, George, no one wants to see your ass."

"Oh, Angelina, you're mistaken, I'm Fred."

"Don't try to lie to me, George, I can tell you two apart."

"Um?"

George narrowed his eyes. He vaguely noticed something was wrong and fell into deep thinking.

Listening to the noise of the team members, Wood had a smile on his lips.

They were sure to win this game, not because they looked down on the nerds in Ravenclaw, but because they were confident in themselves.

Wood was thinking this in his mind. From the corner of his eye, he suddenly saw Harry next to him looking a little dazed. Wood reached out and patted Harry on the shoulder: "You are already an experienced seeker. Are you still nervous, Harry?"

"Kinda." Harry replied groggily.

"Oh, don't worry too much. Just be careful to avoid the Bludgers and leave the rest to us."

Harry couldn't help but smile. He knew what Wood meant by what he said... When Wood was a novice player, he was hit in the head by a Bludger two minutes into his first appearance and was unconscious for a week.

There were loud cheers outside, and the sound waves even brought up gusts of breeze, making the Gryffindor uniforms rustle. The wooden door to the entrance opened, and the cheers from the audience became louder, flooding into the ears like a tide, making people's blood boil.

The outside of Gryffindor's robes is a bright and passionate fiery red, while the inside is a restrained and dazzling golden yellow. The red light reflects on the face, making it look particularly energetic. Gryffindor's style can be seen at a glance.

The Ravenclaw players on the opposite side entered one after another, and Harry immediately saw Qiu Zhang walking on the right side. She was wearing a blue and gray Ravenclaw uniform, mysterious and elegant.

Despicable Cedric!

Harry thought he had given up and calmed down, but the moment he saw Qiu Zhang, Harry couldn't help but grit his teeth.

Why can Cedric be with Qiu Zhang? What does Qiu Zhang like about Cedric?

Just because they were practicing together on the Quidditch pitch?

Because he's Hufflepuff's Seeker?

Because he's so good at Quidditch?

Today, he must prove it in front of Qiu Zhang——

I, Harry Potter, am more skilled at Quidditch than Cedric.

Harry's hand on the broom tightened, and his eyes became determined. At this moment, his eyes were like a real Gryffindor lion, sharp and full of majesty.

"Everyone——"

Loren prolonged his passionate voice, and then spat out the rest of the words in one breath, "The timid little man who was frightened by Gryffindor, the frustrated man who was defeated by Gryffindor just two weeks ago, will soon be defeated by Gryffindor." The poor people who were defeated, and the Gryffindors who are about to win the championship again! Hello everyone!"

As if someone had cast a spell on them, the deafening cheers instantly fell silent. The little wizards slowly opened their mouths and looked at the commentary box in disbelief as if they had been struck by thunder.

Even the Gryffindor wizards stopped cheering.

Another commentator, Lee Jordan, looked at Loren with a dull expression, his eyes full of shock and admiration.

I thought that after two years of training, my commentary skills had caught up with Loren's.

Now it seems that it is still far away.

I wonder if he would have the opportunity to give such a wonderful commentary before graduation.

"Loren Morgan!"

Professor McGonagall immediately dragged him down from the explanation table. The Head of Gryffindor raised his eyebrows in anger. Professor McGonagall stared at him fiercely: "You stay here, and you are not allowed to go anywhere. You will never be allowed near the commentary box again!"

Loren had a well-behaved expression: "Follow your orders, my most respected professor."

Under the urging of Professor McGonagall, Lee Jordan gradually came back to his senses and continued to explain the game with some stuttering: "Hello everyone, welcome to the second Quidditch match of Hogwarts this season. Today's match is between Gryffindor and the upcoming team - and Ravenclaw..."

"Lee Jordan also wants to talk about Ravenclaw who is about to be defeated by Gryffindor, right?" Parvati couldn't help laughing and fell on Lavender, her shoulders and stomach twitching, and her mouth stopped. The giggles that don't come down.

Lavender also burst out laughing: "Loren, Loren is so funny!"

Hermione's face was full of helplessness, and she knew that Loren would not explain calmly.

Someone's wise words at the beginning clearly aroused the fighting spirit of the Ravenclaw team. Captain and Chaser Roger Davis had a sullen face and showed no intention to speak when he said hello before the game.

Batters Jason Samuels and Duncan Ingleby looked angrily at Harry and seemed intent on bludgeoning him with Bludgers.

Seeker Cho Chang also gave Harry a hard look as she passed him.

Harry's heart was beating rapidly, a little excited and full of fighting spirit.

She's looking at me!

Harry secretly made up his mind - he must show his superb Quidditch skills in front of Qiu Zhang, defeat them severely, and let Qiu Zhang see how powerful he is.

Then comfort her considerately and find time to ask her to practice Quidditch skills together...

Wait, wouldn’t he become a despicable third party?

No, no, Harry decided to postpone the rest of the matter until Cho Chang and Cedric broke up. As for whether they will break up, is there any need to say?

Harry was imagining while listening to Mrs. Hooch's whistle, and with full fighting spirit, he rose into the sky like a rocket.

In the face of absolute strength, no matter how much anger is in vain, Gryffindor defeated Ravenclaw in a crushing manner.

Especially the seeker Harry Potter, who used all kinds of gorgeous flying skills in front of the Ravenclaw seekers, using the same broom, which made Qiu Zhang go numb.

But the result was different from what Harry expected.

After the show, Qiu Zhang's eyes turned red and she threw herself into Cedric's arms with tears of grievance.

"..."

Harry froze in place, falling into deep depression and self-doubt.

…

On the evening of the third Saturday in November, Loren knocked on the door of the Defense Against the Dark Arts office.

"Good evening, Professor Lupin."

Loren raised the tightly sealed crystal bottle in his hand and said hello with a smile.

"Well, judging from the experience of the past few months, tonight probably won't be too good."

Lupine, who was reading the newspaper, shook his head helplessly, put the Daily Prophet aside, and waved for Loren to sit over.

Lu Ping picked up the teapot and poured a cup of hot tea for Loren: "I remember the improvement plans you mentioned... This month, it should be the turn of the corpse-smelling konjac, right?"

"Yes, but Snape lowered the concentration." Loren explained in a guilty tone and handed over the crystal bottle in his hand.

While Lupine was putting away the Wolfsbane potion, Loren was attracted by the dynamic photo in the center of the "Daily Prophet" page——

A middle-aged man with a beard on his chin was waving to the camera. Next to him was a somewhat embarrassed Fudge. His right hand was spread out and hanging in the air, paused, and then retracted it stiffly. It seemed that Fudge wanted to shake hands, but was ignored by the bearded middle-aged man.

It looked very funny that Fudge was embarrassed and annoyed but had to endure it.

Above the photo is a bold and bold title: The Ambition of Magical Congress of the United States of America! The focus of the International Federation of Wizards has shifted!

Loren couldn't help but take a few more glances, twirling the tea cup in his hand, and couldn't help but ask: "Professor, has the Ministry of Magic made any recent moves?"

"Oh, it's about the International Confederation of Wizards meeting being held in New York." Lupine pulled the newspaper over and showed it in front of Loren, "The person in the photo is Samuel G. Kohaug, an American wizard. The officer who presided over this matter in Congress, this was the scene where he and Fudge handed over in Devonshire.”

Loren quickly browsed the news. Apart from what Lupine told him, there was no other explosive information. However, the Daily Prophet still attracted enough attention as always. When commenting on the incident, he described the Magical Congress of the United States of America in Spring and Autumn style. The ambitious and greedy face, by the way, caught up with the popularity of the Quidditch World Cup next summer.

"Tsk, the Ministry of Magic actually allowed this photo to be published..." Loren looked at it a few more times with great interest, admiring the image of Fudge's deflated image. "It's so rare. This will damage Minister Fudge's image. "

"It's just a politician's method." Lupine shook his head disapprovingly, "Creating a weak image, especially this weak image is our minister, who represents the Ministry of Magic and us. Most wizards will only laugh and scold them. More support for the minister.”

Professor Luping paused and said in a strange tone: "Oh, politicians... Oh, politicians..."

Loren didn't answer, silently picked up the teacup and took a sip.

Well, the quality of tea is much better.

It seems that the salary of Hogwarts professors is not bad.

Professor Lupine seemed a little sad tonight. He was immersed in his own emotions and completely ignored Loren. He whispered to himself: "I heard that the Magical Congress of the United States has seized the opportunity of werewolf migration and plans to organize an official... The recognized werewolf community recruits werewolves as Aurors and uses the unique abilities of werewolves to deal with dark wizards. It has even reached a certain scale, which is really... unbelievable."

Loren lowered his head and sipped the tea without saying a word.

This werewolf professor had been homeless for a long time, and his heart carried more sorrow, like a flood stuck in his chest, and some would always leak out in the dead of night.

"Professor Dumbledore told me that there may be a conspiracy hidden in this-"

Lupine's words paused. It seemed that Dumbledore's name alerted Lupine and made him realize that the person in front of him was just a young wizard.

He pursed his lips and remained silent for a moment. After a moment, Lupine shook his head and said softly: "Who knows...I'm sorry Loren, you heard these complaints."

"..."