Chapter 777 Another Year of Quidditch

"New spatial transfer device..."

"Precisely control the powerful magic power contained in the Philosopher's Stone..."

Professor Barbie listened to Loren's narration quietly, her eyes empty. As a professor, she was delayed by students, and the one who asked questions was a guy who had not chosen the course at all. She sighed imperceptibly, feeling helpless for some reason.

It turns out that the differences between different individuals of the same seventh-year students who are about to graduate are even greater than the Niwen characters. Some students are still worried about prank items, while some students have received invitations from the Egyptian Alchemy Research Center and have begun to explore areas that many old scholars have never set foot in.

Loren Morgan is an excellent wizard with great magical talent. This is the consensus of the professors at Hogwarts.

Potions, Transfiguration, Charms, Defense Against the Dark Arts...Loren Morgan can get excellent grades in most courses offered by Hogwarts. The very few subjects that he cannot get grades in are not because of his talent limitations, but because he is lazy and did not choose to take them.

Runes are one of them.

Recalling the time in Egypt a few years ago, and the experience of going on adventures together. At that time, she had noticed Loren's talent in runes and alchemy. In the past few years, she had discussed with Miss Granger and occasionally teased the girl, saying that her boyfriend had talent but was unwilling to take the runes course just to get rid of the know-it-all Miss who loved to ask questions and to gain a small amount of quiet time alone...

A few months ago, the Egyptian Alchemy Research Center sent an invitation letter, which made her pay attention to the mysterious Loren Morgan again. Thinking of Beauxbatons' help in it, she had vaguely guessed who was teaching Loren runes and alchemy.

The professor was the legendary wizard on the Chocolate Frog picture. It was normal for his students to be better, but she still found it difficult to accept--

Obviously, he was a student who had not graduated yet, so how could he start exploring such a profound field?

"The initial idea was to make it into an energy storage material similar to Floo powder, which wizards would throw when using the device, but I just had a new idea. Professor, can you use the spatial connection between the devices to concentrate energy, similar to the electricity used by Muggles? "

"..."

These questions sound like a headache.

Professor Barbie gradually came back to her senses, rubbed her brows, and said with some embarrassment: "Loren, I am a professor of ancient runes, not alchemy. I may not be able to help you with this kind of problem. Instead of wasting your time here, why don't you go to the teacher who taught you runes and alchemy?"

As she spoke, she looked at his expression calmly.

"I have tried it."

Loren spread his hands, looking helpless: "Fla... That professor thinks this is my mission. He is willing to take on some boring and repetitive work, but he cannot intervene in key nodes and important designs. He said that he wanted to eliminate some influence. It's weird. "

"..."

Prophecy and destiny?

Professor Barbour nodded thoughtfully. Seeing that he had just done his best as a teaching assistant, she quickly adjusted her expression and mentality: "I can't give any useful advice on alchemy, but... if you can point out a specific direction, maybe I can try to design a rune array according to your requirements, and you will need to adapt and improve it yourself later."

"It's a great help."

Loren thanked him sincerely.

In the next half an hour, Loren briefly introduced the design results of the new space transfer device, and elaborated on the difficulties in magic supply and the effect he hoped to achieve.

Professor Barbour didn't delay and asked him to go back and wait for news.

After saying goodbye to the professor and turning around, the other students in the classroom had already left. Only Hermione was still sitting by the window, holding the sketch drawn in the last class, with a wizard robe hanging naturally, and a focused expression.

Loren walked over and patted her shoulder: "Hermione, let's go and have dinner. "

"The new space-shifting device, the precise use of the magic stone for energy, the design of the rune array to adapt..." Hermione muttered, tidied up her desk, looked up and blinked at him, "I heard your conversation with Professor Babel, Mr. Morgan, why do you care so much about the new device, which is totally inconsistent with your lazy and sluggish personality?"

"You seem... No, you are slandering me."

"Don't change the subject, answer quickly."

"To make money, to gain reputation, to help the ambitious Miss Granger rule the entire wizarding world as soon as possible."

Loren put his hands on her shoulders, shaking her back and forth, pushing her to the auditorium.

"Mr. Morgan has revealed a flaw. I have never thought about ruling the wizarding world, so who wants to rule the wizarding world? "

Hermione leaned back slightly to adjust her center of gravity, leaning half of her body weight on his hand, and asked symbolically.

Although she was curious about the new device, it was not an area she was good at after all, so she didn't want to ask to the end, nor did she have to get any answers. A few years of companionship was not long or short, but the accumulated trust was extremely solid. If Loren was doing something that would have a far-reaching impact on the future, she unconditionally believed that it must be a good influence, and looked forward to such a future.

Even if it kept a little mystery on this basis.

…

The second weekend of October, Quidditch field.

Loren hooked Hermione's little finger and mixed in the back row of the audience in the stands.

The first Quidditch house match of this school year is also the first unscrupulous Quidditch match in recent years. It has completely gotten rid of the shadow of Voldemort. The players do not have to worry about a professor controlled by a parasite casting a curse in the dark. There is no need to worry about the dementors floating in the sky that choose people to eat, and there is no need to worry that your loved ones may be murdered at any time...

Excluding all off-field factors, players and spectators can enjoy each other without reservation, making the atmosphere extremely warm.

"call!"

"call!"

Three or four students rolled up their sleeves and shook them vigorously. The Gryffindor flag was flying above. The golden lion on the flag seemed to be running and jumping, with a majestic momentum.

Autumn is getting stronger, Hogwarts is gradually entering the rainy season, and the weather is getting cooler. Students have changed into autumn clothes and added thin sweaters under their wizard robes. The seats in the stands are set at a height of more than ten meters, and the north wind blows the humidity and coolness of late autumn unreservedly into the seams of the audience's clothes. It is cold and icy, arousing a layer of fine goose bumps.

Loren and Hermione were also wearing standard wizard robes, and they could feel the cold wind blowing on their skin. It was chilly, but not uncomfortable.

In a daze, Hermione seemed to remember the year when she first entered school. It seemed to be this late autumn morning and this kind of weekend. She was sitting alone in the back row of the auditorium, watching the game between Gryffindor and Slytherin. At the end of the game , Harry almost dropped his broom, and she set a fire on the back of the professor's robe.

"..."

Secretly glancing at the professor in the Slytherin area, Hermione couldn't help but smile slightly.

"Hey, hey, ah--

"Can you hear me?"

The loud voice commentating on the audition echoed in the stadium. A Hufflepuff student, I don’t know what grade he is in, and I can’t name him. Suddenly remembering something, he turned around and saw that Loren was also straightening his back and looking at the new commentator next to Professor McGonagall.

Yes, Loren was sitting in the commentary box at that time.

At that time, Professor McGonagall had not yet seen through his true colors, so he was coaxed into letting him assist Lee Jordan in explaining the game, which stimulated the Slytherin students to the point where they almost started a riot.

That was his first commentary game, and he was quickly suspended.

I feel vaguely nostalgic.

Hermione sat quietly next to him, tilting her head to look at him with narrowed eyes as he examined the explanation. From time to time, she would click her tongue and shake her head. From time to time, she would show emotion on her face, and couldn't help but chuckle a few times.

A loud voice came from the commentary box in the distance: "Welcome to the 1997 Hogwarts Quidditch match. This match will be between Gryffindor and Slytherin! This season will be the Gryffindor legend. Player Harry Potter's final season, Gryffindor has After winning the championship for six consecutive years, the last such streak dates back 130 years, he will leave school next June and embark on a new journey in life. Goalkeeper Ron Weasley is also on the team. Captain...let us applaud the graduating players and Gryffindor!"

The audience in the stands suddenly burst into deafening cheers and screams.

"Gryffindor!!"

"Weasley is our king!"

"Come on Harry!"

"..."

It was not until the commentator spoke again that he covered up the noise in the audience: "The experience of the Slytherin team is equally legendary. Before Harry Potter joined, Slytherin dominated the game for seven consecutive years, but all the former players have graduated. The new players need to be adjusted... Seeker Draco Malfoy returns to the game. Whether they can continue the interrupted legend, let us applaud and look forward to it!"

The stadium was silent for a few seconds, and then a unified shout rang out: "Glory to Slytherin forever!"

As Mrs. Hooch blew the whistle, the two teams plus the referee, fifteen broomsticks rose from the ground.

The commentator passionately explained the exciting moments. The two seekers were fighting close to each other from beginning to end in a normal game, marking each other without any flaws. Until the Golden Snitch appeared, Gryffindor immediately adopted a feint tactic, and all the players sided. Pretending to hit the ball, he helped Harry get rid of Draco...

An hour later.

Slytherin lost.

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Mrs. Huo Qi directed the two teams to shake hands and communicate. Several players on both sides had their noses and eyes turned red by the cold wind, their throats were tight, and they could hardly speak.

…

Professor McGonagall and Professor Snape, the Heads of Gryffindor and Slytherin, and currently the only Vice-Headmasters of Hogwarts, were sitting next to each other, looking at the two teams shaking hands in the middle of the field. , one has a gentle smile on his face, and the other has a stern face with a cold expression.

Professor McGonagall glanced at Snape next to him, smiled and sighed: "Time flies so fast, what do you think, Severus?"

"..."

Snape stared intently, not wanting to talk.

No one understands better than him what it feels like to win championships for many years in a row.

Professor McGonagall said to herself: "Unknowingly, it has been seven years, and Harry and the others have grown up. I still remember that afternoon when the sun was shining brightly. They had their first flying lesson and made a lot of jokes."

"Yeah, it's been seven years."

Snape nodded expressionlessly: "I think you should consider the issue of player replacement. They will graduate and leave in a few months. I hope Gryffindor can play normally next year without recruiting new students to be seekers. "

"This group of kids is very considerate. They completed the recruitment last year. Even if they graduate and leave, the team will not be disconnected."

Professor McGonagall was smiling, her face full of kindness, and she was in a very happy mood: "What a group of smart and kind-hearted children."

"..."

Snape glanced at the players on both sides for a few times, slowly realized something was wrong, and couldn't help but fall silent.

Compared to Gryffindor, whose players are relatively even in age and have players from all grades, Slytherin seems to have more concentrated players, who are basically sixth- and seventh-grade students. It can be foreseen that there will be a gap after graduation in the not-too-distant future.

Snape began to make calculations in his mind, but his face remained expressionless: "Slytherin will also start training new players. I hope your competition can go smoothly next year."

"You too, Severus."

"..."

Flitwick and Professor Sprout next to them remained silent, only occasionally looking at each other inadvertently, showing a tacit understanding of helping each other.

…

This evening, in the corridor outside the basement kitchen.

The wide stone corridor was quiet, and the warm yellow candlelight illuminated the oil paintings on both sides of the wall. One of the paintings showed a silver bowl filled with fruits, with a vivid pear in the center of the painting.

Draco walked back along the corridor and looked down at the pear as he passed the painting. All seventh grade students knew that if you scratch the pear, the pear would giggle and then turn into a big one. Green handle, grab it and open the door. Inside is the Hogwarts kitchen.

But he had no appetite for late-night snacks at the moment, so he just stayed here for a few seconds, and then continued walking deeper into the corridor. Just when his figure was about to disappear into the shadows, a loud noise came from behind.

One of the voices sounded particularly familiar.

After fighting for hours on the pitch during the day, there was no mistaking the fact that it was Harry Potter.

Draco glanced around, quickly walked behind the armor in the corner, hiding his figure, and looked through the gaps between the armors to quietly look at the group of Gryffindors who were gradually approaching.

It was already the lights-out curfew time, and the students who walked out at night were uninhibited and approached the portrait with casual steps. Some were waiting on both sides of the aisle, some had eyes full of expectation, and some pushed Harry to the portrait to encourage him. He scratched the pear, pulled the exposed handle, and entered the kitchen.

The next thing you can hear is chirping.

"It's so dark in there."

"The house elves haven't rested yet."

"They do it voluntarily and don't need to rest."

"Are you a fool?"

"What creature doesn't need rest..."

"George and Fred used to come get the food and drinks for the celebration parties, and they always found wine."

"Butterbeer?"

"..."

"Stop talking."

"Harry, it's up to you now!"

"..."

The messy sound came from the kitchen, echoed in the closed corridor, and reached behind the armor in the corner, where it was attenuated to the point where it was almost inaudible.

Draco stared silently into the dim kitchen, silent, with a glint in his eyes.

I really want to win once.

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