Chapter 149 We Are in the Wrong, but We Can’t Let the Court Go

"I booked the court for today." Wood said sternly to Marcus Flint, "I booked it, and our team got up early today for this."

"I know you are unhappy, but I have a special order." Flint said lightly, and then took out the note from his pocket.

Wood opened the note and read out the words on it directly: "I, Professor Severus Snape, have granted the Slytherin team permission to use the court today to train... a new seeker.

New seeker, who?"

The six players dispersed consciously, and Draco Malfoy came out from the back with a contemptuous smile on his face.

"Malfoy?" Harry looked at him, his eyes full of surprise.

"Didn't expect it!" Draco proudly raised the broom in his hand, "Your broom is outdated."

The Gryffindor team then noticed the magic brooms in the hands of the Slytherin team, brand new, smooth, and high-end, especially the golden halo at the end of the broom with the words 2001, which were particularly dazzling in the sun.

"Where did these Nimbuses come from?"

Ron, who had just arrived, was stunned with surprise. Their family usually used the old Nimbus series or the older Sideswipe series.

It was only when Harry came over during the holidays that they had the opportunity to experience the Nimbus 2000, but they also took turns to play.

And now seven of the latest Nimbus series appeared in front of them, and they were in the hands of the Slytherin team. It was hard not to be envious and jealous.

"Draco's father gave them to me." Flint explained, "Compared to these Nimbuses, your brooms are indeed outdated."

The Gryffindor team was speechless for a moment, and there was no reason to refute.

"Very good, isn't it? Weasley," Draco said, "My dad can handle any equipment."

At this time, Hermione just pulled Aaron over, and she couldn't help but say, "Gryffindor players can't be selected by spending money, they rely on real strength."

Draco's face sank, and just when he was about to confront her, he saw Aaron behind Hermione, and immediately suppressed his anger and sneered, "Who do you think I am? Malfoy doesn't use these little tricks.

A member of the Slytherin team graduated last year, and they needed to accept a new member.

I joined temporarily, and these new light wheels are just a gift.

As for the strength you mentioned, I don't think Harry Potter showed it when he joined the Gryffindor team, if you say that catching the memory ball counts."

Hermione opened her mouth, not knowing what to say, the situation seemed to be a little different from what she thought.

Draco didn't join the college team through the backdoor, but joined as a substitute, there's nothing wrong with that.

"At least Gryffindor won't rely on equipment to suppress others." Ron said unhappily.

"You want to." Draco said disdainfully, "The question is, do you have the strength to do it?

Maybe I can come up with an idea to help you get some gold and sell your old brooms. I think some museums may pay a high price."

After the voice fell, the Slytherin side laughed.

"You..." Ron was so angry that he took out his patched wand and pointed it at Draco and said, "You will pay for this."

"Eat slugs!"

Ron chanted a spell, and a green light appeared at the tip of his wand, but it shot backwards.

Boom!

When the green light was about to hit Ron, a white spell shot out from the side, defeating the spell, but the impact of the explosion also knocked Ron back several steps.

"Don't use this disgusting spell. It's too disgusting." Aaron put away his wand, and then looked at Ron, whose right hand was shaking slightly, and said, "You're welcome.

Also, I remind you that if you don't change your wand, try not to use it, otherwise it's easy to hurt someone by mistake."

Ron nodded blankly. He didn't expect his wand to be scrapped to this extent.

He could understand that it sometimes worked and sometimes didn't. He would always succeed if he tried a few more times.

It didn't matter that the effect of the spell was not that good. After all, this wand was just like that.

But he really couldn't accept the spell rebounding back. This was no longer a question of whether he could make do with it, but a question of whether he could bear the backlash after using it.

"Aaron, you shouldn't have intervened." Draco said with some regret, "I also want to see what the scene is like when Weasley is hit by his own spell."

"Don't be funny, you don't find it disgusting, but I do!" Aaron said speechlessly, and then looked at Flint with a smile, "Captain Marcus, can you tell me what's going on?"

When Flint saw Aaron, his arrogance was immediately restrained.

He didn't dare to treat Aaron as an ordinary second-year student, because he had completed a tough record of one against seven in the first year. It can be said that the entire Slytherin team was defeated by him.

"We want to use the Quidditch field, but unfortunately Gryffindor seems to have the same idea."

"We booked the field." Wood said unwillingly, "and we came first."

"It's still a few hours early." George interrupted.

Fred also added, "I didn't even have time to eat breakfast."

"I have a special order." Flint raised Snape's note, "I don't think Oliver will ignore Professor Snape's special order!"

Wood clenched his fists, and his bones made a creaking sound. It was obvious that his patience had reached the limit.

Aaron understood this very well. After all, Flint's tone was particularly asking for a beating. He didn't sound like he was here to discuss, but to show off.

"So what?" Wood sneered, "Today Gryffindor has reserved the court. This is what the four captains have discussed. You agreed at the time, but aren't you obviously going back on your word by coming here now?

We won't give up the court today. We are right even if we go to Dumbledore."

The Gryffindor team members also raised their spirits and stood firmly behind the captain. After all, it's rare for Wood to be tough, and this time they are indeed right.

Flint didn't care and weighed the note in his hand again, "I have a special order."

"Wait, is that so?" Aaron looked at Flint with some displeasure and asked. He thought it was a misunderstanding, but now it seems to be premeditated.

Flint was stunned for a moment and explained hesitantly: "The date on this note is today."

"That can't take away our training time!"

"This is what Professor Snape meant. Slytherin wants to train a new seeker."

"Hey, go to Professor McGonagall to explain the situation and ask for a note." Wood said, "We don't have no dean behind us."

"Wood, speak more rigorously." Fred said meaningfully, "I have to remind you that Professor McGonagall is the vice-president."

"I'll go to Professor McGonagall now." George said excitedly.

"Wait." Wood stopped him and said, "I'm not talking about you, I'm talking about him."

Ron pointed at himself awkwardly, "Me? Why me?"

"It's seven against seven now. If George leaves, it will be six against seven. We'll be at a disadvantage in a fight." Wood said seriously, "So, it's up to you, Weasley's brother."

"Okay!" Ron took a deep breath, "Hermione, let's go."

"Wait a minute." Wood said again, "Granger can't leave for the time being."

"Why is that?" Ron asked puzzled.

Wood glanced at Aaron and Hermione standing by, and said in embarrassment: "The situation on the scene could turn into eight to eight at any time."

Ron:......

"What do you mean? Are you saying I'm not as good as Hermione?"

"Hahaha...

Weasley, I suddenly realized that you've become smarter." Draco teased, "It's not easy to realize this!"

"You..." Ron glared at him indignantly, and inadvertently found Colin not far away, and the corners of his mouth suddenly rose, "Gryffindor is not without foreign aid, we still have an advantage."

Hearing this, not only Draco, but also the other members of the Slytherin team laughed out loud.

"Weasley, I take back what I said just now." Draco said, "You don't think the two of you can beat Aaron together, do you?

By the way, your wand is also a problem. Are you sure it won't hold Granger back?"

"Enough." Aaron glared at Draco fiercely, "Don't add fuel to the fire at this time."

Draco shrugged and shut up embarrassedly. He still had to give Aaron face.

"I have a general understanding of the situation. Slytherin is in the wrong."

After the voice fell, the atmosphere on the scene seemed to solidify. No one expected him to say this.

Marcus was stunned for a moment, frowned and said: "Don't forget your identity, you are a Slytherin."

"Slytherins have to be reasonable too!" Aaron said speechlessly, "I think Professor Snape should not know that Gryffindor has reserved the stadium today!

The special order only asks irrelevant personnel on the playground to make room for the Slytherin team, not to let you grab the right to use the Gryffindor stadium."

Marcus frowned, did not speak, just looked at Aaron with an angry look.

"Don't look at me like that, if you are not convinced, we can have a duel, you can choose any way.

It can be magic, close combat, or Quidditch. Although I haven't practiced for a year, I still have a little confidence."

Hearing this, Marcus turned his face away from the heart. He didn't dare to duel with this ruthless man, because even if he won, he would definitely not have a good time.

"There are still reasonable people in Slytherin." Wood nodded with satisfaction and looked at the Slytherin team provocatively, "Can you leave now?"

"I'm afraid that's not possible." Aaron gave Wood an apologetic look and said seriously, "I'm sorry, I still can't give you the Quidditch field today."