Everyday Players at Hogwarts..

Chapter 128 The old broomstick

Today is Friday and the flying lesson is this afternoon.

In the auditorium, Ron was still pestering Harry, asking about football.

Last night at dinner, after the flying lesson, Ron, Harry and others pestered Seamus, the Gryffindor sitting next to him, and Dean and others asked about their feelings about flying. Neville on the side also pricked up his ears. He has never touched a broom, because in his grandma's eyes, Neville can always cause endless accidents even if his feet are firmly on the ground.

At that time, almost all the students expressed their exclamation and praise for flying.

But there is only one wizard who is different, and that is Dean Thomas, who is as dark-skinned as Michael. In his mouth, riding a broom is too stupid and not as fun as football.

As he spoke, he even took out a poster of the West Ham football team that he had prepared in advance. Most people didn't care about Dean's words. They were more concerned that the people on the poster didn't move.

But Ron was different. He excitedly discussed with Dean. After carefully listening to Dean's instructions on how to play football, he kept saying: "There is only one ball in the field, and no one is allowed to fly. This What’s so exciting about this kind of competition!”

After dinner, after finishing his homework, he got entangled with the only friend who grew up in the Muggle world and was in his dormitory - Harry Potter.

He has always wanted to understand what is so interesting about football.

No, when it was time to eat, it was already the second day, and he was still asking Harry. Harry, on the other hand, tried hard to recall the football matches he occasionally caught a glimpse of on TV.

When he was still at his aunt's house, even though there was a TV in the house and it was always on, Dudley was always reluctant to let him get close to him. Whenever he got close, he would fake cry, as if Harry had watched a little TV and felt better. A huge sin.

Therefore, except for some exposure to football in elementary school, Harry actually didn't know much about football. He had already told Ron everything he could say.

But after arriving in Ravenclaw, Ron seemed to have aroused some perverted interests and was always stubborn in strange places. Like this time, he seems to understand why football is fun.

"Harry, answer him quickly, or just make it up." Lisa Dupin said with lingering fear. Before this, Ron had also pestered her because she bragged that there was no Dumbledore in their family. The curse of understanding.

"What should I--" Before Harry could ask, Ron came back with a plate full of food, complaining and cursing, asking why the potato and meat pie was placed so far away from him.

Fortunately, class was about to begin, and Professor Snape in the Potions class was still a terrifying presence to Ron, which made Ron forget about football for the time being and began to walk to the basement with trepidation.

When they arrived at the Potions classroom, Dudley still sat far away from Harry. Now in Hogwarts, the two of them were like strangers, with almost no communication.

After a while, Snape entered the classroom dragging a long black cloak that was the same color as his clothes.

He looked around with cold eyes, and except for the occasional warm look on Harry, the rest of the time he looked like the world owed him an Oscar.

He took out the list he had finished reading before and read down Harry's name, aligning the other names with the faces of the students below.

"I have a question now. Why did I choose a pewter crucible instead of brass or copper?" Professor Snape asked Harry. "Among the three common crucible materials, their potion brewing efficiency decreases from copper, brass, to tin."

"Unlike wizards like you who are highly skilled in potions, copper is the most suitable. It can also be used to make some potions that need to be brewed quickly." Harry still answered accurately. Since he knew what his parents were best at, Finally, unlike the flying lessons where he couldn't practice and read books that didn't help much, Harry had been consciously looking through "Thousands of Magical Herbs and Mushrooms", "Magic Potions and Potions", and even some extracurricular related ones. Find recommendations from some seniors and read them.

"Very well, Weasley, why can't you learn from Harry? It seems that getting along with good people will not make you better. I almost forgot, Ravenclaw adds 2 points!"

After class, Ron was like a frost-beaten eggplant, "Why does Professor Snape keep targeting me? Harry, can you help me ask?"

"Forget it, Professor Snape probably sees that you are not serious about class." Harry guessed.

"Tell me, could it be that Professor Snape also read the report and even believed it?" Neville said quietly at the side.

"Damn Rita Skeeter!" Ron Pain Mask.

At one o'clock in the afternoon, Ryan and the other Ravenclaw students hurried down the steps and onto the field in front of the door, preparing for their first flying lesson.

It was a clear, breezy day, and the grass rippled slightly beneath their feet as they walked quickly down the sloping lawn toward a flat lawn on the opposite side of the field. Beyond the lawn is the forest, with dark trees swaying in the wind in the distance.

At this time, there was no one on the field. The Hufflepuff students had not arrived yet. There were only twenty broomsticks neatly arranged on the ground.

These broomsticks all look quite old, and they are all very old models. It seems that the report in the Daily Prophet that Fudge is trying to reduce the cost of Hogwarts is indeed true.

However, Fudge's reply said that he was just reducing some unnecessary expenses and using them on more important areas. It seems that the broomstick for flying lessons was what Fudge said was an unnecessary expense.

After all, although they are old and worn out, they can always be used. They just have a few minor problems. For example, they will tremble when you fly too high, always veer slightly to the left when flying, and will not move when landing. Like normal slow descent etc.

After a while, the Hufflepuffs also came, with Dudley standing at the front. It seemed that during this period, he had re-established his position as a leader in their class, and he was worthy of being the Southeastern Junior Heavyweight Interschool Boxing Competition Champion. .

Ryan couldn't help but be a little surprised. He found that Dudley's wizarding ability, which was originally a bit lame due to the transplant, recovered slowly like a living thing. Is it because of Lily's spell?
Now, Dudley possesses the talents of an adult wizard in advance, coupled with his strong physique. Without Ryan himself, this book would not be renamed "Dudley Dursley's Daily Life at Hogwarts".

While Ryan was thinking, Mrs. Huo Qi, the flying teacher, also arrived. She has short gray hair and two yellow eyes, like the eyes of an eagle.

"All right, what are you waiting for?" she snapped. "Everyone get next to a broomstick. Quick, quick, hurry up."

The flying lesson started without introducing myself.

(End of this chapter)