Hogwarts Wizarding Journey

It's another sunny day.

(Let me tell you a little secret. After you learn to use magic to disperse the dark clouds, every day can be a sunny day.)

As soon as the first class in the morning ended, the students rushed out of the classroom eagerly.

Some of them ran back to the lounge, threw down their textbooks, picked up the banners and other things they had prepared, and rushed out of the castle out of breath; some of them just hugged their textbooks and ran straight to occupy seats.

Today is the first House Cup of spring, Ravenclaw versus Gryffindor. Can the newly reinforced Ravenclaw team defeat Harry, the 'savior' and Bewolf, the 'wolf of the field'?

Gryffindor, the old and powerful team, has many different opinions and speculations.

Thanks to the popularity of the topic, this competition attracted far more attention than usual before it started. At this time, everyone was sitting on the field, whispering to each other, and some even almost got into a fight because of the argument.

Of course, the two people who almost got into a fight were one from Slytherin and the other from Gryffindor.

"Quiet! Everyone, find your seats quickly, and don't run in the auditorium!"

Professor McGonagall, who finally arrived at the commentary desk, looked even more serious than usual today.

In fact, Professor McGonagall has been in a very bad mood these days.

Ever since he learned that Filius, that stinky dwarf with no martial ethics, was the first to use Bell... no, he was inserted into the Ravenclaw House team in the middle of the match, Professor McGonagall has been wanting to find a player.

On a dark and windy night, use Animagus transformation to sneak into the other party's office and scratch the snacks and candies that the other party has collected.

How old are you when you still eat snacks and candies all day long? Aren’t you afraid of getting diabetes?

Of course, in the end, reason prevailed in Professor McGonagall's brain. After all, even if she sent Filius to the hospital, it would not change the fact that Bell joined the Ravenclaw House team.

‘The rules of the College Cup must be changed next year. After the competition starts, no substitution of players is allowed unless force majeure occurs!’

In fact, the reason why Professor McGonagall is so worried is not because she is afraid of Bell's superb Quidditch skills.

Just kidding, she had never seen Bell play Quidditch, and she even learned from Miss Granger from her own college that Bell hardly knew how to play Quidditch during the holidays.

No matter how talented you are, it is impossible to play Quidditch well without hard training day after day.

Don't underestimate Quidditch!

As for that report in the Hogwarts Daily News?

Of course, Professor McGonagall had also read that report. But the old professor did not believe a word of the information in that report.

Don’t think she doesn’t know that the idol of the current president of the news agency is Rita Skeeter, that big bastard who can only make up random things!

What really worries Professor McGonagall so much that she can't sleep is actually the relationship between Bell and the ace batsman of the Gryffindor House team, Bell Wolf.

As we all know, Bei Lang obeys that little bastard Bell, but if Bell insidiously resorts to outside the game to make Bei Lang deliberately let go during the game, or even acts as the "eighth man", then what will Gryffindor do?

It’s dangerous!

Privately, Professor McGonagall has also talked to Beilang many times. Of course, they talked at a safe distance.

However, Bei Lang, that little bastard, has absolutely no sense of collective consciousness or college glory, and will not listen to her words at all!

To be honest, Professor McGonagall would have wanted to replace Bei Lang if he couldn't find a substitute.

In just a few days, Professor McGonagall became so worried that several gray hairs appeared on her head. But today, no matter what the outcome is, the old professor can rest in peace... No, he got rid of his sorrow and had a good sleep.

perhaps……

"Max? Max, where are you? Come to the commentary table quickly, the game is about to start!"

It was raining all night, and Professor McGonagall, who was already in a bad mood, found out that the game was about to start, but Max, as the commentator, had not yet arrived, and his mood index immediately dropped by another 3 percentage points.

.

Max, that guy, has come earlier than her in every competition in the past. Apart from leading the rhythm and being too biased, he has always done well in other aspects. Why hasn't he come yet today?

"Come on, come on! I'm here!"

Familiar shouts came from below, and after a burst of footsteps, the commentator finally entered the commentary platform and took his place.

"Wait a moment!"

Professor McGonagall jumped up and stopped the other party from trying to sit in the commentary box.

"Miss Menethil, why are you here!? This is not a place for you to mess around. Get back to the audience immediately!"

That's right, the voice that Professor McGonagall was extremely familiar with before, so familiar that it often appeared in his sleep, was not Max, the narrator that the old professor had been waiting for for a long time, but Sanna, the 'uninvited guest'.

"Hehe! That's not possible. I am the commentator of the game today. I have to sit in the commentator's seat and explain to everyone my brother... ahem, it's a wonderful game today!"

Shanna was in a very, very good mood today, so even though Professor McGonagall's tone was very unfriendly, Shanna forgave the old professor very generously.

"What!? Are you the commentator of the game? What...what is this?"

Professor McGonagall looked at the small piece of paper Shanna held up in her hand, and felt an extremely bad premonition in her heart.

"This is the 'letter of appointment' from 'Headmaster' Snape! 'Headmaster' specifically asked me to be today's commentator!"

As we all know, Shanna is a good girl. She has perfectly inherited many advantages from her brother, one of which is that she never lies.

Before, she took out some scraps from the corpse of [Enzos] that her brother had given her for studying potions, and turned them around in front of Professor Snape.

After walking around for a while, the amiable professor specially asked her to be the narrator.

"This, this is not allowed!"

After grabbing the note and browsing it quickly, and indeed finding the signature of that big bastard Severus in the lower right corner, Professor McGonagall was so angry that she almost blew up the explanation room.

How could someone be such a bastard!

"why not!"

Zannah looked at Professor McGonagall angrily.

It didn't matter that the other party's tone was bad. Considering that the other party was a professor, she was in a good mood today so she didn't care about it.

But her role as the commentator was officially authorized by the official principal of Hogwarts, and it was reasonable and legal and complied with the procedures. If anyone dares not to let her be the commentator today, then don't blame her for getting angry.

Got this cracking room!

Even outside, she can still explain!

(Commentary room: ‘It’s really none of my business! Please let me go!’)