Chapter 156 Chapter 155: The grand party ends, threats before the exam
early morning.
The gorgeous sunshine shines on Hogwarts, making its ancient silhouette shine. The extremely bright weather seems to be giving face to the long-awaited little wizards.
When the gate of the castle was opened, the little wizards who had temporarily suspended classes immediately filed out. They communicated in groups about their favorite school players.
Both senior and junior students were very emotional.
Everyone's face was filled with unstoppable excitement and joy.
"I barely slept at all last night, thinking about today's score."
"Huh? Then it seems that you didn't bet less and gambled all your remaining pocket money, right?"
"Not only that, I also borrowed a lot of [campus loans] from little Grindelwald. Although the interest is a bit higher, if I win, I won't be short of pocket money for the next seven years."
"Hey, do you dare to borrow the little witch's money? Aren't you afraid that if you don't pay back, your whole family will be forced to work to pay off the debt? I heard that her elder has recently been active in the interview columns of major newspapers around the world. ”
"I wanted to borrow the [Ian Loan] from that little Ravenclaw wizard, but he said what can I do if I don't lend money to the dog gamblers? There is only one chance to make a fortune once a year."
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"Hey, it seems that our little professor has more conscience... But I sometimes heard that the little Grindelwald before playing with the little professor was not so cunning."
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There was constant discussion among the crowd.
The so-called grand event is actually the final of the Quidditch House Competition, which is why Ian still took the time to go back to the Room of Requirement to water the trees, without too many ups and downs or emotions in his heart.
no way.
Perhaps this is a rare event for other students at Hogwarts, but who makes Ian have no interest in Quidditch, a sport that is not fair at all?
If Ian hadn't always adhered to the principle of integrating himself into the group as much as possible, and had also bet five gold galleons on the twin brothers' handicap, he really didn't want to go to watch the so-called "Group" with other little wizards. In the finals, the latter reason accounted for slightly more than the former reason.
"Letting me watch Quidditch is like letting the president of Brazil watch the National Football League." Ian couldn't understand why his two roommates looked so excited to try.
Even though Ravenclaw House had been eliminated last week, William and Michael were still full of enthusiasm for Quidditch, and both even raised banners supporting Hufflepuff.
The nervousness and excitement on his face made it difficult for Ian to sympathize with him.
Maybe they bet a lot of money on this game? Well, in Ian's opinion, the most exciting part of this type of competition is probably the gambling market run by a few thorny students in Gryffindor.
"To be honest, Ian, your flying skills are so good. We can't understand if you don't like Quidditch. You can obviously achieve great honors and achievements in this sport." William held a two-foot-sized flying machine in his hand. A canvas with the Hufflepuff crest magically painted on it.
The badge flashes and looks very beautiful when viewed from a distance. It was something that two roommates asked Ian to make, so it naturally has a more eye-catching effect than other people's banners.
"Yes, yes, Quidditch players enjoy priority in choosing a spouse on campus." Michael always seemed more precocious than other little wizards in this aspect.
It may also be because his little black girl has been crazy about a certain player from Slytherin House recently - this time the finals of the campus competition is between Slytherin and Hufflepuff.
"I don't think Ian needs any right to choose a spouse." William muttered quietly next to him. This was not flattery, but a feeling from the bottom of his heart.
After all, even the upperclassmen want to attack this young wizard with impeccable appearance and strength. Of course, Ian cannot have the same emotional troubles as Michael and him.
"If Quidditch could be reformed, I think I would still have some interest in it." Ian did provide Mrs. Hooch with a Quidditch reform plan.
However.
The plan that took him a full ten minutes to come up with ended up being nothing. Wizards are a conservative group, and this is obviously even more true when it comes to Quidditch.
This can also be seen with William and Michael.
"It's perfect enough, Ian, there's no need to add any new elements." Michael looked at Ian who was walking not far ahead with a puzzled expression.
"Yes, yes, Quidditch has always been like this for so many years." William also agreed. They couldn't even imagine how Quidditch could be reformed.
"If you count the statistics of Quidditch matches in the past fifty years, and I mean data on a global scale, you will find how much unfairness is hidden in these nearly a thousand games."
"On average, about fifteen Quaffles can be thrown in each game, which is about 150 points. It is almost impossible for the score gap between the two sides to be more than 150 points."
"Among the recorded games, there are only less than 60 games in which the scores between the two sides can have such a big gap, which means that whoever catches the Golden Snitch almost wins."
"No matter how many points the game is behind, no matter how good the opponent's tactics are, the outcome of 856 of the nearly 1,000 games depends on which team catches the Golden Snitch."
"What does this mean? It means that in more than 95% of the games, the final outcome is determined only by the seeker. I think the inventor of this game must be a seeker himself."
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"In my opinion, since this is the case, why not cancel all other rules and sports methods and simply let everyone catch the Golden Snitch together?"
Ian talked eloquently, talking about detailed data, leaving his two roommates speechless, as if his love for Quidditch had been weakened a lot.
They are rational Ravenclaw students, so they are better able to understand what Ian expresses. After pondering the data, they also felt a little incredible.
Obviously.
No one had counted this kind of thing before Ian.
"Let you put it this way...it seems that I have to work hard to become a seeker, otherwise it will be a tragedy." William sighed and looked like a little old man.
"Perhaps the first seeker in history was Merlin's youngest son. The person who invented Quidditch wanted to please him." Michael expressed his weird thoughts.
"Why are you so boringly counting Quidditch statistics?" William looked at the roommate in front of him curiously. In his impression, Ian was not someone who would be interested in Quidditch.
"To write a paper."
Ian still did not forget his original intention of publishing the paper, and only for papers like this that did not involve any scary magic, the dean of their college, Filius Flivy, would agree to help him revise and publish it.
In fact, Ian also approached Professor McGonagall, but Professor McGonagall immediately stopped Ian's behavior when he heard that his research topic was a fruit tree transformed by transfiguration, and whether the fruit could be eaten. I am afraid that after such a paper is published, it will lead to wrong guidance for many wizards.
After several small experiments with Ian's Transfiguration, the Dean of Gryffindor gradually realized that there was something inexplicably weird about Ian's Transfiguration.
"Okay, but even if you say that, I still hope that Hufflepuff can win the competition." Michael has no interest in publishing papers yet.
He was more concerned about whether he could have extra money to give the little black girl a better end-of-term gift. Michael didn't press too much, but the amount of one gold galleons was also the result of his frugality.
"Yeah, as long as Slytherin doesn't win." How much William pressed is an unsolved mystery, but judging from his usual performance, it doesn't seem like he can spare much pocket money.
"It doesn't matter to me."
That's Ian's heartfelt view.
True.
Whoever wins between the two colleges will not only enjoy honors and applause, but also score a lot of points for their own college, but this will not have any impact on the outcome of the College Cup.
after all.
All it takes is walking in front of the Academy Cup scoring hourglass, even students who are not very good at math, to realize that even if they win Quidditch in this year's Academy Cup, it will be difficult to change the outcome.
No matter which house wins Quidditch, it can't shake the vast advantage.
In Ian's words.
It is true that Ravenclaw Academy is full of talented people, and all of them are talented people who love to learn. This is a normal situation in an academy. Most first-year wizards really believe his words.
However.
The seniors in the senior class are extremely confused. They don't understand why Ravenclaw House seems to be on drugs. This year's house points are simply leading by a cliff. Of course, because they believed in the authority of Hogwarts, they would rather accuse the professors of favoring students who studied well than think of anyone cheating.
Professor McGonagall secretly breathed a sigh of relief. As the only professor who might know the truth besides the principal, she actually took more care of the young wizards from other colleges when teaching. However, she still found that the scores of the colleges were getting worse and worse. The bigger it gets, the more helpless it is to give up in the end.
to be honest.
Professor McGonagall also hinted to Ian not to go too far, but unfortunately, Ian thought he was talking about secretly tutoring others, and the erroneous conversation made Professor McGonagall very powerless.
So much so that she couldn't arouse any interest in her favorite Quidditch game - maybe it had something to do with Gryffindor not being able to enter the finals and take a break.
"Look! Ian! That's Cedric! A heroic man!" William burst into a very excited voice immediately after seeing his favorite player.
Rediscovered my love for Quidditch.
William had already purchased a pair of heart underwear after watching several of Cedric's games, which was enough to show his admiration and love for Cedric.
"I heard that he can join the national team in the future, but I think he should become an Auror who punishes rape and eliminates evil." Michael was not as excited as William.
But he obviously also praised Cedric.
There are many people in Hogwarts who like Cedric, the big Hufflepuff boy, and even Ian has to admit that this gentle and gentle senior does have rare excellent qualities and personal charm.
"That is, I was born in the wrong era."
Perhaps only he can understand Ian's emotion. If AK Rowling's aunt lived in the era of cool literature, perhaps Cedric would be her chosen protagonist.
after all.
The reflections of a cool male protagonist can be found in Cedric - Ian has also dealt with this senior several times, and he also has a good impression of the helpful Hufflepuff senior.
This is why he bet on Hufflepuff's victory.
On the Quidditch pitch.
The players have entered the locker room to prepare.
As time continued to pass, the stadium stands that were empty just now gradually began to fill up with people, and pairs of expectant eyes looked towards the locker rooms of both teams.
Ian searched. Aurora didn't come.
I don’t know if he was busy promoting the campus loan business in the castle. After hearing that Aurora was engaged in this kind of business, Ian had to lament the gap between himself and the real third-generation black people for a while.
"That's right. People who have a good family background and are involved in gangs, who doesn't make this kind of money?" Ian knew that Aurora was making dirty money, but he didn't think there was anything wrong with campus loans.
Aurora gets darker.
It can't hack Muggle banks either. At least Aurora didn't take away other people's wands when they couldn't repay their loans, nor did she send threatening letters to their families.
The rumors about illegal work in the school are all rumors. According to Aurora, as long as everyone owes her money, this relationship will always be useful in the future.
Maybe in Ian's opinion, people are stupid and have too much money, but maybe they are really taking a long-term view to catch big fish, which is somewhat similar to Ian's [Ian Loan].
"Good morning everyone!"
"I am Steve Zhou, the commentator for this game. Today is the last exciting Quidditch match of this school year. Let us look forward to it being a thrilling and life-or-death game."
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Maybe next year's commentator will be replaced by another little wizard for a reason. This year's commentator's ups and downs tone, although it is emotional, is difficult to ignite passion.
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The words used are too crude.
certainly.
The cheers from the audience were still enthusiastic.
This makes the commentator named Steve Zhou very satisfied. As the players from both sides took the field one after another, the game officially began, and Ian had already counted how many little wizards did not come to watch the final.
"Forty-seven."
Obviously, even though Quidditch is the most popular sport in the wizarding world, many students chose to miss this so-called event during the finals.
Especially Gryffindor House and Ravenclaw House, which failed to advance to the finals. The former did not want to see Slytherin House squawking, so only some students who opened handicap and participated in gambling came. scene, while the latter rationally chose better time management after being eliminated from Ravenclaw House.
After all, it is near the end of the semester.
Their own college missed the finals, and there was no suspense about the College Cup score. Naturally, everyone spent more time preparing for the final exam.
Half of the forty-seven absent students are from Ravenclaw House, especially the fifth and seventh year students, who have to face more rigorous and important exams.
If you can stay in the library for one more hour, or have one more hour of self-study time, you may have more confidence. The little eagles have a scale in their minds about how to choose.
"Goal! Hufflepuff scored!"
"Damn! What is that Slytherin Seeker doing!"
"Foul! Why don't you punish him? Shady story!"
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Even if it's not a hostile academy.
But the Quidditch match between Slytherin and Hufflepuff is also very explosive. Athletes are like this. Their competitiveness will drive them to do their best to win on the field.
And the way Slytherin Academy wins victory is just like everyone thinks of them, it is quite unscrupulous. As long as it is allowed by the rules, they can always find some loopholes.
In less than ten minutes, the battle on the field became a bit fierce, especially the fly-like Marcus, who maliciously knocked down others and even let out a mocking laugh.
This moment ignited the anger of the Hufflepuff players. Although he doesn't like Quidditch very much, Ian also enjoys watching it. He mainly likes the feeling that the two houses are beginning to fight against each other.
"My suggestion is to give each of them a knight's lance instead of a bat." Ian's hell joke fully illustrates how much real fire the two academies on the court produced.
Naturally no one would take his advice.
Seeing that the situation was getting more and more dangerous, Professor McGonagall immediately issued an order to pause for a few minutes, allowing players on both sides to have a collective time to reflect and calm down.
Perhaps this was the majestic appearance of the vice-principal. Slytherin also restrained himself a lot after the start of the second half, which resulted in the Quidditch match on track suddenly losing its appeal in Ian's eyes.
After a very long time.
Under the bored gaze of Ian who yawned endlessly.
"Cedric! Cedric discovered the Golden Snitch! He accelerated! He was approaching the Golden Snitch!" The commentator's voice was a little hoarse.
However, his emotions became more and more intense.
"Oh! It's not that far away from Cedric, but it seems that Slytherin also discovered the Golden Snitch, and they started to implement interference tactics against Cedric!"
"Breakthrough! Cedric broke through the interference!"
"Both seekers are now aiming at the Golden Snitch! The game has reached its most exciting moment!" It has to be said that although this commentator is quite lacking in words and sentences.
But he did have a passion for Quidditch. The atmosphere in the stands was also extremely solemn. Ian saw Professor McGonagall even squeeze the hand of Dean Hufflepuff next to him.
Apparently.
She also has a bias in her heart that she secretly supports.
"Could Professor McGonagall be Cedric's old crush, right?" Ian thought of Professor McGonagall's love for Quidditch, and the more he thought about it, the more he thought it was possible.
As time passes by.
The game finally came to an end.
"Oh! God! It's still Cedric! It's him! It's really him! How could it not be him! He used an extremely tricky angle to avoid another interference from Slytherin House and successfully caught the snitch!"
"Cedric Diggory! He has created a miracle again!" the commentator shouted at the top of his lungs, and the Slytherin players and college students looked quite ugly.
However.
The facts are settled.
Even though they were unhappy, they were not people who couldn't afford to lose. The crowd in the stands began to boil, and a large number of yellow banners and flags were magically raised into the sky.
“Bang~!”
There were also students who were not skilled in magic and blew up the flags, but the thick smoke did not affect the warm atmosphere. Countless little badgers screamed and tried to climb out of the stands and rush into the stadium.
They also have a wild and unrestrained side. Cedric was lifted into the air by a group of excited students. He was treated like a hero, which made Cedric very happy.
In addition to the students of Slytherin House who were in a bad mood, the little wizards who lost their bets were also in a bad mood. Ian looked around and couldn't help but worry about the tower of Hogwarts tonight.
"This is dog gambling."
Ian felt that Snape should also bet a lot. Professor Snape had the ugliest face in the audience. After the game, he tossed his robe and left the court early.
"Thank you to the Hufflepuff players! Also thank you to the Slytherin players! They brought us a wonderful, unique and fierce game!"
"Let us celebrate Hufflepuff House and express our regrets for Slytherin House." After the game, the vice-principal delivered a speech that seemed impartial, but Professor McGonagall's beaming smile made it very difficult. It was hard to say that she truly felt sorry for Slytherin House from the bottom of her heart.
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After the Quidditch match, life in Hogwarts returned to its original state, with everyone discussing and attending classes, and it seemed no different from before.
Only people who help Filch and various wealthy little wizards and do some dirty work to get some meager rewards still prove how many people have been "class-slipped" by the Quidditch game.
That is to say, Filch has been obsessed with blowing himself up every day and going to the hospital every day, so that these little wizards can get rewarding labor from Filch.
"Maybe this can be considered as my merit."
Ian's preparations for the final exam have come to an end. The professors have another exam question specifically for him, so this also makes his whereabouts somewhat tense.
Especially after seeing that Grindelwald got a black iron belly from nowhere, the little wizard's nervousness and anxiety about the final exam were pushed to a new level.
certainly.
This anxiety and nervousness were not due to any awe of the Iron Belly of Ukraine, but because he casually asked when he saw Grindelwald magically transforming the Iron Belly of Ukraine in his underground palace.
"Is this my final exam?"
The little wizard was even curious enough to step forward and kick the black man in the iron belly who was glaring at him.
However.
Grindelwald's answer made him instantly lose interest in the hybrid dragon.
"This is a test question for other students."
The shady Defense Against the Dark Arts professor smiled very intriguingly.
"For you, I have another test question. Remember to eat less before the test, otherwise I will take a photo of you vomiting and show it to every one of my students."
It is almost equivalent to a social death warning.
This made Ian unable to sleep well for several nights.
Until the day of the exam.
He was wondering what exactly Grindelwald wanted him to take the exam for?
(End of chapter)