Chapter 48: 48, Quidditch

After leaving the hospital, Hoffa experienced the most amazing time he had at Hogwarts.

No one bothers him anymore, it feels like the Soviet Union suddenly collapsed, the Middle East suddenly ceased fire, and the keyboard warriors of the universe suddenly disappeared.

The world is finally quiet.

Aglaia stopped staring at him, but she stopped talking to him either.

Instead, walk around him every time you see him, pretending not to see him. Sometimes she would talk and laugh with other girls at the corner of the stairs. She would keep her mouth shut when Hoffa passed, and not continue until he was gone.

Of course, Hoffa would try to walk around her as politely as possible, as if there was an invisible line between them. He feels that as long as the other party can maintain this state, he doesn't mind satisfying the other party's desire to be the boss.

December is creeping up, and the weather in the UK is getting colder and colder.

The sky was always a blinding opaline color, and the muddy field was covered with a shiny frost one morning. The mountains around the school are gray and covered with snow and ice, and the lake is as cold and hard as tempered steel. Every morning, the landscape outside Ravenclaw Tower was whiter.

The students next to them all put on thick scarves and gloves unconsciously. After class, they rubbed their hands in the corridor, letting out clouds of white mist.

There are also some senior students who bought a transformable blue flame from Diagon Alley Post, which can be continuously rubbed in the palm of the hand, and the temperature can be adjusted freely.

But Hoffa had none of that, he had no flame, no scarf or gloves, and he hadn't been groomed when he came out of the orphanage. At that time, he felt that dragging winter clothes was too heavy, so he only brought a bag on his back.

But now it seems that he has not considered it. Britain's latitude is much higher than that of China, because the map is convenient for a while, but it freezes when it is cold.

After entering December, the weather is getting colder and colder. Thick, gray snowflakes danced in the sky, sealing every window, and the castle was much darker than usual during the day.

Fortunately, one morning, Miranda's owl brought him two sweaters and a scarf that Hoffa had bought from a clothing store in London.

The trip made Miranda's sorrel owl exhausted, and Hoffa felt guilty and distressed. He wanted to feed the owl a little steaming pumpkin juice.

However, after throwing the clothes to Hoffa, the owl flew away on its own, not paying much attention to Hoffa.

"Your owl really has a personality."

Hoffa said emotionally to Miranda.

"It's just not used to eating stranger's food."

Miranda said.

While talking, Professor Gorac suddenly appeared at Ravenclaw's dining table. Miranda immediately lowered her head, she seemed very unwilling to confront her grandfather.

But Professor Goshak just glanced at his granddaughter indifferently, then took out a list and asked the students to fill in one by one.

It turned out that it was to collect the list of students who stayed in school for Christmas, and Hoffa naturally signed it without hesitation. If he doesn't stay in school, he will go back to Wu's Orphanage in London.

He didn't want to go back, and to his surprise, Miranda was also on the list.

"Aren't you going home for the holidays? I mean, you must be a member of the wizarding family."

"That's right." Miranda smiled, "But now only my grandfather and I are left in the family."

"What?"

Hoffa opened his mouth in surprise. He never asked about Miranda's family situation. "Then your parents."

"They're all dead."

Miranda spoke calmly, seeing Hoffa's expression, she smiled.

"It's normal, isn't it? I dare say that one-third of the students in this hall have family members who died in the world war. Besides, I was a child when they died, so I have no memory at all."

Even though she said that, Hoffa still felt guilty and said, "Sorry."

Miranda's words gave him a deeper insight into the world.

one third

If he remembered correctly, the original father of this body, the Chinese, also died in World War I.

The Muggle World War I ended in 1918, twenty years away from now.

I am now 11 years old, so the father of this body did not die in the Muggle War.

Is he a wizard too, a Chinese wizard?

The clash of wizards never ends.

Thinking of the slogan posted by Hogsmeade, Hoffa thought deeply.

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Time passed day by day, and the wind and snow gradually became bigger. Most of the windows of the castle are closed tightly, because they are blocked by snow, and the area that can be used to look at the windows is getting smaller and smaller.

Even if you can see it, the outside is all white, so white that you can't even distinguish the grassland from the black lake.

The castle in the snow made Hoffa feel unsafe, and this picture always gave him a sense of being on the set of The Shining.

Many students will use magic wands to transform snowdrifts into various strange shapes, and they even have a snowman-making competition.

Among the first-year students, Aglaia created a fat Welsh green dragon with a magic wand, which was more than ten meters high and lifelike, which attracted everyone's applause.

But Hoffa wasn't involved, and he just hustled down the hallway each day after class, clutching his towel. Because there are all kinds of flying snowballs controlled by magic outside, like the snowy Iraq with gunfire, if you are not careful, you will be accidentally injured by crazy classmates.

These days, Hoffa seldom goes out except for class, and even if he buys a scarf and sweater, he still doesn't want to leave the crackling fire in the common room. Every day, he calculated the formula of the magic recovery potion on paper.

Although he felt that he might ask Aglaia now, she would most likely tell him.

But Hoffa couldn't keep that face off.

On the second Sunday in December, Hoffa was studying potions in the common room, while Miranda sat cross-legged not far from him, reading an idle book.

Suddenly, there was a loud noise at the door, and Aglaia, who was playing in the snow outside, appeared. She hesitated for a second at the door, and then sat opposite Hoffa and Miranda excitedly.

She tossed her hair, and the snow on her silver hair splattered Hoffa's face, and Hoffa hurriedly protected his parchment.

"Something great happened, and guess what?"

Aglaia excitedly told Miranda that she had deliberately amplified her voice.

"The Ministry of Magic made you Minister?"

Miranda turned a page and smiled without looking up.

Speaking of it, the two of them actually have a good relationship, and they can joke around casually.

In fact Miranda was on good terms with just about anyone.

"Of course not, let me tell you, Charles Crouch went to participate in the school mission, and may not come back for a long time."

"Charles Crouch?"

Miranda turned another page of the book: "What Charles Crouch, what are you talking about?"

"Seeker! Seeker!"

Aglea excitedly propped herself up on her elbows on the table.

"Crouch is the Seeker of our academy team. He is gone. Isn't it my turn to play? And this game is very important. The captain told me that if we can win Slytherin, we can score This year's Quidditch final."

Hoffa took out his wand, tapped the accumulated water in front of him due to melting snow, and muttered, "Waterproof and moistureproof."

Immediately, the snow-melted water was sucked away by the magic wand.

Miranda was still turning the pages calmly.

"Then what."

Aglaia became unhappy when she saw it: "Miranda, don't tell me that you don't go out to watch the Quidditch match."

Miranda muttered, "I didn't say I wouldn't go."

"Ha. That's about the same. Let me tell you, as long as I can help the academy win the Academy Cup, I will definitely be the official Seeker next year." Aglaia waved his fist with full momentum.

Miranda asked curiously from the side: "What about Charles Crouch? Why didn't he come to participate in the competition, or such an important competition?

"Who knows, it's possible that the technology is outdated, or the school has other arrangements for him." Aglea said indifferently.

Then, as if she had just seen Hoffa next to Miranda, she cleared her throat and asked casually with her head held high.

"And you?"

It took Hoffa a moment to realize that she was talking to himself, the only time they'd had a month since they were discharged from the hospital.

"Uh, go."

next second.

There was another group of brats shouting from outside the common room, and Aglaia ran out decisively and went crazy again.

After she left, Miranda looked at him with a strange expression.

She touched her glasses.

"It's strange that she should ask you if you're going."

Hoffa shrugged and spread the parchment on the table.

"who knows."

Miranda looked out the window and asked worriedly: "Are you really going to see it, the snow is so heavy?"

Hoffa sighed: "Otherwise, didn't you persuade me to go to the arena to cheer?"

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The next day, it was pitch black. Hoffa felt someone pushing himself in the dark, and when he woke up, it turned out to be his roommate William. He changed into his dressing gown on the four-poster next door.

"Come on, Hoffa, it's early game!"

Hoffa poked his head out to touch the alarm clock and looked at it. It was only half past six. Getting up at 6:30 in the winter is simply fatal.

He scolded Aglaia in his heart, regretted that he had eased the relationship with her, turned over and wanted to go back to sleep.

But the roommates were all awake, and they talked together. Fantasizing about the pomp that Ravenclaw's first game might produce.

It was so hard for Hoffa to ignore them that he rolled over and sat up. Yawning and changing clothes.

grand occasion? nonexistent. At that time, under the cover of heavy snow, you probably won't even be able to see clearly.

Inside the auditorium, Hoffa sat on the table with a plate, yawning and serving pumpkin porridge.

There were very few people in the auditorium at this time.

After a while, a blue figure sat across from him.

It was Aglaia. At this moment, she had changed into her bright blue team robe, staring blankly at a bowl of porridge with a pale face.

She probably participated in an official competition for the first time, so she was still a little nervous.

"You have today too." Seeing no one around, Hoffa muttered while drinking porridge with a spoon, "I won't go to see it for fear of losing face."

"Shut up," she glared at Hoffa, "just watch me beat up Slytherin."

After finishing speaking, she began to drink porridge.

Simple aggressive method. Hoffa thought.

The other team members also took their seats one after another. The tables of the four major colleges were all discussing, and there were many people wearing banners and painted faces painted by the colleges sitting on the dining table. It can be seen how popular Quidditch is in this world.

After breakfast, a large number of students and teachers flocked out. The crowd stood shoulder to shoulder and gathered on the field.

Hoffa habitually used Harry's perspective when he was studying, and fantasized about flying in the center of the Quidditch field and becoming the focus of attention.

It's a pity that God failed to fulfill his wish, and reality made a joke with him. He had no Quidditch talent in this lifetime. Can only experience the perspective of passers-by.

Following the sharp whistle of the flying teacher Pario.

The Quidditch players squeaked and pulled their feet out of the knee-deep snow. They got on their brooms and soared through the sky.

The crowd cheered, and the commentator spoke impassionedly about the strengths and weaknesses of each team.

Seekers are generally light in build, quick in movement, and the fastest flyer on the team. As Hoffa expected, due to the heavy snow floating in the sky. You can't even see the shape of an ordinary player, let alone the smallest Seeker.

He had to distinguish carefully to see Aglaia's position clearly. Many times, the figure disappeared immediately as soon as he saw it.

Hoffa had the habit of watching football in his previous life, and he knew a lot about sports, but this game is a hundred times more difficult to understand than football.

Taking games as an example, football can be regarded as a 2.5D game, coupled with professional broadcast and playback. Just like watching a LOL game, all kinds of information and highlights are clear at a glance.

But Quidditch, this is 3D, watching this thing is like watching an Overwatch game, without commentary and replay, it shakes badly. Often it was only when the audience cheered that Hoffa realized what a great shot was going on.

But when he pays more attention to observe, the wonderful scene is over.

Hoffa felt dazzled after watching for a few minutes. There are too many balls on the field, and all kinds of balls are flying around. He doesn't know which ball he should pay attention to, let alone get the coolness of this game.

What's more unfortunate is that the golden pattern on the arm was hungry again, and it began to devour magic power.

Hoffa was a little speechless, so he stood up silently, walked away from a group of cheering students, and walked down the high stands.

The Quidditch match would not be over for a while, and he wanted to find a quiet place to meditate and recover.

Speaking of which, the number of times the golden tattoo absorbs magic power has gradually decreased, and Hoffa doesn't know why.

After walking out of the crowded arena, Hoffa suddenly felt relieved. Like a fish returning to the ocean with ease.

He stood in the white snow and stretched, thinking that as long as he didn't go far, he would meditate beside him. Come back when you hear the cheers.

After half an hour of meditation, the magic devouring ended.

Hoffa shook the snow on his body, but when he was about to return to the game, he saw a familiar figure appearing in the castle.

It was Joey, and he stormed off the castle in a rage. Behind him, followed by Professor Goshak.

Joey looked a little excited, he and Goshak were talking loudly. After speaking, he kicked away the thick snow on the ground, and strode away from the castle angrily.