Chapter 112: A Day of Quidditch

Chapter 112: A Day of Quidditch

Aidan Royeria recently wrote down a name, the Head of Slytherin, Severus Snape.

This man with greasy semi-long hair disrupted Aidan's originally peaceful and leisurely campus life and piled a lot of things that did not need to be done by the president on him.

Normally, according to Aidan's habit, he would sneer at this domineering man who was not his direct superior, but Arlian was from Slytherin and was another president.

So, in order to prevent his girlfriend from being bullied, Aidan had to work hard and do all kinds of odd jobs, such as counting kitchen supplies, purchasing teaching equipment, and sometimes even helping the professors.

These are all free of charge. Oh, if my dad knew about this, he would definitely laugh at him.

"Three - two - one -" Madam Quidditch's (Madam Hooch's) voice stood out from the noise, and after a loud whistle, Aidan watched the fourteen players soar into the leaden sky.

He turned out the decorations on the auditorium, cleaned them, and decorated them. He checked and reinforced the half-empty goal ring. He also arranged the podium and the scoreboard...

Would Hogwarts ever order a seventh-year student around like this before?

Aidan sat with his elbows folded on a simple armchair in the inner corner of the Quidditch field. He crossed his legs and looked coldly at the field that he had almost entirely touched.

Because he is a behind-the-scenes staff member, he cannot sit next to Alian in the audience and can only stay in the venue to deal with possible accidents.

Although he knew that Aryan would push him to the Hufflepuff seat, Aidan was still dissatisfied with his current passivity.

Hmm? What about the Bludger?

Watching the Bludger turn around and fly towards the Gryffindor savior, Aidan's eyes, which had been narrowed due to impatience, widened slightly, and he unconsciously put down his legs and leaned forward.

"boom--"

The Bludger was hit hard to the side by the twins, but soon it boomeranged back towards the savior. At the same time, because the two Beaters of the Grand Team surrounded the Seeker, their female Chaser could only passively avoid the other Bludger, and Slytherin took the opportunity to score several goals.

Was there something wrong with the Bludger? No, Aidan remembered that the balls had been locked in Mrs. Quidditch's office since the test, and the lock on them was not something that could be opened by ordinary magic.

It is also possible that someone controlled the Bludger at this time. Judging from its behavior of constantly flying towards the Savior, this might be another conspiracy from the darkness?

It was really one problem after another. Aidan held his forehead with his hand. Thinking of the bloody words of the heir on the wall, his brows furrowed even deeper.

"Slytherin is leading, sixty to zero." The commentator on the podium shouted, and not long after, the Gryffindor team requested a timeout.

I guess they need to apply for a suspension of the game and conduct an investigation.

Aidan stood up, ready to go to Madam Quidditch to arrange the investigation, but just as he took two slow steps, all the players flew up into the rain at the sound of Madam Quidditch's whistle.

......

Having forgotten that they were a group of Gryffindors, Aidan rolled his eyes and turned back to sit in his seat.

He never thought that there were only four types of people in Hogwarts: Gryffindor, Slytherin, Ravenclaw and Hufflepuff, but he also acknowledged the existence of some people with stronger characteristics of their respective houses. Obviously, Gryffindor Quidditch players were very Gryffindor.

See, they're taking an even bigger risk now, leaving the poor Savior alone to face the Bludger that wants to blow his head off.

Aidan watched with interest the Savior as he went up and down, turning here and there to avoid the Bludger. The black-haired boy was definitely using all his flying skills.

He suddenly climbed high and dived, and when he turned a corner, he suddenly spun and passed by the Bludger. He kept circling around and narrowly missed the Bludger. Oh! He was hanging upside down. Aidan could see the Savior choking on the rain flowing into his nostrils.

That boy flies pretty well, Aidan commented in his heart as he watched the Savior's increasingly skilled zigzag route.

Did he kill Voldemort with the baby broom?

Aidan had always been curious about his title as the savior, but he had never seen anything particularly great about this kid before. From Aidan's perspective, he was just an ordinary sophomore, and Miss Moonlight was much better than him.

While Aidan was daydreaming, the seekers of the two teams met, and the Golden Snitch, representing victory, quietly showed up among the sour words and hatred.

Aidan saw a small flash of golden light near the ear of the Slytherin little golden retriever, and also noticed the savior's slow movement. He looked at the Savior who was ready to go, and then at the Bludger that was getting closer and closer, and was sure that the boy was going to be hit.

Prey is the thing that makes hunters most slow down. Aidan, who has traveled all over the country with his family, knows this very well.

Sure enough, the Bludger broke one of the Savior's hands, but he used the force to fly straight towards the Golden Snitch. As the Slytherin Seeker flew away in horror, Aidan squinted his eyes and watched the golden light being grasped by the Savior.

There was an explosion of cheers, and Aidan started clapping as well. When he clapped for the third time, he realized that he wanted Slytherin, where Aryan was, to win.

After a brief pause in clapping, Aidan raised his eyebrows and continued clapping. He suddenly understood the magic of Gryffindor.

This adventurous academy always makes people unconsciously focus their attention on them, and it is in this unconsciousness that people offer their support.

And it didn't matter. If Slytherin won, Aryan was happy and he was happy. If Slytherin lost, Aryan was unhappy and he went to comfort her, he was still happy.

While Aidan was watching the enthusiastic celebrations on the Quidditch field and thinking about his new "win-win" theory, Della was chatting peacefully with Quasi who had just returned in the infirmary.

"Where did Dumbledore send you? Is it hard working out there?" Della took the teacup handed to her by Quasi and took a sip of the black tea which was at just the right temperature.

"It's to a place called Transylvania in Lmania. Dumbledore only asked me to ask the villagers there a few questions." Quasi blinked his big eyes and looked at Della. His voice, which he deliberately suppressed, was still higher than usual, as if he was excited about something.

"Transylvania?" Della immediately thought of the villager in Lockhart's book who was cursed with bubbles. She raised her eyebrows. "Let me guess. Is it about Lockhart?"

"Yes! But I asked everyone, even the various elves there, and no one said they had seen anyone who looked like Professor Lockhart." Quasi shook his head in distress.

"This is interesting..." According to Lockhart's personality, he would make a big fuss even about the smallest matter.

"Kwasi is here to thank Della this time! Della saved Kwasi's life!" Before Della could continue thinking, Kwasi shouted. He finally couldn't control himself.

"Ah? Why do you say that? Are you okay, Kwasi?" Della immediately put down the teacup, pinched Kwasi's shoulder and looked at him.

"This is the dress Della gave me!" Quasi pulled up the hem of his dress, and the embroidered image of Hogwarts slightly deformed with his movements. "I didn't notice any wizard casting a spell on me. It was this dress that protected me."

"Ah~" Della remembered that when she made this dress, she used the highly protective material left over from previous experiments. "Anyway, I'm glad you're okay, Kwasi."

Looking at the gentle smile on Della's face, tears welled up in Quasi's eyes again, "Della saved me, the dress Della gave me saved me!"

"Kwasi?" Della asked doubtfully in the face of Kwasi's unexpected excitement.

"This dress, this dress!" Quasi said intermittently, "I told Dumbledore myself that I wanted to leave Hogwarts and go out to have a look. Dumbledore was very good. He agreed to my request and said he would give me extra compensation."

"But house elves can't do this! When I first walked out of Hogwarts, I changed the tea towel with the Hogwarts logo on it myself," Kwasi sobbed and continued, "It was Della who gave Kwasi this dress, so that Kwasi got the logo again."

"Now, it saved me!" Quasi burst into tears.

"Quasi, you can do anything. I think Dumbledore thinks the same as I do. You are free--"

"This is so touching!" A sudden sharp voice interrupted Della's words. Della and Quasi, who was wiping her tears with his clothes, both looked towards the place where the sound came from.

Dobby, wearing a tattered pillowcase, slowly appeared. He was wiping his tears with his bandaged hands. The salt in his tears touched his wounds, causing Dobby to gasp in pain. However, he still masochistically used his wounded hands to collect the tears.

"Who are you? I've never seen you before..." Quasi asked blankly, and was soon startled by the whistling sound outside.

"Quick, quick, quick! Bring Harry in!"

"Look at his hands! Oh! That's disgusting!"

Quasi immediately jumped to Dobby's side. It was obvious that he came here to see Della without Madam Pomfrey's knowledge. In order to prevent Della from being blamed by Madam Pomfrey, he dragged the struggling Dobby away from here.

As soon as they escaped, Harry was pushed in like a star, and Della noticed his hands that looked like meat condoms.

Ew......

While feeling subtly nauseous, Della became curious about what she had missed today.