Chapter 178 Tentative

In the Quidditch training ground.

Dorcas continued the bragging session.

“The tacit understanding of James and Sirius!” James quickly applauded and cooperated with her.

“Listening to you, we will lose without a doubt.” Fenwick said slowly.

“Oh, Benji, don’t you want to beat Slytherin again? Wash your shame,” Marlene said.

“I said I wasn’t interested in Quidditch, you forced me to come,” Fenwick said coldly.

“I’m forcing you—then why are you standing here now? Don’t you have any desire to return to the Quidditch pitch?” Marlene said firmly with her arms crossed.

Fenwick didn’t speak again, and the four third graders glanced at each other, not knowing what was going on.

“Stop arguing, let’s concentrate on the game.” Edgar said with a straight face.

“If you think so, I can find a new Chaser.” Marlene was aggressive.

Fenwick was silent.

“Come on!” James clapped his hands. “Benji, get those pureblood **** off the broom!”

Fenwick pursed his lips and nodded slowly, as if making a major decision.

The day of the game is coming soon.

The players changed into bright red uniforms, and Dorcas began her pregame speech as captain.

“This is the third Quidditch match of the term, and the fourth Quidditch match in Gryffindor. Also, our opponent is Slytherin.” She coughed a few times.

“None of you want to lose, right? We lost to Slytherin last term, and they won’t be so lucky this time. I believe in you, and I believe in myself,” she gave an encouraging smile.

“We will definitely get the Quidditch Cup or even the Academy Cup!” Everyone applauded enthusiastically, but Edgar, who was usually serious and serious, was the most emotional.

They got into the pitch, the stands were packed, and people never got tired of Gryffindor-Slytherin games.

James struggled to find his friends among the golden and red crowd.

Lupin and Peter were waving red flags with his initials and Sirius on them, if nothing else.

He couldn’t help but smile at Sirius.

Slytherin’s new captain was Flint, he gave Dorcas a defiant look, and Dorcas gave him a disdainful smile.

The handshake of the two was like a precursor to a duel.

Mrs. Hooch blew the whistle, and the players on both sides rushed into the sky.

Gryffindor’s new batsman switched from a laid-back “ranger” and started the game on target Avery.

After Dorcas’ high-pressure training for so long, hitting the Bludgers is as simple as casting a spell for this rookie. Even if he is just a rookie, he can already predict the action trajectory of the Bludgers proficiently.

So Avery and another Gryffindor pursuer soon realized that the Bludger was following them.

He was teasing them on purpose, because knocking them off the broom too quickly was no fun.

“Potter scored another goal, Gryffindor beat Slytherin 30-0.” A Hufflepuff boy said calmly, his articulation was clear, and there was a little less Skeeter’s rambling feeling.

In this regard, many people in the stands feel a little regret.

James continues to gallop through the air with his broom under him, each predator has its own specialties, and James has an unparalleled talent for Quidditch and Transfiguration – although his Transfiguration talent is rarely revealed come out.

In mid-air, he was so handy, he looked like a bird.

Sirius was flying around him on a broom, and they were indeed a pair of conjoined twins who knew what each other needed without having to communicate.

“McKinnon passed the Quaffle to Potter – oh, Travers attacked Fenwick.” Even now James was worried about Fenwick, he had to wonder about the use of Hufflepuff’s commentary word.

“Foul! Foul!” The golden and red crowd boiled and most of them shouted loudly. Lily and Mary in the stands also waved their red flags vigorously. Professor McGonagall even took off her glasses and squinted to watch the game.

“Foul? Oh, this is a very obvious one.” Hufflepuff seemed to have a different opinion on this, which aroused the dissatisfaction of other academies, and the noisy voice was also an important factor affecting the performance of Quidditch players.

James felt his head buzzing, and he sincerely hoped that his teammates were not affected.

But fortunately, James scored another goal in this neutral position!

The complaints of the golden and red crowd quickly turned into cheers, and Lily in the stands could even see James shaking his head proudly through the telescope in his hand.

In Quidditch, James is always so special, people can’t help but focus on him, he is a natural Quidditch star.

If it weren’t for Voldemort, not in this era, he might not have joined the Order of the Phoenix later on, but would have been a very good Quidditch star.

Just like he has always liked – to be in the limelight on various fields, attracting countless applause and cheers.

Even Lily, who hated him so much…. Looking at the smug boy on the broom, she wondered if it was her illusion, she felt that James today looked much more handsome than before.

“The Golden Snitch has appeared.” The Hufflepuff commentary continued to broadcast, and Dorcas, who had been hanging out, rushed out on his broom.

Regulus is close behind, his broom is the latest version of Nimbus, still sponsored by Lucius.

Even if Lucius doesn’t seem to be in a good situation now, such a small amount of money is not a problem at all.

It is worth mentioning that Dorcas changed to the latest broom this year.

At this time, the competition is the technology of two people.

Jaime was very calm, he believed that Dorcas would get the Snitch, she was the best Seeker he had ever seen, and she never let up on her training.

“McKinnon is going to pass the ball to Potter, and Gryffindor looks like it’s going to score another ten.” The Hufflepuff boy’s voice was still very calm.

Honestly, it’s rare to be able to comment on a lively and much-anticipated game so boringly.

His voice continued, “Meadows and Black are not far apart, but Meadows is clearly better.”

“Meadows stretched out her hand – she caught the Snitch!” the Hufflepuff boy suddenly shouted loudly, his face flushed.

Dorcas waved his arms proudly, and a golden light shone in his right hand.

The crowd boiled again, and Professor McGonagall put her glasses back on.

“Gryffindor to Slytherin, two hundred and seventy to forty.” The Gryffindor team hugged each other.

“Hey, don’t hold so tight! I’m going to fall!” Dorcas said hoarsely.

“You’re amazing! Dorcas!” James laughed, coughing a few times.

Marlene McKinnon kissed Dorcas on the cheek.

******

Just as the Quidditch game was in full swing, Reggie knocked on the door of an office on the third floor.

“Please come in.”

With permission, he pushed open the door and entered.

Former Auror and current Defence Against the Dark Arts substitute Professor Dearborn is sitting behind his desk,

Flip through a half-new book with a magnifying glass in hand. As soon as he saw the visitor, he turned the book upside down and stood up.

“You’re here, Reggie.” Professor Dearborn greeted him warmly and asked the Slytherin student to sit down on the sofa.

“You came earlier than I expected. I’m sorry to take up such an important day to help me.”

“Please don’t say that, sir. I am honored to serve you.”

Professor Dearborn smiled and nodded, and his eyes fell on the boy’s hidden secret robe. The robe was not very suitable, but it had a wonderful magical fluctuation.

Moreover, with his eyesight, he could see the looming magic pattern on it.

He remembered some material he had seen about the child before.

“It’s cold outside? Would you like a cup of hot tea?” He handed him a small porcelain cup, the rim of the cup was slightly chipped, but it didn’t affect the use.

“With me, you can be less restrained, like at home—I mean, with your dean.”

Regis took the cup, and took the opportunity to take the teapot to fill the two of them.

He looked so calm that he didn’t seem to hear the word “home” that Dearborn was talking about.

“Thank you, Professor. I’m not cold.” The boy looked humble and polite. “I came as soon as I got a call from Professor Slughorn. What do you need me to do, sir?”

“Oh, that’s it—” Professor Dearborn took his teacup and sat across from him, blowing softly.

“Look, Reggie, Easter is coming soon, but because of my recuperation, I missed a few class assignments and haven’t finished it yet, but I have a lot of things to do recently, and I can’t handle it, so Well, I need a student to help me one by one”

Before he finished speaking, a shrill whistle sounded suddenly in the office, completely covering up all other sounds.

Professor Dearborn’s face suddenly turned embarrassed.

Rui Ji looked at the sound, and saw a small glass top on the large desk, spinning and shining non-stop.

“Merlin’s beard – I forgot about this thing.”

Professor Dearborn grumbled as he walked over, grabbed the small spinning top with his left hand, and shoved it into the drawer, along with his gloves.

Seeing this scene, a coldness flashed in Reggie’s eyes.

“Professor,” he asked deliberately when the other party turned around, following the topic just now, “You just wanted to say that you will be very busy during this time, right?”

“That’s right.” Professor Dearborn lifted one, and took it off in front of Reggie.

“Prosthetic limbs?” Ridge’s eyes widened, not expecting such a thing in the magic world.

“Don’t look at the fact that my hand is made of wood, but the joints are still metal and need to be oiled from time to time. When it comes to this cold and wet weather, it’s not easy to feel! Speaking of which, Muggles are geniuses.”

He closed the drawer, raised his right hand that looked no different from a normal person, and turned it around, as if he was just saying something that wasn’t a big deal.

“I’m ashamed to say it. The night before yesterday, my hand almost couldn’t hold the pen, and I couldn’t write a few words at all.”

The shrill whistle sounded again, and it was more piercing than before.

Regis sneered inwardly, watching calmly as Professor Dearborn frowned, opened the drawer again, and took out the small top.

Lying to a looking glass is not a smart choice. …

he thinks. Maybe I should remind myself of this poor actor.

“Professor, may I ask, what is this thing?” Regis deliberately pretended to be ignorant and curious, “I’ve never seen this before, but it looks like some kind of siren, am I right? But with all due respect, it’s a bit noisy.”

“Oh you don’t mind that, Reggie. I’ll get rid of it right now, right now.” Professor Dearborn fumbled out his wand with embarrassment.

“It’s a looking glass, I’ve had it for many years, it can help you identify a lot of suspicious things, but since coming to Hogwarts, it’s not as good as it used to be, it’s become a bit… …some…uh-”

“Sensitive?” He gave a step at the right time.

“That’s right! Sensitive.” The professor waved his wand, and the sight glass immediately stopped spinning and breathing. Now they have nothing to worry about.

“I wanted to use it to help check your papers, but it’s too sensitive. And the students here, just like us back then, always like to copy and perfunctory things. Of course, I’m talking about big Most people, not including you.”

Dearborn blinked, trying to look a little more amiable.

“Speaking of this St. Regis, I came to you today because I wanted you to help me grade a batch of papers.”

Regis looked a little surprised.

“Professor, I’m not sure if I can—”

“Don’t be so modest, Reggie, you’re absolutely fine. When I talked to Professor Slughorn, he was the first to recommend you.” He waved him to sit first.

“Rigi, it’s not difficult to do, it’s just a batch of first-year papers, and these kids can’t write anything new. What’s more, I believe that at your level, it’s more than enough to correct their homework. Drink first. After this cup of tea, warm up and I’ll tell you what to do in a moment.”

He waved his wand and the glass was filled again.

Regis lowered his head and took a sip, UU reading www.uukanshu. com let the tea slowly go down his throat.

Ask yourself to help grade your first-year essay? This is clearly not the real purpose of Dearborn calling him today.

Speaking of which, how did this guy become an Auror back then? How could he feel that he couldn’t recognize the looking glass just now? Such gadgets, almost every store in Diagon Alley has it!

“Is he really just negligent? Or—” Reggie thought for a while, and decided to be more cautious.

“Thank you for your hospitality, sir. I feel very warm now.”

Regis put the teacup back on the tray aside, “I think I’m ready.”

“Okay, you come with me.”

Dearborn led him to the desk, pushed a thick stack of parchment, and gave him the red inkwell and quill.

“These are the papers handed in from the first year… Gryffindor on this stack, Slytherin, Hufflepuff, and Ravenclaw on the other side — be careful not to confuse them.”