From Hogwarts to Strixhaven.

Chapter 77 A Bad Morning for Gryffindor

Harry walked into the restaurant with muddy steps and damp clothes, and sat down at the Gryffindor table.

Ron gave him a pitying look and pushed the jam and bread on the table towards Harry. "Quidditch practice again? To be honest, Wood is simply abusing you."

Today is Saturday, and the Gryffindor Quidditch team usually does not practice on this day, but as the second match with Slytherin approaches, everyone in the team becomes visibly anxious, especially the captain Wood.

So far, Slytherin and Gryffindor have both defeated Hufflepuff and Ravenclaw in past games, and thanks to Harry's outstanding performance, Gryffindor also defeated Slytherin in the first game of the year, so in theory, Gryffindor is the one with the advantage.

"That's because you haven't seen Ivy's training of Slytherin." Harry took off his foggy glasses and threw them aside. "Compared to them, Wood is like a mother goose taking her children across the river."

"Don't worry, we will win." Ron raised the chicken leg and took a big bite, shrugged and said, "After all, you have the Nimbus 2000."

"Yeah." Harry sighed and rubbed his tired cheeks. "Wood said the same thing. 'The level of those trolls has improved too quickly. Look at how Ravenclaw lost? It's almost impossible for us to organize an effective counterattack. So before the score gap widens to more than 150, you and Nimbus 2000 are our only chance of winning.'"

Although it was impossible for Harry to repeat Wood's eager eyes and heavy expectations with his mouth alone, Ron still heard a strong sense of pressure from this sentence.

"Oh - you must be very tired. Have a chicken drumstick! Eat more to have more energy. Look at those trolls in Slytherin. You need more muscles to fight against them." Ron hesitated and stuffed a chicken drumstick into Harry's plate.

"You eat it. I'm not hungry." Harry squinted his eyes and looked at the charmingly greasy chicken leg. He raised his fork and paused in the air for a moment, then finally put it down. "It would be great if those Slytherin players were really trolls. Then we can send Hermione to deal with them. I dare say that even if they were added together, they would not be enough for Hermione to defeat alone."

"Excuse me, gentlemen."

“Ouch!” “Ouch!”

Harry and Ron cried out in pain as they felt a blow to the head.

They turned around and saw Hermione with her hands on her hips staring at them. The huge book in her hand, which was almost as thick as two bricks stacked together, must have been the weapon she used to hit the two little heads.

"I seemed to hear someone saying bad things about me." Hermione pursed her lips and made a disapproving expression.

"Harry said that, why did you hit me?" Harry couldn't believe that his best friend would betray him over such a small matter.

So he had to apologize, "Sorry, Hermione. I didn't realize you were listening."

"Oh!"

Harry's head was punished by the Queen again.

"Even if I'm not here, you can't tell!" In addition to the heavy blow of knowledge, Hermione also added a disdainful eye roll, then she took out her wand, pointed at Harry's clothes and said, "Quickly wash it dry."

Harry's Quidditch training suit, which was covered with morning dew, immediately became dry.

"Thank you, Hermione. I feel much better." See, the Gryffindor Cannon Queen is different. Harry even had to thank me after getting beaten.

"I remember Filch said that magic is not allowed in the corridor." Ron looked around and said in a low voice.

Then he also got a cold eye.

"If you had enough brains, you would know that we are in the auditorium now."

Hermione glanced at the Slytherin table, leaned over and whispered, "I have news for you. Ivy will play in the next match against Slytherin."

"Ivy?" Harry asked, eyes wide. "What position is he going to play? Could it be..."

"He's the Seeker." Hermione continued to share the news she had heard. "Compared to the Slytherin trolls, the 144-year-old Ivy is undoubtedly much shorter, but you must not underestimate him because of this."

"No." Harry's mouth was dry. "You don't understand Quidditch."

Although Harry had only been playing for half a year, he was already a mature Seeker.

"For a seeker, flexibility and speed are important, but physique is also a factor that cannot be ignored. Last time, I was almost pushed off the broom by the Slytherin seeker. Besides, I have the Nimbus 2000, so I can definitely beat him in speed!" Harry suddenly became confident. As long as they caught the Golden Snitch before Ivy, Gryffindor would undoubtedly win this year's Quidditch Cup, which would give them great hope for the final house cup.

"About brooms. I was about to talk about that next." Hermione was not as happy as Ron. "It is said that Ivy met the founder of the Nimbus Company during the Christmas holidays. Maybe he got a Nimbus 2000."

"Really? This news is so important!" Ron couldn't help but shouting, attracting everyone's attention at the long table. Then Ron quickly slumped down from the stool, and everyone could only see his forehead, which was as red as his hair.

Hermione gave him a dissatisfied look and continued, "I heard it from the Slytherin table when I went to ask Ivy a question. Malfoy was showing off loudly to his followers."

"Maybe it's fake." Ron immediately jumped out from under the long table when he heard the word "Malfoy". "That guy always likes to brag."

"Oh - bad." Harry muttered, staring at the sky over the long table. Several owls were working together to deliver a tightly wrapped package. "Maybe what Malfoy said is true..."

"Is it a broom?" Ron was very familiar with the style of the package; he had helped unpack Harry's Nimbus 2000.

"Wait! Why are there more?" Hermione pointed at the window where the owl flew in. Identical packages were being delivered one after another by the owl. Harry heard Hermione count, "One, two, three, four, five, six! Including the one at the front, there are a total of seven packages? Did Ivy buy new brooms for the entire Quidditch team?"

By the time all the packages were thrown over the Slytherin table (someone caught them with a levitation spell, saving the Slytherins' breakfast), the whole hall was in an uproar.

"It's over!" Harry didn't know his voice could be so desperate, "Our last advantage is gone."

(End of this chapter)