From Hogwarts to Strixhaven.

Chapter 78 The Turmoil Caused by Nimbus 2001

As the owls flew over the Slytherin table on their broomsticks, Ivy was trying to lure the big cat Howling Flame with a fried fish.

For the Art Elemental Statue, which is a constructed life form, although it no longer has to worry about excretion, it also means that the freeze-dried food and cat strips that ordinary cats like to eat are ineffective for it.

If Ivy wants to pet the big cat without using magic, he must enhance his physical attributes.

So much so that for a moment, he even wanted to learn from the well-known white-robed wizard and use the flash magic to swing the sword.

Fortunately, the Grimoire of Destruction gave him unlimited possibilities. As long as he continued to grow, Ivy would become a super bucket man one day.

Not only the students filling the hall noticed the broomsticks above the Slytherin table, but also the professors sitting at the teachers' table.

"Severus." Professor McGonagall's face was not looking good, because she keenly predicted that Gryffindor might suffer another crushing defeat, and perhaps Gryffindor would not be able to win the Quidditch Cup this year. "I hope you noticed the commotion in the hall. To be exact, it happened at the Slytherin table."

Snape, who had already learned the origin of Nimbus 2001 from Lucius Malfoy's letter, reluctantly raised his head from the beans stewed in gravy.

"Thank you for the reminder, Minerva," Snape said, trying to sound as if he had suddenly realized something, and then he stood up from the staff table and flew across the Great Hall like a bat.

"Mr. Doom." He came to Ivy and stared at the Howling Flame on the dining table. "I'm afraid the pet cats allowed by the school do not include magical animals with magical powers."

"Oh, Professor." Ivy looked back at him and reached out to knock on Xiaoyan's head, making a tinkling sound. "It's made of ceramic. Strictly speaking, it's not a magical beast."

Snape stared at Ivy's face for more than ten seconds without blinking, which made people worry about his dry eyes.

"Mr. Malfoy has written to explain the situation to me, but that does not mean that I allow you to disrupt the dining order in the Great Hall."

Ivy was sure that there was no clause regarding "dining order" in the school rules, so it must have been made up by Snape.

"Okay," Ivy held the big cat in his arms, and the cat waved its claws at Snape demonstratively, "I'll get this done soon."

"Flint!" Ivy called out to Troll No. 1, who grunted across the long table, knocking down a group of students.

"Professor, sir." Troll No. 1 had received a good education in etiquette. If silly Barnabas had had this skill, he would not have been hung outside the Room of Requirement for hundreds of years.

Ivy directed seven broom packages to fly over and lined them up next to him: "Inside are your new brooms, but you can't open them until you return to the dormitory."

Flint smiled foolishly and hugged all the broom packages.

Ivy spread his hands towards Snape, meaning "all done".

The latter said nothing (perhaps nodded imperceptibly?), turned and walked towards the long table of faculty and staff.

Seeing Snape leave, Troll No. 2000 asked excitedly, "Is that Nimbus , sir?"

Ivy shook his head. "Nimbus 2001."

"What? Nimbus 2001!"

Now even the ghosts in the cellar below the hall knew about it, and Snape, who had not yet walked far, immediately stared at Troll No. 1 with a terrifying look. Flint immediately realized that he had caused trouble, and rushed out of the hall with a broom without looking back.

Although the instigator had left, the whole auditorium was still boiling with excitement. All the students were talking about Nimbus 2001.

"I can't believe that the Nimbus Company would launch the Nimbus 2001 so early this year. We haven't even had a full year's supply of Nimbus 2000 yet!" Even on Quidditch match day, Harry could still hear Gryffindor students complaining like this. He agreed with what they said in his heart, because he was the one who was about to compete against the seven Nimbus 2001s.

The stands were packed with people, all wearing clothes of different colors to represent the teams they supported. Harry didn't dare to look at the Gryffindor formation, because he knew he was about to bring them a defeat. He lowered his head and walked into the locker room under the stands.

The atmosphere in the Gryffindor players' locker room was extremely depressing. Even the Weasley twins, who always managed to put smiles on other people's faces, were silent at this moment, not to mention the captain Wood, who had his head down and no one knew what he was thinking about.

Harry felt like he should say something encouraging, but when he thought of the seven newest broomsticks, he was speechless.

Time passed by minute by minute, and soon it was time for the game. Harry's heart rose to his throat little by little.

"I don't know what to say..." Harry heard himself say this. Everyone in the locker room looked at him. The feeling suffocated him. "I only joined Hogwarts half a year ago... I just learned how to play Quidditch not long ago... I haven't even learned a few spells..."

It was either George or Fred who chuckled in a good-natured way, and Harry suddenly felt less nervous.

"But I like it here, the hearty breakfast, interesting classmates, the magical magic, and of course you, my teammates. Everything in the wizarding world makes me yearn for it. I feel at ease here, just like home, and my classmates are like family to me -" Harry paused and added, "maybe except Malfoy..."

Now everyone in the locker room was smiling and the atmosphere became lively.

Right, that is it.

Say something more, Harry told himself.

"The other party does have seven Nimbus 2001s..."

Harry was horrified to see that the smiles on everyone's faces had froze.

Why am I mentioning this? Harry wanted to punch himself.

"Maybe we will lose today..." Harry felt his stomach and intestines entangled together, as if in a wrestling duel.

"…but we're Gryffindors!"

There were sparse applause in the locker room, but more of them were relaxed smiles. Harry saw that everyone's face looked a lot more relaxed.

"Your speech was terrible." Wood patted Harry's shoulder with such force that it seemed as if he was going to nail Harry into the ground. "But you are right, we are Gryffindor, and we will never admit defeat!"

A small cheer broke out in the locker room, and everyone walked onto the field with a feeling of certain death.

Madam Hooch and the Slytherin Quidditch players were already waiting there, and Harry watched as the two captains put their hands together and shook them with such force that it seemed as if they were going to crush each other.

"On your marks! Get ready!" Madam Hooch shouted, then she took out a silver whistle and blew the whistle to start the game.

(End of this chapter)