A magical journey that begins at Hogwarts

The rest of the Gryffindor team also flew over to support their captain, after all, they couldn't afford to lose face even if they lost.

Aaron slapped his forehead. "I knew this would happen."

“Something’s not right. Let’s go check it out,” Ron said, and then walked down the platform.

Besides Harry, the Gryffindor team also includes his two older brothers, so it's impossible not to worry.

Hermione followed, but soon turned back and looked at Aaron, who hadn't moved an inch, saying, "You come with us too."

"I don't want to get involved."

This is a dispute between the college teams; they won't fight.

“Look at how tense they are,” Hermione said irritably. “You probably don’t even believe it yourself.”

"Then we definitely can't go; there's a risk of friendly fire if a fight breaks out."

"Both Quidditch teams are made up of upperclassmen, except for the Seeker. We'd be at a disadvantage if we went," Arendt said matter-of-factly, but seeing Hermione's angry expression, he sighed helplessly. "It's not that I can't go, but who should I help if I go?"

Hermione paused for a moment; she hadn't considered that.

If a conflict were to break out, they would definitely side with Gryffindor, but Aaron is a Slytherin, so he's more likely to side with the Slytherin team.

"I've figured it out." Aaron smiled meaningfully. "I advise you not to go down and join the fun."

It would be best if the two college teams could resolve things peacefully, but if they were to come to blows, things would get really messy.

Professors McGonagall and Snape won't ignore this, and neither side will benefit from it. The side with more people might even be in the more wrong.

It's not nice to say that the majority is bullying the minority!

Besides, I don't think even with the two of you added, we still might not be able to beat the Slytherin team.

call!call!call!

Hermione calmed down and took several deep breaths, then grabbed Aaron's arm and tried to pull him onto the court, saying, "Come with me."

Aaron was stunned for a moment before he came to his senses and gripped the railing tightly. "Wasn't my explanation clear enough?"

“I understand, but we can’t just stand by and watch,” Hermione said earnestly. “And you definitely have a way to resolve this conflict.”

"Don't overestimate me," Aaron said, clearly resistant. "I'm just an ordinary second-year wizard."

“If you’re just ordinary, then there’s no one special in the wizarding world.” Hermione pulled even harder. “You were the previous Seeker for Slytherin, so Slytherin will give you face, and Gryffindor will also treat you differently.”

If you're willing to mediate, it might not be so troublesome.

Aaron's lips twitched. "Stop joking. You said it yourself, it's just a possibility."

Hermione tried for a few more seconds, but when she couldn't pull Aaron up, she had no choice but to let go of his arm.

Just as Aaron breathed a sigh of relief, Hermione took out her wand.

Gulu!

Aaron swallowed hard. "Are you sure you want to do this?"

Just a friendly reminder, you can't beat me.

"Just tell me, are you going or not?"

"So what if I don't go?" Aaron retorted directly.

"Then I'll go down and tell them you're here too. Guess what the Slytherin team will think?"

Aaron blinked, his expression changing slightly, and said with a wry smile, "You won, okay? I'll go."

"Let's hurry up!" Hermione pulled Aaron along and headed towards the court. "Just make sure they don't start fighting."

Chapter 149 We're in the wrong, but the stadium still can't let us...

"I booked the entire stadium early this morning," Wood said sternly to Marcus Flint. "I booked it all, so our team got up very early this morning."

“I know you’re unhappy, but I have special orders,” Flint said calmly, then took out the approval slip from his pocket.

Wood opened the permit and read it aloud: "I, Professor Severus Snape, hereby grant Slytherin permission to use the field today to train...the new Seeker."

Who is the new Seeker?

The six team members dispersed on their own, and Draco Malfoy walked out from behind, a contemptuous smile on his face.

“Malfoy?” Harry looked at him, his eyes filled with surprise.

"You didn't expect that, did you!" Draco proudly waved the broom in his hand. "Your brooms are outdated."

The Gryffindor team then noticed the Slytherin team's magical brooms—brand new, smooth, and high-end, especially the golden halo at the end of the broom with the number 2001, which was particularly dazzling in the sunlight.

Where did these halos come from?

Ron, who had just arrived, was stunned. His family usually used the old Nimbus series, or even older Sweep series.

It was only when Harry came over during the holidays that they had the chance to experience Nimbus 2000, but even then, they had to take turns riding it.

Now, with seven of the latest Nimbus series swords in front of him, and in the hands of the Slytherin team, it's hard not to feel envious and jealous.

“It was a gift from Draco’s father,” Flint explained. “Compared to these light wheels, your brooms are indeed outdated.”

The Gryffindor team was speechless for a moment, having no reason to refute it.

“Pretty good, right, Weasley?” Draco said. “My dad can handle even the best gear.”

Just then, Hermione pulled Aaron over and, upon hearing this, couldn't help but exclaim, "Gryffindor members aren't selected just by paying money; they're chosen based on real ability."

Draco's face darkened, and he was about to retort when he saw Aaron behind Hermione. He immediately suppressed his anger and sneered, "Who do you think I am? Malfoy wouldn't resort to such petty tricks."

One of the Slytherin players graduated last year, so they needed to take in a new player.

I joined temporarily, and these new light wheels are just a welcome gift.

As for your point about ability, I don't think Harry Potter demonstrated any of that when he joined Gryffindor, unless you count catching that Memory Orb.

Hermione opened her mouth, unsure of what to say; the situation seemed somewhat different from what she had imagined.

Draco didn't join the Academy team through connections; he joined as a substitute, which makes sense.

“At least Gryffindor doesn’t rely on equipment to intimidate people,” Ron said unhappily.

"You'd like to," Draco scoffed, "but do you even have the ability?"

Perhaps I can suggest that you get some gold and sell your old brooms; I think some museums might offer a high price.

As soon as he finished speaking, the Slytherin side burst into mocking laughter.

“You…” Ron angrily took out his patched wand, pointed it at Draco, and said, “You will pay for this.”

"Eat slugs!"

Ron chanted a spell, and a green light appeared at the tip of his wand, but it shot backward.

boom!

Just as the green light was about to strike Ron, a white spell shot out from the side, shattering the spell, but the impact of the explosion also knocked Ron back several steps.

"Don't use such disgusting spells, they're too nasty." Aaron put away his wand and then looked at Ron, whose right hand was trembling slightly, and said, "You're welcome."

One more thing to remind you: if you're not going to change your wand, try not to use it, otherwise you might accidentally hurt yourself.

Ron nodded blankly, he hadn't expected his wand to be damaged to this extent.

He could understand that it sometimes worked and sometimes didn't; he figured he'd eventually succeed if he tried a few more times.

It's not a big deal if the spell isn't very effective; after all, that's just how this wand is.

He really couldn't accept the spell reflecting back. It wasn't a question of whether he could make do with it; it was a question of whether he could withstand the backlash after using it.

“Aaron, you shouldn’t have interfered,” Draco said with some regret. “I wanted to see what it would be like to see Weasley get hit by his own spell.”

"Stop joking, you might not find it disgusting, but I do!" Aaron said speechlessly, then looked at Flint with a friendly expression, "Captain Marcus, can you tell me what's going on?"

When Flint saw Aaron, his arrogance immediately subsided.

He dared not treat Aaron as an ordinary second-year student, because Aaron had achieved the remarkable feat of defeating seven opponents in his first year, meaning that the entire Slytherin team was his defeated foe.

“We want to use the Quidditch pitch, and unfortunately, Gryffindor seems to have the same idea.”

“We’ve booked the whole place,” Wood retorted, not to be outdone. “And we were here first.”

“We’re still a few hours early,” George interjected.

Fred added, "He didn't even have time for breakfast."

“I have a special order.” Flint waved Snape’s approval slip. “I don’t think Oliver would take Professor Snape’s special order lightly!”

Wood clenched his fists so tightly that his bones cracked, clearly indicating that his patience had reached its limit.

Aaron understood this perfectly, since Flint's tone was particularly irritating; he didn't seem to be there to discuss things, but rather to show off.

"So what?" Wood sneered. "Today is Gryffindor's private event, which was agreed upon by the four captains. You agreed to it at the time, but isn't it obvious that you're going back on your word by coming here now?"

"We're not giving up the field today. Even if we take this to Dumbledore, we'll still be in the right."

The Gryffindor players also perked up and stood resolutely behind their captain. After all, it was rare to see Wood stand up for himself, and this time they were indeed in the right.

Flint didn't take it seriously and weighed the approval slip in his hand again. "I have a special order."

"Wait, is that so?" Aaron asked Flint with some displeasure. He had thought it was a misunderstanding, but now it seemed to be premeditated.

Flint paused for a moment, then hesitated before explaining, "The date on this slip is today."

"But that doesn't mean it can take away from our training time!"

"This is Professor Snape's idea; Slytherin wants to train a new Seeker."

“Hey you, go find Professor McGonagall and explain the situation, and get her a special approval slip while you’re at it,” Wood said. “We’re not without the Dean’s backing.”

“Wood, be more careful with your words,” Fred said meaningfully. “I must remind you that Professor McGonagall is the vice-principal.”

“I’ll go find Professor McGonagall right now,” George said excitedly.

"Wait a minute," Wood stopped him and said, "I wasn't talking about you, I was talking about him."

Ron pointed awkwardly to himself. "Me? Why me?"

“It’s seven against seven now. If George leaves, it’ll be six against seven. We’re likely to be at a disadvantage in a fight,” Wood said seriously. “So, it’s up to you, Weasley’s brother.”

“Alright!” Ron took a deep breath. “Hermione, let’s go.”