A magical journey that begins at Hogwarts

“Wait a moment,” Wood said again. “Granger can’t leave yet.”

"Why is that?" Ron asked, puzzled.

Wood glanced at Aaron and Hermione standing to the side and said with difficulty, "The situation on the ground could turn into eight against eight at any moment."

Ron: ......

"What do you mean? Are you saying I'm not as good as Hermione?"

"Hahaha...

"Weasley, I've suddenly realized you've gotten smarter," Draco teased. "It's not easy to realize that!"

“You…” Ron glared at him angrily, then inadvertently noticed Colin not far away, and the corners of his mouth immediately turned up. “Gryffindor isn’t without outside help; we still have an advantage.”

Upon hearing this, not only Draco, but the rest of the Slytherin team burst into laughter.

“Weasley, I take back what I just said,” Draco said. “You don’t actually think the two of you combined can beat Aaron, do you?”

By the way, your wand is also a problem. Are you sure it won't hold Granger back?

"Enough." Aaron glared at Draco. "Don't stir things up now."

Draco shrugged and awkwardly shut his mouth; he still had to give Aaron face.

"I understand the situation roughly; Slytherin was in the wrong."

As soon as he finished speaking, the atmosphere seemed to freeze; no one had expected him to say that.

Marcus paused for a moment, then frowned and said, "Don't forget who you are. You're a Slytherin."

"Slytherins have to be reasonable too!" Aaron said speechlessly. "I don't think Professor Snape knows that Gryffindor has booked the whole event today!"

That special order only instructed unauthorized personnel on the field to make way for the Slytherin team, not to allow you to take over Gryffindor's field usage rights.

Marcus frowned, said nothing, and just looked at Aaron with annoyance.

"Don't look at me like that. If you're not convinced, we can have a one-on-one fight. You can choose the method."

Whether it's magic, close combat, or Quidditch, even though I haven't practiced for a year, I still have some confidence.

Upon hearing this, Marcus immediately turned his face away. He dared not duel with this ruthless man, because even if he won, he would definitely not fare well.

“There are still some reasonable people in Slytherin.” Wood nodded in satisfaction, then looked at the Slytherin team provocatively. “Can you leave now?”

“I’m afraid that won’t work.” Aaron gave Wood an apologetic look and said seriously, “I’m sorry, we still can’t give you the Quidditch pitch today.”

Chapter 150 Being a middleman isn't easy

"Why?" Wood said in a deep voice, "Give me a reason."

"First, Slytherin needs to train new Seekers."

"Draco's my friend, I have no reason not to support him. Besides..." Aaron pointed to the approval slip in Marcus's hand, "The special order has already been issued. If we give up the stadium, where will Professor Snape put his face?"

As soon as the words were spoken, the previously demoralized Slytherin team regained their fighting spirit and resumed their confrontation with the Gryffindor team.

What's at stake now isn't just the sports field, but the reputation of both colleges.

Hermione tugged at Aaron's sleeve and gave him a reproachful look: I asked you to come and break up the fight, but are you afraid they won't start fighting?

Aaron shrugged. That was why he didn't want to come; being a middleman was usually very difficult.

“I was so naive to think Slytherins would be reasonable.” Wood shook his head speechlessly, then looked at Ron after calming down, “Go find Professor McGonagall.”

“Draco,” Marcus retorted, “we’ll talk about training later. Let’s go find Professor Snape.”

“We’re in the right this time,” Wood said. “Did you call Professor Snape over to embarrass him?”

"Gryffindor booked the whole place?" Marcus feigned ignorance. "Sorry, I've been under a lot of academic pressure lately, I probably forgot."

"You're shameless!" George said dismissively.

Fred nodded in agreement. "That's how Slytherin always is."

Draco and Ron looked at each other, standing still without making a move.

They weren't fools; they knew perfectly well that calling the professor over would escalate the situation.

Two people with a very bad relationship unexpectedly reached a tacit understanding at this moment: if the enemy doesn't move, I won't move either; as long as you stay put, I won't bother the dean of the academy.

“Gentlemen, instead of standing here in such a tense atmosphere, why don’t we sit down and talk calmly?” Aaron suggested. “We can resolve this issue peacefully.”

“Sure!” Wood smiled knowingly. “You guys leave here and train your Seekers at another time.”

“I have given special orders. This concerns Professor Snape’s reputation, and Slytherin will not allow it.”

“We Gryffindors won’t give in either,” Harry said, and the other Gryffindors members also looked indignant.

They were woken up by Wood before dawn and then listened to him talk about tactics for several hours while they were still half asleep.

If we hadn't won the game today, something similar might have happened again, and no one could have handled that!

Compared to Gryffindor, Slytherin members are slightly less patient, and several have already taken out their wands at Marcus's prompting.

Suddenly, a sharp white light flashed between the two teams, leaving a shallow scratch on the lawn.

"Can I have a word with you first?" Aaron waved his black wand. "I was called here to mediate. She'll be unhappy if you continue like this, so please give me some face."

Marcus and Wood exchanged a glance, then each pressed their hands down to calm the team members down.

Aaron looked at the Slytherin team and said, "Some of you should probably stop your dirty tricks. If a fight breaks out, things will get complicated."

Derian and Miles hesitated for a moment before releasing their hands from the wands.

“You…” Hermione and Ron stared at them in astonishment, “That’s too much.”

"Don't rush into anything," Aaron stopped the two, giving George and Fred a meaningful look. "And please calm down as well."

The Weasley brothers exchanged glances and then took their hands out of their pockets.

Hermione and Ron were speechless for a moment. They could have criticized Slytherin for their lack of sportsmanship and their attempt to launch a sneak attack from an outsider's perspective, but now they really didn't have the nerve to do so.

"As expected of the Weasleys!" Draco said dismissively.

Aaron rolled his eyes at him and walked between the two groups. "I think we should still respect Professor Snape, but what happened today was indeed a bit unfair to Slytherin."

Therefore, I suggest that the two teams exchange stadium usage rights once.

Today the training field is for Slytherin; next time Gryffindor can take over Slytherin's training time.

Upon hearing this, Wood pondered for a moment and nodded. "If this is your sincerity, I can accept it, but I'm afraid my teammates behind me cannot."

I woke them up really early this morning. They hadn't slept well, and they hadn't even had time for breakfast.

"Don't push your luck," Marcus said sternly. "Just because you're not satisfied doesn't mean we are."

Professor Snape's special order only allowed for a one-way exchange of stadium rights.

"Captain Marcus, could you please refrain from speaking for a moment?"

Aaron could guess what the Slytherin captain was thinking; he simply wanted to show off his new gear.

Choosing the day when Gryffindor has booked the stadium, and then using Snape's special order, can greatly demoralize the opposing team.

The methods used were hardly honorable, but they were effective.

When the Gryffindor team saw the seven Nimbus 2001s, their eyes nearly popped out of their sockets. After all, their best equipment was only Seeker Harry's Nimbus 2000, not to mention the rest of the team.

The equipment is simply a game-changer; it would take a lot of effort to make up for it with sheer strength.

Aaron turned to Wood and said, “I know the Gryffindor team has had a tough time, but they’re not in great shape right now, so you can imagine how ineffective their training has been.”

I suggest you go back and revise your training plan. After all, Slytherin has new equipment, hasn't they?"

Upon hearing this, Wood glanced at the Nimbus 2001 in Flint's hand with a complicated expression, and hesitated for a moment.

Aaron was right, but he was still somewhat unwilling to accept it.

"Alright then! On behalf of Slytherin, I will offer Gryffindor some compensation, and we'll call it even."

The Gryffindor team looked at each other, their eyes meeting briefly before the decision was handed over to their captain.

Wood was silent for a moment. "Tell me first, what kind of compensation can you give us?"

Aaron smiled meaningfully, reached into his pocket, and pulled out a dark red sphere. "I think this should be enough?"

"A Quaffle?" Harry said in surprise. "But something looks a little different."

“Of course it’s different.” Wood’s eyes lit up, and he was so excited that he could hardly speak. “I read about it in a book. This was the first limited edition that a Quidditch manufacturer made in 1975.”

George swallowed hard, his brain starting to work at lightning speed.

"If this thing were put up for auction, it might be able to get one of our Seekers a Nimbus 2001."

"Then we can sell Harry's Nimbus 2000 along with our old brooms, and maybe we can get a new set of equipment."

"Sell it?" Wood glared at George. "Say that again?"

“Sorry, Wood,” George chuckled awkwardly, “this thing is definitely in the exhibition hall.”

“We are quite satisfied with this compensation.” Wood quickly took the Quaffle, afraid that Aaron might change his mind, and then led the Gryffindor team off the field.

"Aaron, is that Quake ball very valuable?" Hermione asked, frowning.

“Rare?” Draco said unhappily. “Granger, you should know what it means to have something that’s priceless and unavailable!”

"You can't even buy it if you want to?" Ron said.

“Not too stupid,” Draco scoffed. “If the Weasleys ever run out of money, maybe they could talk to the Gryffindor team about selling that Quaffle. That would definitely solve their immediate problem.”

"What do you mean?"

"Literally, that's the absolute truth."

"Alright," Aaron rolled his eyes. "Go train if you need to!"

Marcus hesitated slightly. "Actually, you don't need to meddle. I have my own plans."

"Your plan is to expose Slytherin's trump card to the enemy in advance?" Aaron sneered. "Captain Marcus, I have to admit that as captain, your vision is somewhat short-sighted."

"If I were you, I would have brought out these Nimbus 2001s a few days before the Quidditch season started; the effect would have been several times better than it is now."

Marcus's expression darkened slightly. "I..."

"No need for explanations. No matter what reasons you give, it won't change the facts."