Hogwarts: Nagini captured at the start

Chapter 51 The Old Bat Makes Up School Rules

"I specially reserved eight different fruit flavored macarons, Robin, want to come with me?"

Lavender jumped up and down excitedly, extending the invitation.

Robin subtly used his strength to pull away Lavender's hand from his neck. "Uh, Miss Brown, you don't need to thank me too much. Even if it were Filch who was in danger, I would cast a spell to help."

Lavender Brown is a beautiful, hot, and lively young girl.

Argus Filch, a hunched-over, balding, and stubborn old man with bulging eyes, was an unpleasant sight.

Comparing the two is tantamount to rubbing Lavender's self-esteem in the ground.

Sure enough, Lavender, who had taken a half-step back, changed his expression from gratitude to anger. "Ron, do you want some macarons?"

"Uh, I want to eat a chicken leg, not a macaron that's too sweet."

No, you want to.

Lavender dragged Ron onto the sofa, forcibly pried open his mouth, picked up a pink and white macaron with filling, and stuffed it into his mouth. Before the first one could be chewed and swallowed, she started stuffing in the second one.

"Robin, at first I didn't understand why you mentioned Filch, but now I think I understand."

"Are you going to rescue Ron?"

Seeing Lavender's "brutality," Harry felt a pain in his cheek. "No, I want to go back to my dorm and change my clothes."

"We have a tacit understanding; that's what I think too."

Under Ron's horrified and shocked gaze, the two figures disappeared through the gate of the boys' dormitory.

So, at this Halloween Eve party, Ron didn't get to eat the feast he'd been looking forward to. Instead, he was forced to eat a whole box of macarons. He brushed his teeth five times, but he still couldn't get rid of the cloying sweetness.

At night, when he unconsciously hiccups in his sleep, the air that comes out of his hiccups has a fruity smell.

belch!

Robin: →_→ Here we go again. Luckily, I was quick-witted and played Argus Filch as my protector in time, otherwise, I would have been the one burping with a fruity taste. By the way, will the troll's injuries affect his intelligence?

After confirming that his two roommates were sound asleep, Luo Bin's consciousness entered his sea of ​​consciousness. He glanced at the giant Rubik's Cube for a while and found the mountain giant lying dead in a purple square.

As he thought, the purple square slowly floated over. He reached out and poked the giant totem, carefully reading the contents of the light screen emitted by the totem.

[

Name: None

Species: Mountain Giant

Grade: A

Personality: Prefers raw meat, dull-witted, irritable and easily angered.

Physical condition: Weakness, fractured skull, subcutaneous hemorrhage in the scalp (treatment duration: 4 months)

Skill: Earth Collapse (Stomps the ground 3 times, creating a powerful shockwave within a 5-meter radius, disrupting the enemy's balance and attack speed)

Giant Club Swing (Grip the wooden club tightly, and use this skill to increase the swing power by 10 times)

Uprooting mountains and lifting cauldrons (capable of lifting objects more than three times one's own weight)

Magic Power: 3500

Combat strength: 1000

]

Tsk, the troll's skills are all physical attacks!

However, the giant batting skill is quite useful. According to Wood, the Saturday of the second week of November is the day to assess the training, and this skill can be used to hit the running ball.

But this is contingent on substitute players being able to play in the air.

After naming the mountain giant "Big Fool," Robin withdrew his consciousness from his sea of ​​consciousness and, accompanied by Ron's hiccups, slowly drifted into a dream.

After November arrived at Hogwarts, the weather turned against them, with light snow every three days and heavy snow every five days.

Even on a sunny day, the thick ice on Black Lake will not melt, and the mountains surrounding the school are always shrouded in a gray, gloomy fog.

Every morning, Hagrid, wearing a mole fur coat, would take a large bamboo broom and sweep the snow off the field and broom shed.

Despite the weather, team captain Oliver Wood not only refused to give the players a break, but also increased the training schedule from three times a week to five times a week. He truly deserves to be called the number one Quidditch player when it comes to intense competition.

Wood wanted to keep the news of the new recruits a secret from the team, but secrets don't stay hidden forever. Although no one had actually seen Robin and Harry play Quidditch, they secretly bet on who would fall off the broom first and split their backside in three pieces.

In response, Luo Bin said, "Has the world gone mad? Why is everyone so obsessed with butts?"

During this time, Harry remarked more than once that he would never have been able to complete so much homework without Hermione's help.

Of course, the homework assigned by the professors, such as writing poems, memorizing the history of magic, copying spells, and recording snake herbs, was a piece of cake for Robin, who had been swimming in the sea of ​​suffering for 16 years.

Time flew by, and it was the day before the Quidditch match.

There were no classes this afternoon. After lunch, Hermione, carrying a large cloth bag, led the three of them into the yard.

"Guess what's inside?" Hermione asked, shaking the cloth bag.

Luo Bin casually stuffed the handwritten copy into his sleeve. "A bottle, a glass bottle containing blue flames."

"Luo Bin, you..."

Hermione, dejected like a punctured balloon, pulled four jars from her cloth bag. Just as Robin had said, the jars contained flames.

"I learned this from a notebook in the library. Come on, let's stand in a circle, with our backs to the fire to keep warm, and also cheer on the two players."

"No, it's one. I'm a substitute player. Unless there are special circumstances, I'll stay on the bench until the end of the game."

"Even though you're a substitute, you haven't missed a single training session. Shouldn't we cheer you on?"

As Hermione spoke, she unleashed a bright flame and pulled Robin to stand with his back to the flame to warm himself. Harry and Ron exchanged a glance and did the same.

The four of them sat by the fire, chatting about interesting things that had happened recently.

For example, Seamus went ice skating on the Black Lake and fell flat on his face; Neville's toad, Rafer, hopped into the basement and made a mess of the cupboard with toad droppings; Fred and George threw snowballs at Quirrell, scaring Quirrell so much that he covered his head with his turban and ran into the castle.

As they were talking, a sudden gust of cold wind swept up from their side, whipping up the snow on the ground and blinding the four of them.

When the cold wind stopped, the fine, sandy snow fell back to the ground, and Robin was surprised to find an old bat in a black robe walking towards him.

"Hermione, is there a rule in the school rules that students are not allowed to light fires for warmth?" Harry asked nervously.

"No, but whether Professor Snape actually had this rule in mind is another matter."

As Hermione spoke, she pulled the three of them back, trying to use her body to block the flames.

Unfortunately, Snape did not change his route. His leg seemed to be seriously injured, and he walked with a limp. He stopped next to the four people, his cold and empty eyes scanning them back and forth.

"Potter, what are you holding?" Snape said coldly.

"Professor, it's 'The Amazing Quidditch'," Harry said, gripping the book tightly.

"Potter, don't you know that books from the library aren't allowed to be taken out of the castle? Because of your ignorance, Gryffindor has lost 5 points. Give it to me!"

Luo Bin: →_→, Old Bat, it has to be you again. You even resorted to making up school rules to win the Academy Cup.

(End of this chapter)