People are in Hogwarts, and werewolves block the door at the beginning.

Baqir began to doubt his memory.

His memory of his past life was not in the form of high-definition images.

Did Draco Malfoy join the school team in his first year?

Or is it a movie adaptation?

Or, the duel between Harry and Malfoy was allowed by Madam Hooch to become a formal Slytherin vs. Gryffindor match.

Attracted the attention of Snape and Flint?

That's not right. Snape doesn't like Quidditch and doesn't take it seriously at all.

Bagir was a little confused now.

Suddenly, a large group of Slytherin students came over here.

Judging from the direction, they were just outside the castle.

Leading the group was Malfoy, and a muscular man who looked like his brain was also muscle.

It's really amazing that Malfoy can use curses well in his first year.

But it shouldn’t be that serious.

Baqir was speechless.

He coughed softly and tightened his grip on his wand.

Then they were seen walking towards Harry.

"You're crazy! You're not looking for me?"

Looking at the pre-made blue and almost purple Draco echo in my mind.

Baqir was speechless.

If Harry had a system, would his Draco echo be directly gold?

"Well, well, you are Harry Potter, right?" The troll Flint was the first to taunt, "Thank you for giving us such a good seeker."

"While you were talking to Silly Wood, our new player, Draco Malfoy, was training, adjusting his grip."

"You should understand. Before the adjustment, you were evenly matched. After the adjustment, humph!"

The Slytherin students at the back sneered in unison.

"Hehehe, hahaha, hehehe, hahaha."

"Harry Potter." Malfoy pronounced Harry's name slowly and rhythmically, as if he was pronouncing the name of a lover.

That Basil's magic is silent and wandless, even some senior students can't do it.

Even, maybe, his father...

Now, let’s start with this scar!!!

"When the official competition starts, you'll know who is the best Seeker!"

At this moment, Fred and George Weasley entered the dining room. When they saw Harry surrounded, they hurried over.

Supporting the table with one hand, he jumped in front of Harry in a cool posture, one on the left and one on the right.

The two men came close together, tightly and Flint was almost sticking to everything.

Overflowing with passion!

"Get away from me! Stay away from our new player!"

"Marcus Flint, is that all your troll brain has got to do?"

Flint smiled coldly and sniffed the top of Fred's head. "A first-year student? We are afraid of him? Ours is better!"

Hermione covered her eyes, leaving a large gap: "Is that Flint a pervert?"

Baqir: "Don't look at him. He was just insulting Fred's height with his movements."

I would like to thank the students who write "Food Captives" for their monthly tickets and other students for their recommendations and follow-up reading!

(End of this chapter)

Chapter 40: Voldemort's Teaching

Although Gryffindor is not as united as Hufflepuff, all the internal grudges will be forgotten when facing Slytherin.

Soon, a crowd gathered.

Then came the shouting and cursing.

Unlike Ron who is a little bit over the top.

Basil and Hermione were not infected by the atmosphere.

Hermione thought that house scores were more important.

And Bagel.

His expressions are wonderful.

Just now, he clearly saw several Hufflepuffs and Ravenclaws hiding in the crowd.

Quietly add fuel to the fire.

Hufflepuff, who added fuel to the fire, may act roughly, but they are the largest and most united house.

With the cover of other Hufflepuff students, even if someone noticed something was wrong, they would not be able to find the target.

The Ravenclaw who fanned the flames acted very carefully.

While almost everyone thought they were nerds, some of them pretended to mutter to themselves and were thinking deeply; some held a book without looking at the road; some held a peeled potato and observed carefully.

It was just that they all happened to pass by, among the Slytherin and Gryffindor crowds.

'Accidentally' stepping on someone's foot, hitting someone's head, etc.

Meanwhile, Snape hid in the shadows in the corner, like a giant bat.

Always be prepared to lose points for taking sides.

Is it really so dark for a useless college cup?

Bajir felt that his three views were about to explode.

No wonder Gryffindor has never won the house cup even though all the high-quality students are in Gryffindor.

It wasn't just Snape who was causing trouble.

And Hufflepuff and Ravenclaw.

They certainly didn't want Slytherin to be on top, but they also didn't want Gryffindor to get too many points.

In the end, the fight did not break out.

Flint may be mean, but he seems to want to beat Gryffindor at Quidditch even more.

They also hope to promote how excellent their first-year players are.

Therefore, under the restraint of the elder brothers, the other big and strong Slytherins also stopped their actions.

"Hey! Bagel, you noticed it too." Percy suddenly appeared behind him at some point.

Baqir nodded.

Percy: "Are you surprised?"

"Yes," Basil signaled Hermione with his eyes to stop talking, and then said, "I don't understand. From my observation, isn't Slytherin the public enemy of the whole school? As long as Slytherin doesn't win the house cup, it's fine. But today?"

Percy laughed, "This is also targeting Slytherin. Didn't you notice that they were targeting Slytherin students? If a fight really breaks out, they will join in in their own house style, so that even Snape can't take sides." He sighed, "Unfortunately, the last time such a big showdown happened was two years ago. The protagonists at that time were Fred and George. They had just entered school."

"What a pity?" Hermione began to doubt her ears.

She had thought Percy was on her side.

Just one night passed and the next day arrived.

Almost all students and portraits knew that Slytherin and Gryffindor had the two youngest Seekers.

For a while, all the topics in the castle revolved around this.

But no one doubted that Wood and Flint were crazy.

All the students who witnessed Harry and Malfoy competing in the sky during the flying class were full of praise for their skills.

Their technique was excellent, and the fact that Draco Malfoy used the female sitting position spread throughout Hogwarts.

Even Rita Skeeter got in on the fun and published an article about it in the Daily Prophet.

But Bagir didn't have time to care about this.

He was humbly seeking advice from the young version of Voldemort who was in the Slytherin Chamber of Secrets.

The summoning card [Horcrux·Sealed Diary] summons a youthful version of Voldemort, although there is only one eye-catching talent suffix [Dark Magic Mastery·Strong] on the data panel.

But there is a prerequisite.

His system is the actualization of the pig farm game.

The Pig Farm game is very attentive in terms of clothing and various krypton gold channels.

But its data panel is relatively simple.

The player's magic resistance, physical defense, agility, strength, constitution, etc. are all covered by a health value.

Moreover, there is no more vivid description of the wizard's magical skills.

Therefore, even though the young version of Voldemort has the same magical skills and combat experience as the seventeen-year-old Voldemort.

Judging from the data alone, there is no difference between him and other outstanding students of the same grade.

It would be nice if the black magic level and transfiguration level could be marked.

Bajir couldn't help but sigh again.

In the Chamber of Secrets, Riddle, using a worn-out wand found in the Room of Requirement, demonstrated some extremely impressive fighting skills.

One spell leads to another spell.

The previous spell must enhance and pave the way for the next spell.

The magic wand seemed to aim automatically, destroying the tables and chairs that Bagel suddenly moved into the secret room one by one.

Even more powerful is Riddle's killing curse.

He didn't even look when faced with the Killing Curse when Basil summoned the Boggart version of Voldemort.

He closed his eyes, and the wand spun automatically in his palm until it found the green light.

Even brighter, the Killing Curse, accompanied by the sound of an unknown monster cutting through the air, shot out from the tip of the worn hawthorn wand.

The Boggart version of Voldemort's Killing Curse was defeated.

Including himself.

In the end, all that was left were broken benches and table legs all over the floor.

There's no way around it. The practice ground is counted as part of the [Duel Component], so I can only go through with the school.

Just think of it as the interest from him giving the Hogwarts Castle to the school for use.

Afterwards, Riddle explained this.

"My Lord. There are three ways to cast spells."

"I'm not referring to magic and 'magic' here. Rather, it's the three ways that the wand and [magic book] bring."

"For spells cast from a simple [Grim Reaper], if you don't use your spiritual power to guide them, their performance will only be the description on the panel."

"The Stunning Spell can only stun, and the Killing Spell can only kill. No matter how much magic you 'consume', the damage you cause is just extra damage. It's just that the force is so strong that bricks can be thrown. The power of the spell itself has not changed."

"But on the other hand, you don't need to chant any mantras. You can just think about it and you don't need to expend any mental or physical energy to 'punch'."

"And using a wand. That's traditional wizarding magic. When you're unfamiliar with it, you need to concentrate and spend all your energy."

"But you haven't really combined them. When you use the wand and the [magic book] at the same time, you are just enjoying the benefits of both."

"In fact, you should have noticed that the card level in the [Magic Book] is not even level 2 yet."