In the vast Quidditch stadium, there were many people sitting or standing in the auditorium. Some people were holding snacks and drinks, some were holding telescopes, and some were holding support banners - if you take this group of people If the clothes are changed from wizard robes to jeans and T-shirts, it will probably be no different from a football or basketball game, especially since there are some specialties of most football games in the stadium - useless players, useful players The swear words from players and coaches, the screams, cheers and abuse caused by just one ball.
"The Golden Snitch!! The Golden Snitch has passed!"
"Turn around, turn around!!"
"Quickly guard that damn ball!!!"
"Your broom won't fly if it's missing a few branches!"
"Shit! This shot is just shit!"
"Don't be too scared to fly just because you look at the pretty girl. Could you please [beep--] take a look at the goal and the golden snitch!"
——It’s like this every day at the Quidditch training ground of the Bulgarian national team. It’s like an excitement carved out of the same mold.
rkru (r·kru) stood on the edge of the pitch.
As a potential newcomer who has just been spotted and joined the team, such training will certainly not eliminate his place... However, he just strained his leg muscle in the last training, so he can only watch in silence. .
He was tall, strong, muscular, and his facial features were as profound as a plaster statue cut by an artist with a knife. He was full of masculinity and mature, not like a student who was still attending a wizarding school. At the same time, he also has what all geniuses most developed in their student days: an avant-garde and complete way of thinking for the present, rapid learning ability and keen perception, and the ability to get up and fight again even if he falls, without any hesitation. Fear the tenacity of external rhetoric. These things are things that veterans who have been immersed in the court for decades do not have or are numb to. Kru is very good in these aspects, and the coach is very optimistic about him, which is why he entered the national team at a young age.
Even with the use of magic potion, the muscle strain still needs some time to recover. Kru had to sit on the sidelines, watching his teammates train, and from time to time he would glance at the audience - for a person who is full of energy and has the right attitude. For a teenager who loves Quidditch endlessly, taking a break outside the field is really boring.
But not long after, a dispute attracted his attention. He turned his head and saw two boys walking past the auditorium above his head, saying something that Kru could not understand. English.
"We can't watch anymore - [the plane] takes off in an hour!"
Kru heard one of the boys say this.
(Note: The words in brackets are words that kru does not understand.)
They were two boys who were about... eleven or twelve years old. They seemed to be the same age, but they had almost completely different styles. One of them was wearing a Muggle costume, with messy black hair that was a little curly. He wore a pair of round-rimmed glasses, bright green eyes and a face that would have been ugly if he were thinner, making him as cute as a doll. As for the other boy, it was as if he was born to be at odds with him - that boy had short platinum hair that could be said to be almost white, which was in sharp contrast to his companion's black hair. The boy wore a well-made wizard's robe, complete with brooch cuffs and pocket watch. The Bulgarian team's badge was still shining on the corner of his robe.
Although they are both types with exquisite facial features, in terms of clothing and hair color, the gap between the two people is really too big, and it is big enough to be noticeable - it is like a whale with a lion next to it, no matter whether they are quiet or not It will be a bit eye-catching.
As far as Kru was concerned, both boys looked quite unhappy.
"No way - I haven't even finished watching this training match! A training match!" The blond kid simply grabbed the railing of the auditorium and wouldn't let go, looking straight at the players on the court and rescuing them. A ball, "We finally got the tickets!"
"It's useless for you to [pull] there, and it's useless to say this - we agreed when we booked the [ticket], we can't miss the time when we go back today!"
The black-haired boy said angrily. He looked extremely thin, with thin wrists, but his strength was beyond Kru's expectation: he was able to pull his companion away without letting him go, and he didn't seem to have any energy to suck.
"We don't start school until tomorrow! We can [teleport] directly to the car tomorrow!!"
Although I couldn't understand all the sentences, I did understand the word "school starts".
I see, no wonder the black-haired boy dragged his companion away. He couldn't help but nod, and at the same time he sympathized with the boy who was clinging to the railing.
Every kid who loves Quidditch dreads the start of school, unless you make the school team.
The training ground in Bulgaria was extremely warm, it was almost like spring, but Durmstrang was covered in heavy snow all day long. The conditions for Quidditch were quite difficult. Those who were not strong fell down on the field, leaving behind Gods like kru are worshiped by people.
"You are thinking too much." The black-haired boy was obviously smiling, but his words left no room for relaxation at all, "We have to leave now - we made an appointment with your mother to meet, and you forgot ?"
"But--"
"No but-"
"but--"
"No but-"
"I am--"
"No, that's it," the black-haired boy said decisively, and then used a hand knife to chop off his companion's hand on the railing, and dragged him off like a plaster, "otherwise, I will go back alone. , you can fly back alone tomorrow and then take a taxi to King's Cross Station."
This obviously hit the opponent's weakness. Kru saw that the blond boy suddenly lost a bit of momentum, muttered something, lowered his head, and followed the opponent directly without being pulled.
"You've already swept away so many souvenirs, what else are you not satisfied with?"
Kru heard the black-haired boy ask so angrily.
"Do you think the purpose of my coming here is to buy souvenirs?! Am I such a superficial person who [only focuses on superficial things]?"
The other party was obviously shocked, and his voice went up several octaves.
"You also got the autograph of your favorite star." The black-haired boy continued, seemingly not reacting at all to such an accusation.
"But that's not what I wanted personally." The blond boy said, "It's just [old stuff] released by the club——"
"I don't see the difference."
The black-haired boy was almost reading on the stick.
"Oh, of course you can't see - hum, you must make the team this year, and then you will know how great Quidditch is." The blond boy said, "You will fall in love with it."
Then the boy talked endlessly about some of the tactics used in this half-time training match - judging from KRU's level, the boy was obviously a Quidditch fanatic, because his opinions were immature and incomplete. It was in place, but it hit the nail on the head in some places, and the boy cited some examples at his fingertips. The year, occasion and war situation were clearly explained.
But it was obvious that the audience was wrong, and it was useless no matter how much he talked - the black-haired boy seemed to have zipped up his mouth, and had no other answer except oh, really, um.
When the sound gradually became inaudible, Kru realized that he was actually paying attention to the conversation between the two children.
Probably because they looked like fun, he thought.
And when he was resting on the sidelines, he really felt too bored.
………………
Narcissa was wearing a maternity outfit and stood in front of the best Quidditch store in Diagon Alley. The pure black wizard robe of excellent material covered her bulging belly, but she touched the round place from time to time, feeling the warmth and undulations underneath with her palms.
Today is the last day of vacation before the start of school. Students are almost crowded in Diagon Alley. Narcissa's eyes flow from the faces of one student after another, but the child she is waiting for never appears.
I don't know how long it took, but her husband came over from the other side of Diagon Alley, put his arm around her shoulders, and snorted coldly: "Don't look at it, he has already lost his mind outside."
Hearing what her husband said, Narcissa's face inevitably showed a little disappointment, but she still insisted on saying gently: "They always come to buy school supplies."
"Your brother wants to spoil the child rotten," Ci said when his wife's cousin's face began to change. His expression subtly tightened his jaw. If it weren't for the occasion, he even wanted to grind his teeth. Siri took the child away without saying a word. They were sent on a trip, so he couldn't find out anything about his son's whereabouts. "He couldn't wait to buy things and pile them up next to his godson. It's not like the store couldn't deliver them to his door. The bck family would have no shortage of money."
He patted his wife on the shoulder: "Don't wait every day. I remember you said you wanted to make some new robes -"
Narcissa nodded perfunctorily: "Maybe I need to look at some more jewelry - the new robe needs new cuffs and brooches - don't you want to meet Sever? Go quickly, I can buy these by myself."
Ci frowned: "You are not alone now. In such a crowded place... we can mail order those things to the manor."
"Now that I'm out, there's no need to mail order." Narcissa said, turning around, getting rid of her husband's arm, and said warmly: "Go quickly - Sever is not a person who likes to be late."
In fact, Snape hated being late.
Therefore, Narcissa's words successfully impressed CI. He thought about it again and again, and was worried about his wife going shopping alone, but today's conversation was particularly important - Dubledore finally agreed to talk, but sent Snape as a pioneer to the west. No matter from which point of view, ci was very important. This conversation must be taken seriously—at least in terms of attitude.
"Take care of yourself and your children." He kissed his wife on the cheek, and then walked towards the teahouse not far away - Snape and he had an appointment there. We would meet on time at twelve noon. If If he wasn't on time, with CI's knowledge of his old friend, Snape would let him know the consequences.
Narcissa watched him disappear at the door of the store, and then walked towards her destination - not a jewelry store or a clothing store, but Honeydukes, the candy store most popular among little wizards. She held up the hem of her skirt and carefully protected her belly while walking around the children who were running away from the store entrance, and stepped into Honeydukes store that was filled with sweet aroma. As a result, just as she stepped on the floor there, she felt someone. He hit her back all of a sudden and hugged her waist with his arms. At the same time, a voice whispered: "You hit her too hard! God, there is another one in your mother's belly!"
"Shut up, I won't let her get knocked down!" Narcissa heard the voice that was obviously closer to her say.
She turned around in surprise and lifted off the invisibility cloak that covered her son. Sure enough, what was revealed was the little platinum head that she couldn't put down. She immediately hugged her son tightly and kissed his face. : "Merlin——!"
"Mother!"
With a blushing face, he struggled against her chest, "Don't hug me in a place like this - I'm not a child anymore!"
There was a burst of laughter from the side, and it was obvious who was laughing.
"You are not at home during the whole holiday, and you always ask Siri to contact me quietly on the phone when you meet me." Narcissa let go of him and said to him gently but righteously, "And even this time, you are willing to meet with me. But you’re starting school tomorrow – you’re not even going to go home for a night, are you?”
"No, please take him back, Aunt Narcissa," Harry emerged from the tail of the cloak with a smile and clapped his hands, "Please, I want a clean night to sleep well."
"Oh, Harry——" Narcissa smiled, hugged her brother's godson, and kissed his cheek affectionately, "Long time no see, you have grown taller."
"Didn't I grow taller? Mom, why did you praise him first!" said.
Harry smiled and said, "Because I'm taller than you."
He snorted vigorously: "Yes, a little higher - the price is that after a holiday, you will almost become a hemp rod. Those who don't know would think that you have a mouth to eat in vain."
As he spoke, he stretched out his wrist to compare with Harry: "Look, look, it looks like there are only a few layers of skin left on your skeleton!"
"Nonsense," Narcissa said to her son with a smile, "Harry can draw faster than you, and you will do the same when the time comes."
She raised her eyes slightly and saw suitcases behind the two boys. Knowing that they had just gotten off the plane and coming to Diagon Alley, she felt better and stroked their faces slightly: "Are you tired from flying? Have you had lunch?"
"He slept extremely well with a neck pillow," he glanced at Harry with disdain, "and he dared to yell at me that he didn't sleep well after getting off the plane."
"What is a neck pillow?" Narcissa asked with a smile, and then she saw Harry conjuring a soft U-shaped stuffing. If it was a pillow, it did look a bit like it.
"This!" He couldn't wait to grab it and show it to his mother. He put it on Harry's neck and pushed his chin to tilt his head up. "Wear it around your neck and you can sleep casually - without a bed. This is much more comfortable than sleeping on your stomach. Mom, I bought one for you and will give it to you when you get home." After saying that, he couldn't help but stare at his mother's belly, "How old is my sister? Is she good or not?"
"She is very well-behaved." Narcissa stroked the two little heads lovingly, making Harry blush, but she didn't care and said warmly, "I will take you to dinner first - and then we will go to you It’s time to get ready for the start of school, we’re going to hogwarts tomorrow, it’s impossible not to be prepared.”
After saying that, she asked Harry an additional question: "Harry, are you going back to the United States or to Siri?"
His face showed that he still didn't want to go home - thinking about his father's anger, he didn't dare to go home, so she stopped asking.
Harry's face fell when he said this: "Siri wants me to go to his place for lunch when I come back and then go home in the evening."
"Don't worry, he has to listen to me." Narcissa, as Siri's cousin, is very knowledgeable in this regard, "Have you received the book list?"
"My dad sent it to me via email." Harry accepted the result calmly and replied, "Well, let me think about it...I have most of the books, but there is a set of Khart (Gilderoy Lockhart) )’s books need to be bought—speaking of which, are we starting a literature class this year?”
If it weren't for literature classes, Harry would have a hard time imagining that a school would have a long list of adventure novels on its book list.
"No," Narcissa walked forward with the two children, a subtle smile appeared on her lips as she spoke, "He will take up a position at Hogwarts this year - you will know what it is when he gets to Hogwarts. If you guys Come back a few days early, kids, and you'll see the excitement he brings to Diagon Alley."
"ah?"
"He held a book signing in Diagon Alley not long ago, and the ladies at Flourish and Blotts could queue from end to end of the alley," Narcissa said. "This matter was even featured in the Daily Prophet - your classmates are lucky enough to Into the mirror.”
"Which classmate?" After asking, he said, "?"
"Uh-huh." Narcissa said lightly, "Poor kid, it's obvious that he doesn't want to be in the camera. Unfortunately, Mr. Lockhart seems to really like him and took a close photo with him."
Harry: "…………"
He silently sympathized with Neville for ten minutes.
"You particularly like it? I haven't heard of any herbalist named Lockhart?" I doubt the authenticity of this information.
"Celebrities like to drag minor celebrities to gain some fame. This is also a common practice," Narcissa stroked their backs and said casually, "If Harry had come back a few days earlier, he would have had this honor."
Harry couldn't help but shudder.
Then he rolled his eyes, his meaning was obvious - just?
"No need to talk about this," Narcissa said, "Let's go to lunch first - you are all sophomores this year, boys...does anyone want a new broomstick?"
His eyes lit up with a sting - he wanted to take the broom to school so badly! And this year he is finally in second grade! !
………………
Overall, Harry felt that it was a good trip—if he hadn't been surrounded by Quidditch-related things on the day he came back.
Narcissa and Siri are indeed cousins, and they have the same way of doting on their children - they enjoyed lunch together happily, but their husband left the teahouse early, and when he was about to come over, she had to separate from the children, and returned them before they left. She was given a voucher and asked to use the voucher to withdraw money from her account at Gringotts to pay for whatever she liked.
"Siri obviously gave you the latest model of the Nimbus." Harry held a broom that had been forced into his hand and watched in puzzlement as his eyes lit up at a model broom in the window, "And I I said, I won't make the team - I'm not saying Quidditch is bad, but for me, it's such a waste of time."
"It's not up to you." He stared at the concept model of next year's new broom in the window, "I guarantee that as soon as school starts, your senior sisters will come to your door and beg you to join the team."
"Is this something you can ask for?" Harry really wanted to roll his eyes.
"If you were among the lions, I guarantee they would rush you and put you on a broomstick." At this time, he did not forget to laugh at the enemy academy, "Their new Seeker's flight is at least five points worse than yours." level."
This sentence was not meant to flatter others - he had seen Harry flying in flying classes during his free time. The broom in Harry's hands was as obedient as his wings. Harry could fly wherever he wanted, and turn corners as he wanted. It doesn't walk in a straight line. The only shortcomings (in his opinion) are that Harry sits like a girl and flies too slowly.
The shortcoming of being too slow seemed inexplicable to Harry.
"I'm not trying to grab the ball on the court," Harry said. "I don't need to be so fast - don't you think the wind blowing is very comfortable? I feel so comfortable that I want to sleep on the broom."
——Look, this sounds like anyone can take a nap comfortably on a broom.
Just as he was about to retort, he saw Harry turn around in confusion - the corners of his clothes were pulled a few times.
A little girl with light hair stood behind them, tugging at the corner of Harry's clothes. The corners of her mouth were slightly raised, looking very happy. She shook her head, and the carrot earrings in her ears also bounced: "Hello~ Mr. Mermaid's friend."
And Harry saw her oak stopper necklace from her carrot earrings, and then he remembered who it was.
——When Sean came out of St. Mungo’s, he was holding several children and holding a ten-year-old girl’s hand. The girl was very interested in him and dragged him reluctantly when he left. In the end, this scene was I took a photo with my phone and passed it around as a joke, teasing Sean that finally a lady likes him.
Harry and I happened to be lucky enough to 'view' this photo.
"Um... Hi, hello," Harry freed the corner of his clothes from her hands and looked at the little girl smiling, and couldn't help but smile, "I've heard of you, your name is...? "
"My name is Na." While tilting her head and looking at the two of them, the girl said in a faint voice that sounded like it was coming from a hollow, "D, my dad is the editor-in-chief of the Quibbler magazine."
