There's something magical about his Hogwarts.
Negative buffs such as a foreign country, a boarding school, and a boys' dormitory did not affect Bajir's unique love for this castle and even the school.
Every professor in it, except Snape, Quirrell. It doesn't count even if Dumbledore is the headmaster.
As he got to know them better, he became closer to them.
They are no longer the empty characters portrayed in the movie in just a few dozen minutes.
Rather, they are kind teachers who accompany you every day and devote themselves to your studies.
We only spent less than a month together.
Professor McGonagall became Bagir's favorite teacher, no one else.
She is a stern witch.
She likes plaid very much, and her dressing gown, travel bag and handkerchief are all plaid.
She also always remained serious and unbiased in everything.
But Quidditch is an exception.
Bagir has always been curious about this.
Especially when Ron didn't even get the inside story.
Nearly Headless Nick also understands this.
But today, he might make a mistake.
Bagir wasn't going to get excited about this.
Nothing can dispel the gloom caused by going to work or going to school during holidays.
"This all goes back to seventh grade, your Professor McGonagall."
"Back then, she was still a Seeker."
"She has decided to go to the Ministry of Magic after graduation and give up Quidditch."
"It was the final, Gryffindor vs Slytherin."
"The outcome of this game will determine the Quidditch Cup."
"However, when little Greg is about to touch the Golden Snitch and her Quidditch career comes to a perfect end-"
Nick drawled.
Bagir was still sullen.
But the students who gathered around gave Nick the motivation to continue talking.
"Boom! A Bludger. Bang! It was accompanied by a club, hitting Little Mag's chest and head one after another."
Ron, Neville, Seamus, Dean in the next dormitory and others suddenly stood up and said in unison, "It's Slytherin!"
Nick nodded, "The result is that Slytherin was found guilty of violating the rules, but even with the loss of a Seeker, Gryffindor still lost the game."
"From now on, seeing the Slytherin Quidditch team lose a game has been Little Greg's long-cherished wish!"
"She never fails in every game that involves the Slytherins."
Nick glanced emphatically at Bajir.
He doesn't seem to be giving up just yet.
"Speaking of Quidditch. You must be curious, when will your flying lessons start?"
"Let me inform you in advance that on this Thursday, you will have your first flying lesson in your life!"
Bagir remained unmoved.
Even the little wizards from all the wizarding families around them started to get excited.
But he is an exception.
Because his parents were killed by Death Eaters while playing the most popular mid-air collision in Devon.
Before he awakened his memory, he was not as fond of Quidditch as the average young wizard from a wizarding family.
But the movements in the mouths of the little wizards around him still attracted his ears.
All they discussed was their local broom game.
Ron from Devon stood up first.
It tells about the knight movement in the sky and the air collision game.
Everyone holds a long round-headed stick in their hands, and like knights, uses broomsticks as horses to duel in the sky.
Until the last one.
And he, Ron himself, is the greatest knight.
No little wizard could survive his gunfire.
A young Hufflepuff wizard who claimed to be from Herefordshire stepped forward.
He said the mid-air collision was too barbaric and did not demonstrate his broomstick skills.
Their Herefordshire broomstick riding is the sport that best showcases the skills of the riders.
Fix a pig bladder in the sky.
The athletes took off at the same distance.
Ride a broom upside down and hit your bladder with the butt of the broom.
The fastest to reach 50 points is the winner.
Seamus raised his glass of wine and expressed his disdain.
Coming from Ireland, he began to introduce the broom game in his hometown - fire barrel on stilts.
Each athlete holds a goat's gallbladder called a Dom.
Speeding through, being pierced high in the air on stilts, burning barrels.
The winner is the one who doesn't catch fire at the end.
This is the perfect combination of skill and courage.
Riding a broom backward is just juggling!
.......
Finally, Ernie MacMillan of Hufflepuff from Scotland stepped forward.
"Everyone here, the sports you talk about are rubbish."
“There’s no sport quite like the crucible above our heads in Scotland.”
"It is the symbol of courage, the greatest test of manhood and courage."
The scene suddenly became quiet.
Ron muttered unwillingly, "This is a scam!"
No one on the Gryffindor table came out to object.
After they heard the name of the movement.
Bagir's curiosity was finally aroused.
"Expand it and tell me?"
Bargeer's outstanding performance in class, his boldness, disdain for rules, and handsome appearance that were different from Hermione's made him undoubtedly the leader of their Gryffindor class.
He is also quite famous in other colleges.
Therefore, when MacMillan saw it was Bagir, he immediately nodded.
"This is a game that shows the courage of athletes in the face of death and blood!"
"Twelve athletes with a crucible on their heads."
"Above them, there are as many as a hundred enchanted stones, large and small, hanging a hundred feet above the ground!"
"As soon as the competition begins, the athletes take off and catch the rocks with the cauldron above their heads."
"The athlete who catches the most and survives is the winner!"
Seamus became more and more excited as he talked, and finally started reciting poetry.
Twelve handsome and strong men
Gathering in the arena,
The crucible is tied to the belt and quietly
Waiting to fly,
I heard a trumpet sound,
They quickly leap into the sky,
However, the ten heroic athletes
Doomed.
He concluded by lamenting: "It's a pity that carrying the crucible on your head was outlawed as a sport in 1762."
Bajir opened his mouth without making any sound.
It's like being under a tongue-tied curse.
No wonder no Gryffindor came forward, this was a complete dimensionality reduction blow.
Twelve athletes, only two will survive?
Such a huge mortality rate.
There's a reason Scotland has so few wizards.
........
Thursday seems to have arrived in the blink of an eye.
In the morning, almost all students are immersed in the upcoming flying lessons.
For the first time, Hermione didn't bother Badir anymore.
She kept mumbling to the others flying instructions from Quidditch: Origins.
Said it was another good opportunity to add points.
Let’s all work together to win this year’s Academy Cup.
Bagir thought it was a futile effort.
We are all classmates. Except for Neville, all the little wizards in the wizarding family have played with brooms.
Hermione had only read books, and she was just annoying.
No, everyone except Neville showed disgust.
Only Neville listened intently to every word Hermione said, eagerly hoping to hear some useful knowledge that would later help him sit firmly on his broomstick.
Even Harry, who thought he would make a fool of himself in flying lessons, didn't listen carefully.
Instead, he was looking for Ron to ask about flying skills.
Hermione didn't pay any attention, still immersed in the speech.
Just when Bagir couldn't help but want to warn her, the postmen arrived.
Hermione shut her mouth.
Bagir looked enviously at the other students who had letters to accept.
He is an orphan and is reluctant to subscribe to newspapers.
So no one would send him a letter.
The same goes for Harry. Apart from Hagrid's text message in the first week of September, he also received no more letters.
Now, the two have become brothers in distress.
No, there is one more person.
It's Malfoy at the Slytherin table.
When school first started, he would often have candies delivered by owls.
Then he proudly opened the Slytherin table and distributed it to the surrounding students.
But lately, he seems to have no owls coming to deliver things.
The two little chubby Gore and Crabbe who followed him like doorkeepers paid little attention to him.
He's more like a follower now.
