Harry swore he would never play a weirder Quidditch match again.
Sitting in the stands were not only the young wizards from Hogwarts, but also the potion masters who visited Hogwarts these days. They were very easy-going and did not go to the stands dedicated to the professors. They sat with the young wizards. Together.
Of course, part of the reason is that I just can’t sit down.
So this scene is very strange:
A group of potion masters, many of them old men with gray beards, sat among the young wizards, like a tombstone in the poplar forest.
Almost all of these masters were of British nationality and had graduated from Hogwarts. After so many years, seeing their own college playing Quidditch with other colleges again felt like blood running through their veins again.
"When I was old, I was also the main player on the Quidditch field. At that time, the color of the audience was golden and red, and countless little witches cheered for me..."
In the audience, a gray-bearded Potions Master excitedly told the young wizards about his heroic deeds back then.
"Mr. Andrew, weren't you a Ravenclaw back then? Why is the color in the audience red and gold?"
Soon a little wizard pointed out his flaw.
"Because they lost that game, and the winner was us - Gryffindor!"
Another Potions Master pointed out his flaw with disdain.
A few days later, their visit was coming to an end. This Quidditch match was specially arranged by Dumbledore for them to practice.
Therefore, it is destined to have a harder time——
Before the game, Gryffindor captain Wood said to his players:
"There are so many celebrities and seniors in the audience, as well as guests from the Ministry of Magic - this competition is definitely the highest-profile in the history of Hogwarts! We will definitely win!"
These words aroused the enthusiasm of the team members. After all, they are young people at heart. Of course they will be excited on such a stage where they have the opportunity to become famous in one fell swoop.
What's more, for this game, the Gryffindor players have been training hard for more than two months: they never stopped even if there were all kinds of wind and rain. George once said angrily that his clothes had been worn since August. Never done it.
"Harry!"
Wood looked at Harry with bright eyes: he was Gryffindor's seeker.
"You have to strive for success. You must be better than that annoying kid from the Malfoy family. Let him understand that if you want to be a good Seeker, having a rich father is not enough!"
"Harry, either capture the Golden Snitch or die on the field!"
The whole team's eager eyes were focused on Harry at this moment. In fact, they all knew that the Slytherin team's broom was much stronger than them - Nimbus 2001. This broom was still too cheating after all.
Even if they have trained hard, this game is bound to be difficult.
Therefore, Harry, the seeker, is particularly crucial. As long as he can capture the Golden Snitch before Malfoy, they can secure victory!
…
In the sky above the Quidditch pitch, golden-red and silver-green figures shuttled at high speed like rockets. Quaffles were passed back and forth between them at a very high frequency, attacking each other's goalposts again and again.
The batters on both sides were equally overloaded - George and Fred tried their best to hit the bludgers towards the Slytherin players, focusing on taking care of Malfoy.
In this game, both sides have tried their best. The tactics arranged by Wood came in handy, but Slytherin's broom advantage was difficult to offset.
The two sides fought hard, and the audience was filled with joy. A group of potion masters in their 70s and 80s even wore silver-green and gold-red hats, cheering for the team they supported like fans.
Aaron stood in the office and watched all this from a distance, Runas flying around him.
"How about Lunas? Your current body came from a golden snitch? How do you feel after watching such an exciting game?"
Runas shook his body to show that he had no idea about this barbaric sport between humans.
Aaron smiled. He had not been there to watch the game, although Fudge had urged him to come along and graciously allowed him to sit in the stands specially arranged for the Ministry of Magic.
But it was precisely because of this that Aaron didn't want to go.
Of course, another more important reason is that he has a new research project.
A large cauldron was set up in his office, and mercury-like liquid was boiling in the cauldron like a soup - this was a brand-new substance produced using mercury as raw material and prepared through alchemy.
What Aaron is making is an alchemical artifact that he intends to use as a 'monitor' for the magical world.
Once again, he had a sudden idea: combining potion techniques with alchemy, and after a special fusion, he created a pot of magical substances in front of him.
It is easy to produce results in interdisciplinary fields. The ancients really did not deceive me!
The attack on Mrs. Norris some time ago, and the subsequent discussion about the secret room. Although it has gradually faded away due to the visits of many potion masters these days, in Aaron's heart, the danger to the school has not been eliminated.
These days, the heir of Slytherin has yet to make his next move. Perhaps because there were too many visitors in the school recently and security measures were greatly strengthened, he was afraid of being exposed, so he went into hibernation.
If this person is not found, there will always be a hidden mine in the school, and Aaron himself will not be able to have a stable research environment.
But this is not a big deal to Aaron. As long as this alchemy product is completed, all the ghosts and ghosts in the school will be inescapable to him, and he can find them out easily.
It's just... this alchemy product seems to be more troublesome than he thought...
"Sir, come quickly."
While Aaron was deep in thought, Runas's voice woke him up.
"Look, there seems to be something wrong with Mr. Potter!"
Aaron frowned. He quickly walked to the window and saw a Bludger flying after Harry on the Quidditch pitch. He was so distracted that he couldn't concentrate on catching the golden ball. Snitch.
"This is how the same thing?"
"Look below, there is a strange guy there, a house elf!"
Aaron followed Runas's guidance and saw a small figure in an uninhabited corner next to the Quidditch pitch.
He frowned, house elf? Why would a house elf appear next to the Quidditch pitch?
It must have been responsible for the Bludger losing control, right?
A trace of curiosity arose in Aaron's heart, and the corners of his mouth curled up unnaturally - he was such a person, always interested in things that were mysterious and shrouded in mist.
"You stay here and I'll take a look below."
Aaron ordered to Runas.
"Yes sir."
