Hogwarts transfer students just want to be in love

Mobai's first week at Hogwarts passed quickly. Every day he went to class, ate, accompanied Hermione to the library, and then returned to the Gryffindor lounge, drinking the black tea he made, watching his spirit The exuberant little lions are laughing and playing.

He couldn't help but think back to the time in his previous life, when there was a lot of schoolwork, and every day was a time of learning besides studying.

In comparison, being at Hogwarts is heaven...

By the way, besides that, he would sneak up to the eighth floor when the lion cubs were resting, where there was an old man with a white beard who would cook for him every day in the Room of Requirement.

However, today's Dumbledore seems a little strange.

After he saw the boy come in, he kept looking at him, as if there was darkness brewing in his eyes.

"Bai, why are you learning magic?"

Mo Bai was a little dazed, "I don't know..."

"Do you know what Gellert did to get locked up in that dark castle?"

Mo Bai shook his head, "I don't know."

"Bai, you have been by his side since you were a child, I don't know if you will repeat his mistakes..."

Mo Bai frowned, "Professor, what exactly are you trying to say?"

"actually……"

Dumbledore's kind face suddenly became ferocious, and he quickly pulled out his wand from his robe and pointed it at the boy.

Before he could react, a green light suddenly appeared!

"Avada Kedavra!"

Mo Bai opened his eyes suddenly, his heart beating rapidly.

He took a deep breath, and finally exhaled heavily, as if to expel all the air in his chest cavity, he found that his forehead was already covered with fine cold sweat.

It turned out to be a nightmare.

He was lying in the Gryffindor bedroom at this time, and the room was empty at this time, and Harry and Ron on the bed opposite him had disappeared.

He was taken aback for a moment, and realized that today is Saturday and there are no classes.

He slowly sat up from the bed, frowning.

Why do I have this dream?

Is it because I have subconsciously guarded against Dumbledore?Worried that he will harm himself?

Because of the conversation with Dumbledore that day, I was indeed a little curious about what my old man had done before, but he never took the initiative to investigate, as if he instinctively wanted to evade some responsibility.

After thinking for a long time, he patted a teapot on the bedside table, and Luna's small head poked out from the spout of the teapot.

He took out a pen and paper, quickly wrote a letter, sealed it and handed it to Luna.

"Go, send it to Nurmengard."

Seeing the humanized look of resentment in Luna's eyes, the boy said helplessly.

"No way, the school's owls don't recognize their way, they're not as fast as you, and they can't fly that far."

He stroked the feathers on Luna's head, "Hey, go, come back and prepare something delicious for you."

Luna called out twice.

The corners of Mo Bai's mouth curled up, "Okay, double."

Luna just picked up the letter, turned into a purple shadow and quickly jumped out of the window and disappeared into the sky.

The young man stretched himself, ready to get up.

At this time, there was a sudden knock on the bedroom door.

Opening the door, Hermione, who was neatly dressed, was standing outside the door, and was taken aback when she saw Mo Bai at this moment.

The young man just got up at this time, and the pajamas were not fastened, so her eyes could not help but rest on the half-open collar of the other party. The slender neck line and the deep collarbone just formed a perfect triangle, which seemed to be shining in the morning light.

The girl quickly looked away, a faint blush appeared on her face, but she swallowed her saliva involuntarily.

"You...why don't you get dressed?"

As he spoke, he glanced secretly.

Mo Bai looked down at himself inexplicably. Although it was pajamas, they were all long-sleeved, and they were well worn on his body.

Seeing the inexplicable look in the boy's eyes, Hermione said impatiently.

"Harry still has to go to the Quidditch pitch for training today, and Ron followed suit. Seeing that you haven't gotten up, let me ask you to take you to see and see. You go and get dressed, and I'll wait for you outside."

Looking at the girl who finished talking like a cannonball, shook her head and left.

He froze for a moment, then smiled and closed the door.

The Quidditch pitch is a field about the size of a Muggle football field, but the difference is that instead of nets, there are three 50-foot-high gold poles with rings on the top of the poles.

Little wizards fly around the sky on broomsticks, hit balls with bats in their hands, or throw a ball between two people to catch each other.

Sitting in the stands, Mo Bai looked at the flying broom in the sky, and only thought.

so ugly...

Can't the people of the wizarding world make a vehicle that looks better?

Lying on a broomstick and flying with your ass pouted, how stupid it is.

"Is this what you said... Quidditch?"

On the way here just now, Hermione explained the rules of Quidditch to him, giving him a basic understanding of the sport.

After learning that this is a sport that is popular in the magic world, Mo Bai sighed.

Entertainment in the Wizarding World is really lacking.

A team of seven people grabs a ball, and as long as they throw it inside the circle, they get 10 points.

It seems to be the same as Muggle football rules, but there are no rules such as offside or handball.

There is only one rule, you can't bring a magic wand, and you can't use magic spells on any team members or equipment.

There is also something called a "bludger", which roams around the court and attacks players on both sides irregularly.

In other words, as long as conditions permit, you can even hit the Quaffle with a dash or a bat to make all opposing players leave the field and do whatever you want.

The most outrageous thing is the "Magic Snitch" rule. Each team has a Seeker. As long as any team's Seeker catches the Snitch, he will directly score 150 points and the game will end.

And only when the Golden Snitch is caught can a Quidditch match end, and the person with the most points wins.

This leads to the fact that the Seeker is the absolute core and star of a team. All the glory is concentrated on that one person, and everyone else is reduced to a foil.

How did this kind of game without rules and competitive spirit become so popular?

Maybe, I can enrich my wizard's spare time?

The wizard in the sky was still flying around, and he was a little dizzy from flying.

Hermione next to her also seemed uninterested, and Mo Bai remembered that the other party seemed to have said that flying was the only thing she was not good at.

Only Ron sat next to them and looked at the wizards flying in the sky with great interest, his eyes full of yearning.

Just when he was about to suggest whether to do something else, a team of people came in from the entrance of the stadium.

When everyone on the court is dressed in red and gold, their dark green suits are all spit out.

This is the color of Slytherin.

Wood, captain of the Gryffindor Quidditch team, flew straight to the team, with Harry and the Weasley twins not far behind.

They seem to have had some disputes.

Ron got up directly and ran over to help his good buddy.

Hermione tugged at Mo Bai, then got up and ran over there quickly, and Mo Bai had no choice but to follow.

As soon as he got closer, he saw a blond Draco showing off his broom in the middle of the Slytherin team.

"This is the broom that my father bought for us. The brooms in your hands should be put in the museum as exhibits."

There was laughter in the Slytherin team, while everyone in Gryffindor, looking at the worn-out broom in their hands, blushed angrily, but they were speechless.

Mo Bai frowned.

"At least Gryffindor doesn't have to rely on props to win,"

Hermione took a step forward at this time, "They at least rely on their skills, while some people... have nothing but their own father."

Draco turned his head and saw Hermione, a look of contempt flashed across his face.

"What right do you have to speak here, no one asks for your opinion, you idiot..."

Snapped!
The rest of Draco's words were slapped back into his mouth.

Everyone also exclaimed, because there was obviously no one around, but Draco's face was red and swollen visible to the naked eye.

Ron subconsciously looked at Harry's position, only to find that Harry was also looking at him innocently.

He looked around in horror and anger, "Who? Who did this?"

"it's me."

With a clear voice, Mo Bai slowly walked out from behind the crowd and stood in front of Hermione.

Seeing Mobai, all the anger in Draco's eyes disappeared, leaving only panic.

"you……"

"Draco Malfoy, it seems that the lessons your father learned didn't teach you how to respect others?"

Mo Bai just looked at him indifferently, "What did you want to say just now?"

"No... nothing."

Draco lowered his head, his father warned him to stay away from the other party as much as possible when he got home, and he didn't expect such bad luck to happen again.

But with that thing...

Draco lowered his head, a look of resentment flashing in his eyes.

Mo Bai squinted his eyes, didn't care about it, turned around and pulled Hermione away from the court.

Only the Gryffindor and Slytherin players were left looking at each other, and after a while, the two sides quarreled again.

Only Draco looked at Mo Bai's leaving back, gritted his teeth and murmured.

"You are dead!"