From Hogwarts to Strixhaven

Harry dragged his muddy steps and walked into the restaurant with a damp body, and sat down at the long table of Gryffindor.

Ron looked at him with pity and pushed the jam and bread on the table to Harry: "Quidditch training again? To be honest, Wood is simply abusing you."

Today is Saturday. Usually, the Gryffindor Quidditch team will not train on this day, but as the second match with Slytherin approaches, everyone in the team has become obviously anxious, especially the captain Wood.

So far, Slytherin and Gryffindor have defeated Hufflepuff and Ravenclaw in the past games, and because of Harry's outstanding performance, Gryffindor also won Slytherin in the first game of this year, so it stands to reason that Gryffindor is the one with the advantage.

"That's because you haven't seen Ivy's training of Slytherin." Harry took off his foggy glasses and threw them aside. "Compared to them, Wood is just like a mother goose taking her children across the river."

"Don't worry, we will win." Ron raised the chicken leg and took a big bite, shrugged and said, "After all, you have Nimbus 2000."

"Yeah." Harry sighed and rubbed his tired cheeks, "Wood said the same thing. 'The level of those trolls has improved too fast. Look at how Ravenclaw lost? It is almost impossible for us to organize an effective counterattack. So before the score gap widens to more than 150, you and Nimbus 2000 are our only chance of winning.'"

Although Harry couldn't repeat Wood's eager eyes and heavy expectations with his mouth alone, Ron still heard a strong pressure from this sentence.

"Oh - you must be very tired, have a chicken leg! Eat more to have more energy, look at those trolls in Slytherin, you need more muscles to fight them." Ron hesitated and stuffed a chicken leg into Harry's plate.

"You eat it, I'm not hungry." Harry squinted his eyes and looked at the charmingly shiny chicken leg, raised his fork and paused in the air, and finally put it down, "If those Slytherin players are really trolls, then we will send Hermione to deal with them. I dare say that they are not enough for Hermione alone."

"Excuse me, gentlemen."

"Ouch!" "Ouch!"

Harry and Ron felt a heavy blow to their heads and couldn't help but cry out in pain.

They looked back and saw Hermione staring at them with her hands on her waist, and the big book in her hand, which was almost as thick as two bricks stacked together, should have been the weapon used to hit the two little heads just now.

"I seem to hear someone saying bad things about me." Hermione pursed her lips and put on a disapproving expression.

"Harry said that, why did you hit me?" Harry couldn't believe that his best friend would betray him for such a small matter.

So he had to apologize with apologetic words: "Sorry, Hermione. I didn't expect you to be listening."

"Bang!"

Harry's head was punished by the Queen again.

"Even if I'm not here, you can't say it!" In addition to the heavy blow from knowledge, Hermione also gave a contemptuous roll of eyes, then she took out her wand, pointed at Harry's clothes and read, "Wash it quickly."

Harry's Quidditch training clothes stained with morning dew immediately became dry.

"Thank you, Hermione. I feel much better."

Look, the Gryffindor cannon queen is different. Harry has to thank us after being beaten.

"I remember Filch said that magic is not allowed in the corridor." Ron looked around and whispered.

Then he was also rolled his eyes.

"If you had enough brains, you should know that we are in the Great Hall now."

Hermione looked at the Slytherin table, leaned over and whispered: "I have a piece of news for you. Ivy will play in the next game against Slytherin."

"Ivy?" Harry asked with wide eyes, "What position will he play? Could it be..."

"It's the seeker." Hermione continued to share the news she heard, "Compared with the trolls of Slytherin, the 144-year-old Ivy is undoubtedly much shorter, but you must not underestimate him because of this."

"No." Harry felt dry mouth, "You don't understand Quidditch."

Although Harry has only played for half a year, he is already a mature seeker.

"For a seeker, flexibility and speed are important, but physique is also a factor that cannot be ignored. Last time, I was almost squeezed off the broom by the Slytherin seeker. Besides, I have a Nimbus 2000, so I can definitely beat him in speed!" Harry suddenly became confident. As long as he caught the Golden Snitch before Ivy, Gryffindor would undoubtedly win this year's Quidditch Cup, and this would give them great hope for the final house cup.

No mistakes, one post, one content, one book, one bar, one 6, one book, one bar!

"About the broom. I was about to talk about it next." Hermione was not as happy as Ron, "It is said that Ivy met the founder of the Nimbus Company during the Christmas holiday, and maybe he also got a Nimbus 2000."

"Really? This news is too important!" Ron couldn't help but shouting, causing everyone at the long table to turn their attention, and then Ron quickly fell off the stool, and everyone could only see his forehead that was as red as his hair.

Hermione glanced at him with dissatisfaction, and then continued: "I heard it from the Slytherin table when I went to ask Ivy a question. Malfoy was bragging loudly to his followers."

"Maybe it's fake." Ron immediately jumped out from under the long table when he heard the word "Malfoy". "That guy always likes to brag."

"Oh - bad." Harry stared at the sky above the long table and muttered. Several owls were working together to bring in a tightly wrapped package. "What Malfoy said might be true..."

"Is it a broom?" Ron was very familiar with the style of the package. He helped Harry unpack the Nimbus 2000.

"Wait! Why are there more?" Hermione pointed at the window where the owl flew in. The owl sent in identical packages one after another. Harry heard Hermione count, "One, two, three, four, five, six! Including the one in the front, there are a total of seven packages? Did Ivy replace the brooms for the entire Quidditch team?"

When all the packages were thrown over the Slytherin table (someone caught them with a levitation spell, which also saved the Slytherin breakfast), the whole hall was boiling.

"It's over!" Harry didn't know his voice could be so desperate, "Our last advantage is gone."