I traveled to HP but I tied it to the wrong game system

It was November, and the weather was getting colder, but for James, this was the most exciting month, because the Quidditch competition was about to start.

Not only was he excited, but he also pulled everyone else to get excited. Specifically, no matter what everyone was talking about, James would always turn to "Hey, how did you know the Quidditch game was about to start?"

He would turn to this topic.

James would watch almost every Gryffindor Quidditch team practice match, as long as he didn't have classes, and even when he had classes, he would skip classes to watch the practice match, although he was lectured by Frank in the end.

And after training, when he was free, some friendly seniors would patiently explain the rules of Quidditch to him.

James was so excited that he wanted to put on Quidditch clothes and compete with other colleges, but he had to wait until at least next year to join the Quidditch team. In recent years, there has not been a case of a freshman joining the Quidditch team as an exception.

James howled at least ten times in the hall, twenty times in class, and five times when he went to the library because he couldn't join Quidditch due to his age.

For this, he was punished by Professor McGonagall three times, criticized by Professor Flitwick twice, and yelled and kicked out of the library by Madam Pince once.

I wonder if James would be so jealous that he would be deformed if he knew that his future son broke the rules and became a seeker in the first grade?

"I tell you!" In the library, Carl's heart skipped a beat when he heard this. If nothing unexpected happened, then something unexpected would definitely happen.

James was about to start talking about Quidditch again. This was an afternoon when all the colleges had no classes, and everyone gathered in the library to read books.

Carl even dragged Sever along, or to be more precise, dragged him. Carl suspected that if Sever stayed in the cellar to make potions, he would become a vampire, the kind that would die when exposed to sunlight! Sever simply gave face, even though there was a deer sitting opposite him that was suspected of digging lilies, he didn't say anything.

Quidditch must not ruin this peaceful afternoon gathering.

"James, Madam Pince seems to be looking at you." Carl knocked on the table with a book to attract James' attention, then turned his eyes to Madam Pince and reminded James in a very low voice.

"Oh damn, I actually forgot about her." After experiencing the bloody criticism and the execution of being kicked out of the library last time, James was really a little afraid of Madam Pince. Other things didn't matter. If Madam Pince really put a sign in the library that James Potter and dogs were not allowed to enter, how could he come in and meet Lily?

It's scary to think about it. This kind of thing must not happen! James immediately lowered his head and lowered his voice, "Anyway, Frank won a thrilling victory for Gryffindor!"

"Isn't it amazing!" James' eyes were full of stars, and he had obviously become a fanboy. "But I can definitely do it next year. I've been practicing throwing the Quaffle every day these days, and my accuracy rate is as high as 80%! If I practice more, I will definitely join the Gryffindor Quidditch team."

Other people's ears automatically filtered out the Quidditch-related things James said, and they all chose to lower their heads to read books. Only Alice listened with relish.

"Hey! The game is about to start. Let's go to G..."

"James, is there a possibility? Alice and I are Ravenclaws, and Severus is Slytherin. You let us go. Do you want us to pray for Gryffindor to lose? Or pray for Gryffindor to lose? Or pray for Gryffindor to lose?"

After hearing this, James fell on the table with a discouraged look. The muffled sound of his head hitting the table was loud enough, so it naturally attracted the attention of Madam Pince.

Madam Pince looked at him with a sharp look, and James immediately stopped talking and tutted softly. Seeing James calm down, Carl moved his eyes to Sev.

Sev must be holding a book about potions again. Let me see what he is reading now? Carl looked carefully and found that Sev was holding the latest issue of the newspaper.

He put his hand in front of Sev and waved, "Sev, you are not reading a book. The Daily Prophet, what's so good about this thing." Carl scratched his head. He really thought that the Daily Prophet was boring. The part that Carl wanted to read and could read only accounted for a small part of it.

"I don't like to read this very much, but this thing occasionally publishes some interviews with potion masters, so I occasionally read it."

"What are you reading now?" Carl poked his head and tried to tilt his stool to look at the newspaper in Sev's arms.

Sev put Carl's chair, and then handed him the newspaper, pointing to a line of words.

"A man named Damocles Belby, he claims that he will soon invent a potion that can suppress werewolf transformation."

After hearing this, Lupin paused for a moment and then couldn't control his voice and said, "Really?"