Early in the morning, at the Ilvermorny table, which was not very harmonious, the young wizards from Hogwarts were discussing quietly. Pen @ fun @ pavilion wWw. ｂｉｑUｇE。 ｉｎｆｏ

It's the day of the game - but the biggest Slytherins don't have the slightest hint of support.

As the Hufflepuff Quidditch team that defeated them to win the championship, they were born with a negative opinion bonus on their side - not long after the match, it was as difficult as getting the trolls to learn to speak the ordinary language of wizards by simply forgetting all grievances and supporting them.

Laughing and sorrowful when they meet -- most of these sentences are used to deceive people, and the few that can really do it have become famous historical jokes -- but these small passages further confirm the unreliability of this statement from the side, dog bites man is not news, man bites dog is, and history is true.

Slytherin have a habit of acknowledging the strong, but for them Hufflepuff victory is simply stolen - catching the snitch not long after the start, and whoever will be convinced! They worship strength, not luck - so it would be nice to stab the Emperor to death or something.

Because of this, the Hogwarts Exchange survivors, who were already small in Ilvermorny, were divided into two factions, but the rest of the wizards also disarmed each other under Slytherin's attitude and stood together again - which can be considered the luck of misfortune.

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It was a sunny day, still cold, but there was no wind and no snow, making it a great day for a Quidditch match.

However, this is only in theory - the reason why the theory does not become a reality is entirely due to various variables - such as human influence, such as the influence of equipment.

Hogwarts broomsticks and uniforms are all broomsticks and uniforms, and thanks to the Ministry of Magic, there is a brand new set of supplies - so a sponsor with deep pockets is really, really important for the game.

But the human side is very difficult to control - especially when the opponent is at home.

Sportsmanship is all about fairness, but unfortunately even Hogwarts' own four teams inevitably use a little trick before a match - for example, attacking the opposing player.

The best way to take out an enemy is not on the field, but off the field - for example, there is a famous incident in the world of No-Maj where a team was drunk and lost the game the next day after being replaced with high alcohol by the opposing fans during an away game.

According to common sense, experienced academies will send people to protect their players, but unfortunately, no matter how good the experience is, it can't stand the change of environment.

The limited number of wizards who came to Ilvermorny this time, coupled with the lack of cooperation from Slytherin, led to an extreme shortage of people to protect their players.

Regarding Hogwarts' protection policy, Ilvermorny's little wizard chose to beat the players and the guards together - due to the suddenness of the incident, by the time the others came to support, the three players and the wizards in charge of protection were already covered with scabies at this moment, and from time to time they suddenly started to swing.

The effects of these spells are not very hurtful, but the disgusting effects are top-notch - according to the two professors, it takes at least a day to cure them and get them back to normal - which means they will miss today's game.

Naturally, Professor McGonagall couldn't let things get to the bottom of her so easily—she quickly reached a point of communication with the Principal Charridel.

The result of the communication was that the attacking young wizards would face a long period of confinement and confession with buckets hanging in front of Hogwarts camps.

This is already a humiliating punishment - unless the headmaster reverts to corporal punishment, there is no more severe punishment than this.

But, at this moment, this punishment did not feel insulting at all—for Alan could clearly feel that the wizards of Ilvermorny who came and went pretending to pass by unconsciously, not only did not have a hint of ridicule in the face of those who were punished, but cast a kind of hero-worshipping gaze.

And those who were caught, though they hung signs and carried buckets, did not have a trace of shame in their eyes - they all held their heads high, as if they had done something to save the world.

It's disgusting - but it works, they just take out half of the Quidditch team.

If Allen didn't have a reserve team, it would have almost been a failure - it would have been almost impossible to put together a team again without Slytherin cooperation.

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In the castle's makeshift ward, the rest of the Hufflepuffs formed a circle.

It was a room that had been temporarily moved out, and the wounded were not asked to recuperate because of the severity of their injuries.

"Those filthy guys -- I'm going to beat three of them myself! they're just getting too many!" said a seventh-grader -- he made a delicious steak -- and his injuries were the worst -- and he had seven curses on him.

"Hey, boy. He patted the little man next to his bed—it was his replacement, a batsman with a very heavy hand.

"I mean, you kid now have a chance - give me a few Ilvermorny guys to beat me down! If you kid doesn't get the broom out of the way you usually knock me off, I'll tie you to the Professor's beloved beating willow!"

"Go, go, lie down with you—they can say, you're the one who gets the most cursed for talking too much. As for those disgusting guys, if you don't fall off the broom today, I'll eat a raw bowl of foxes!"

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There was a burst of laughter in the room – the Hufflepuffs knew they had a reserve squad – and the unanimous reaction was to get down with their players, confident in their hard-working players.

Bang bang - there was a knock on the door, it was Gryffindor and the Ravenclaws.

Worried about the game, they came to cheer on the Hufflepuffs en masse - but, to their surprise, in the makeshift ward, it was not the impatience they imagined, nor the depression, but a strong sense of confidence and fighting spirit.

Soon they knew what the Hufflepuffs had done - and it made them let go of their worries and curse a scheming - if there was no communication, who would the Hufflepuffs play to!

Moments before stepping out of the castle, the young wizards who surrounded the players met another group, the gloomy Slytherin.

Just as they wondered what they were going to do, the Slytherins had abandoned the new leader who had been re-elected by the prefects, and walked over a few steps:

"We don't know what your level of strength is, but we're still not happy with the result.

But—" His expression distorted, as if he were organizing his words, but for a long time he could not think of any elegant words that would match his status.

Finally, the Slytherin uttered a coarse remark:

"crying them!"