Ahahahaha, a friend of mine was going to eat canned herring live, but the canned food sponsored by someone else was lost at their school!

I think the next step is to investigate where the stench is amazing, and I don't know what the person who took the can will look like when he opens 233333 it

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What Neville feared hadn't happened, and similarly, he underestimated the wizards' ability to cope with certain situations.

The Defence Against the Dark Arts classroom, which was already heavily contaminated, had been replaced with a new classroom by spells, and only the headmaster himself in charge of the work would know where the original one would be transferred.

It should be said that the canned herring was indeed fierce, and after more than ten house-elves had fallen, the initial plan to clean and restore the classroom had failed.

"If we insist on continuing to do this, maybe we will have to go to the kitchen and prepare three meals a day for the students in the future. That's what Dumbledore said within the staff.

As for the professors, after learning about Lockhart's plight and looking up information about canned herring, the first thing they did was to add a clause to the school rules prohibiting it from appearing at Hogwarts.

The last time a new school rule was added was two years ago, when Fred and George were in their first year of school.

After a few days of fear, Neville had almost forgotten about it. Anyway, Mr. Lovegood had already written back that he would not provide Luna with canned herring in the future, and with the school rules that had just come out, probably, should, maybe, probably there would be no more problems...... It's right.

After Friday's Charms lesson, Neville was finally happy, not only because tomorrow was Saturday, but also because he wasn't the worst in today's Charms lesson.

"Ron, I think you really should go get a wand. ”

Neville kindly reminded him that he would say this almost every day, but Ron just stubbornly went back and patched up his wand with more magic tape until it was swollen like a rolling pin.

Today, the rolling pin flew up and struck the diminutive Professor Flitwick on the eyebrow, and a large green bag immediately puffed up and fluttered.

Fortunately, Professor Flitwick has a good temper, otherwise he would have replaced Snape, but I am afraid that points deductions and penalties will be indispensable.

"I know!

Ron said impatiently, it wasn't that he didn't know how to get a new wand, but he had only received a howling letter before, and if he had broken the wand at that time, he was afraid that Errol would send him a second howling letter soon.

His careful thoughts, Neville didn't understand, and he didn't say it, Neville could only remind him again and again.

"Do you have any plans for tomorrow?" asked Harry.

"Read a book. ”

"Sleep. ”

"I don't know. ”

Harry had known that the three of them would say that, so he said what he was going to do.

"Let's go to Hagrid tomorrow. He said.

"Whatever. ”

"I'm not going to sit with Yaya this time. ”

"Uh, yes. ”

Saturday's schedule was so happily decided, but unfortunately Harry was woken up early in the morning by Oliver Wood, the captain of the Gryffindor Quidditch team, who wanted to sleep for a few more hours.

"What...... What's the matter?"

Harry said in a daze, subconsciously pulling the quilt, but he didn't touch anything.

"Quidditch Training!"

Holding Harry's quilt, Wood walked to the head of the bed, reached out and patted his face, saying, "Hurry up!"

Harry squinted out the window, a thin layer of light mist shrouded in the pink pale gold sky, and the birds chirping outside so loudly that he wondered why he hadn't been woken up just now.

"Wood...... Harry's tone was particularly grimaceous, he grumbled, "It's Saturday, it's just dawn!"

"That's right!"

Wood, a tall, stocky sixth-grader, had a frenzied glint in his eyes at the moment, "This is part of our new training regimen. Hurry up, grab your broomstick, and come with me. ”

"Let me sleep a little longer, half an hour, no, ten minutes. ”

"The other teams haven't started training yet, so we're going to have to defend it this year!" Wood said eagerly.

“...... All right. ”

Harry yawned and shivered slightly, got out of bed and began to look for his team uniform.

"Huh, Neville isn't here?" Wood asked, pointing to an empty bed.

"He went to his morning exercise. Harry put on his big red jersey and rummaged through the cabinets for his cloak, he was one of those people who were more afraid of the cold.

"Does he really insist on morning exercises every day?"

"I didn't see him interrupt anyway. Harry wrote a note for Ron to explain, "One time I got up to go to the toilet and I saw him go out, and it was January and it was snowing heavily. ”

"That's just a little bit of a test on him later. ”

"What test?" Harry asked.

"Fred and George wrote to me during the summer and recommended someone to join the Quidditch team. Wood said.

“......”

Harry really didn't know what to say, Neville went to Quidditch, this situation is not enough for his imagination, but the picture is really indescribable, after all, there are only a few situations:

Neville knocked the ball away and never came back, and the game was interrupted until a new one;

Neville knocked people flying, and directly into the infirmary, and had to be replaced on the other side;

Neville demolished the pitch......

Thinking about it in a daze, Harry couldn't look at Wood well, this thing should be annoyed by Slytherin's killing tactics, and want to take revenge on society even more, the more you think about it, the more likely it is!

Harry had expected to be the only Gryffindor Quidditch team to get up early on Saturday, but he was wrong, and one of his brainless fans, Gryffindor's first-year student named Colin Creevey, was waiting for him in the common room.

After dealing with this difficult fan, Harry followed Wood to Neville, who had just finished his morning workout, on the court.

Stepping on the dewy grass, Neville looked at Harry and then at Wood, who was carrying a suitcase, question marks written all over his face.

"It's ......"

"Just a little test. ”

Wood placed the box on the ground and opened it with the key, revealing its contents: two smaller Bludgers, a larger Quaffle, two clubs, and the Golden Snitch fixed to the top.

"Quidditch?"

Neville was surprised that he didn't recognize what these things were for, and combined with the tests Wood had said, he remembered that during the summer vacation, the twin brothers had made him join the Quidditch team as if he were joking.

"Yes. Wood handed Neville a bat, "Fred and George recommended you to me, so it's a good time to put you to the test today." ”

"Well, but I didn't say I was going to join Team Quidditch. ”

"Hey, I don't like to hear what you're saying. Wood said with some displeasure, "Isn't our house's Quidditch team not attractive to you at all?"

"Not really, it's just ......"

"If there are no comments, I'm going to start testing. ”

Wood interrupted Neville, he hadn't gotten up so early just to train a little longer, what the hell was just talking about here.

"Okay. Neville said helplessly.

After a brief account of the test, Wood began the first test, he pulled the latch, and the restless Bludger broke free from its restraints and soared into the sky.

All Neville has to do is to whip this Bludger and hit him on the ground, because the Bludger will come back later, so Neville has to hit the Bludger continuously for a certain period of time, as for the rest of the investigation, Wood didn't go into details.

A more advanced test is to release two Bludgers at the same time, which is more than twice as difficult, but that will have to wait until the first level of Navi Guò.

Wood retreated six or seven meters away, trying not to disturb Neville, but he noticed that Harry had almost retreated to the edge of the field twenty meters away, and was crouching down with his head in his hands.

What does that mean?

“bang！”

“bang！”

No sooner had Wood turned his head than two successive explosions, almost huddled together, exploded in his ears, and then he felt a strong wind rushing towards him, and he had to take several steps back to gain his footing.

Wood felt a little dark in front of him, dizzy, as if a speaker had been stuffed into his ears, and the roar was incessant, and he shook his head vigorously, and he didn't know how long it took to come back to his senses.

Neville walked over to Wood with his deformed bat, first observing Wood's condition and asking, "Uh, are you alright?"

Waving his hand, Wood was almost recovered, and he asked, "What just happened?"

"I hit the Bludger with my bat. Neville replied honestly.

"That's all?" Wood frowned, rubbing his ears, "how do I feel like someone is setting off firecrackers nearby." ”

"No, I don't. ”

"That's weird. ”

Wood thought it was a prank, but now it didn't seem to be the case, and he put his hand in front of his eyes and looked at the sky, but he didn't find a Bludger.

Theoretically, the processed Bludgers will return to this place no matter how far they fly as long as there are no problems, and they are very fast, so it stands to reason that they should not have returned for so long.

Something went wrong with Bludger?

It's not impossible, so the explosion just now is actually ......

Feeling like he had found the answer to his question, Wood was about to come to a conclusion, but Harry didn't know when he came running, gave Neville a subtle look, and then pushed Woodra aside.

Some things must be made clear, otherwise sooner or later someone will die!

Harry was glad he had dodged far enough, for he had seen or heard what had just happened.

He didn't see how Neville swung the stick, and it was even more difficult to catch Neville swinging the stick than it was to catch the Golden Snitch's movements, and all he saw was Neville's arm pulled back, followed by two loud bangs.

Before Neville could swing his bat and hit the Bludger, the first bang was made, followed by a second bang that was almost linked, and a not-so-obvious wave of air swept in all directions, blades of grass flying sideways, and even tall and muscular Wood was nearly overturned.

A word popped into Harry's head—

Sonic boom!