Hogwarts finally got some life again.

Although the magic sounds very good, it ...... That's the same way, isn't it?

For students studying in a wizarding school, they are in the same mood as the average young man studying in a Muggle school, hating boring classes and finding them boring and boring.

So as the days of Quidditch, the only entertainment in the wizarding world, approached, the hormones in the students' brains began to accelerate.

The Gryffindor players wore crimson training uniforms and hurried past the long dining table.

They need to take all the time to train.

Looking at their high enthusiasm and solemn eyes, Harry saw them as another team: Iron Man, Spider-Man, Captain, Hulk, Black Widow...... Without hesitation, he carried out the task of eliminating Uncle Thanos.

There was a pause as the group passed Harry, and Oliver Wood, the captain who was walking at the front, snorted expressionlessly.

I don't know if he's not feeling well.

Angelina?? Johnson, Gryffindor's Quidditch chaser, follows the example: "Hum ......"

Arya?? Spinnett, another chaser: "Hum ......"

Katie?? Bell: "Hmph......"

There was another one Harry didn't recognize, and it was supposed to be a former substitute: "Hmph......"

Fred, George, the two comic pairs, the Sand Sculpture Brothers, winked at Harry, gave a long snort, the tone from the first to the fourth, like the sound of boiling water in a kettle, and then chased and scrambled.

Harry: "(??????)"

Harry glanced at the gloomy weather outside, sighed, and said, "Looks like they ......"

Hermione reassured, "Don't take it personally, it's your business to participate in Quidditch, and if someone asks you to participate in 'for Gryffindor', I think it's ......"

Harry gave Hermione a strange look and said, "Why do you think that? I just want to say that it's been raining for the past two days, and they're training outside, and it seems that they're all caught the cold, don't you hear them 'hum' when they walk? ”

Harry looked worried, "I hope it's not influenza......"

Hermione: "......"

Hermione looked embarrassed and said, "Is it ...... Don't you think they're 'humming' at you? they're expressing their displeasure with you. ”

Harry was shocked, "Is that so?"

"But Hermione, didn't I tell you, only people who think they are doing something wrong, feel guilty and empty, will think like this. It seems that your three views have not been established and established under my influence, and I think it is necessary for me to help you. ”

Hermione said, "What are the three views. ”

Harry said, "That's it...... Chest - waist - hips. ”

Hermione: "......"

......

It was raining and dripping.

The Quidditch teams of the four houses train every day in the rain.

Because of the limited training grounds, they staggered their training time slots.

But it's not them who have the hardest time, but Ms. Huo Qi, the physical education teacher, because she has to supervise the sparring partners.

Ms. Hodge was under no obligation to do so, but she couldn't stand the dean's request.

In order to improve the effectiveness of the training, Professor McGonagall asked Ms. Hooch to be present to supervise them.

Professor Flitwick saw that this was equivalent to opening a physical hanging, and it still wouldn't be hung by a stone hammer.

He said he could not accept it.

So he also asked Ms. Hodge to help Ravenclaw College.

Hufflepuff's headmaster, Professor Sprout, couldn't sit still, and that was unfair.

But she was a simple lady, thin-skinned, and embarrassed to speak directly.

So she went to Professor Snape, who had a good relationship with her.

Herbology and Potions are very closely related and complementary.

If you want to learn potions well, you must know the knowledge of potions materials and herbs well.

To teach herbalism, one must have a deep understanding of the habits and functions of herbs, and how to use them for refining potions.

Snape asked Professor Sprout to help him grow many potions that were hard to see on the market.

So the two did communicate a lot.

So the two found Ms. Hodge together, adhering to the concept of "I have to have people", and they asked Ms. Hodge to treat everyone equally, be fair and just, and have a bowl of water that is even, not one or the other, unfair and unfair.

What else to say: "This is not conducive to the healthy and green development of Quidditch in the wizarding world." ”

Ms. Huo Qi, who was already very tired, watched blankly as two man-eating giant mouths devoured her.

At last...... Professor Sprout and Professor Snape left satisfied.

In the office, Ms. Hodge collapsed on her desk.

Oh, poor Ms. Hooch, she's just an ordinary flying lesson professor.

And who would take her in their eyes?

She was humble at Hogwarts, and she couldn't help herself.

Look at who was bullying her? That's the dean of the high school! And she's just an ordinary lecturer at a Muggle university, not at their mercy, not even daring to resist.

Gryffindor, Magnagall Minova!

Slytherin, Severus Snape!

Hufflepuff, Pomona Sprout!

Ravenclaw, Filius Flitwick!

These four people are like four mountains, which make her breathless;

These four people are like vampires, and they will not give up until they suck every drop of her blood dry;

These four of them are like leeches that have eaten into the bone marrow, eager to knock her bone and suck the marrow;

These four people are like the old rich man of the evil old society, who oppresses and exploits her as a poor people, trying to squeeze out every trace of use value in her!

But what can she do, her arms can't twist her thighs!

......

Ten o'clock in the evening.

The Quidditch training in Hufflepuff is finally over.

Ms. Hodge shuffled back to her room.

Storms raged outside, and thunder resounded across the sky.

This is the roar of heaven.

Ms. Hooch's clothes and hair were all soaked, and her face was covered with cold rain.

She used a 'dehydration spell' to dry her body again.

But her body is cold, and her heart is cold.

Professor Hooch didn't rest immediately, even though she was already tired.

She pulled out a chair and spread out a journal on the table.

She took out a quill and began to write.

It was the words of her anger at the four big hooligans, and she was going to record them all.

Between the lines are Ms. Huo Qi's bloody and tearful accusations.

After writing a full three pages.

Ms. Hodge breathed a sigh of relief.

At the end, Ms. Huo Qi remembered something and added another paragraph to conclude it.

This passage was recently circulated in the school, and Ms. Huo Qi felt that it was too suitable for her situation at this time, and it could simply resonate with her soul.

She wrote: "What the four of them did made me tremble with anger. The whole body is hot and sweaty on a cold day, and the hands and feet are cold. Hell is empty, and the devil is at Hogwarts. Can this magic world be good, how do our physical education teachers live, their professors are satisfied, tears flowed down their eyes, this magic world is full of oppression of physical education teachers, when will physical education teachers really stand up!"

Ms. Hodge closed her journal and sighed deeply.

She looked out the window, the raindrops crackling against the glass.

The sky outside was pitch black, and there was no moonlight in sight.

Ms. Hooch suddenly realized: "Aren't the dark clouds, the rain, and the dementors just the symbol of their evil......?

She couldn't help but look in the other direction.

It was the location of the utopia in her heart, and it held all her yearning for a better life.

"I've heard that there is a wonderfully beautiful country in the East, where there is no such thing as the exploitation of PE teachers, and where the schools are not at all like the four of them—I wish the pupils spent all their time training Quidditch except for their classes. The subject teachers, Chinese, math, English, physics, chemistry, biology, politics, history, and geography teachers will only do everything possible to occupy the physical education teacher's class. ”

"Ah, what a wonderful Muggle country...... Miss Hooch couldn't help but sigh.

I wish Professor Huo Qi the perfect American degree in her dreams.

.........

Note: It's too difficult to write this kind of cold joke-style sentence, and it takes dozens of minutes to hold back a sentence and vomit blood.