Roger Davis is confused right now.

He really didn't understand why he had just gone to Gryffindor's garden and secretly dug up a potato to get to the situation he was in - Ravenclaw's orchard had collapsed in half, and more and more people had begun to gather in this direction.

The light of various spells flew in the air, accompanied by the angry incantations of the Ravenclaw girls......

And, of course, there's Gran with his head in his hands

The cries of the little wizards of Fendor.

High up in the Ravenclaw Tower, one after another little wizards were poking out, or pouring out of the door at the bottom, and the grumpy ones even floated out of the windows with broomsticks.

Farther away, the Gryffindor lion cubs who were being set on fire had gradually shrunk into a circle, stabilizing the loose formation, and more and more melon-eating people were joining the "battlefield".

Time rewinds slightly to more than ten minutes ago......

Hogwarts, on the edge of the Quidditch pitch.

While everyone's attention was drawn to the young wizards in the court, Roger Davis tiptoed into the potato field of Gryffindor, carefully picking at the ripe potatoes in the field.

Since Hogwarts implemented the system of contracting vegetable gardens by house, Ravenclaw has eaten a whole week of vegetable and fruit feasts, although there is a little bread, but after the whole house is evenly divided, almost every person can get a tenth of a slice a day.

For this, the vast majority of girls are naturally quite happy, but this is a pain for the few boys.

You must know that although Elena did not limit the amount of meat supplied to each student, due to the long-term lack of starchy staple food intake, many Ravenclaw wizards experienced slight hypoglycemia.

In particular, the Quidditch players of Ravenclaw College, who exercise a lot on weekdays, generally feel weak and weak, and from time to time they feel flustered and dizzy, next to the Gryffindor table next door, where the full fragrance of potatoes and beef comes every day, can be said to be the most deadly temptation.

There is no doubt that as the place where the most intelligent people gather in the whole of Hogwarts, even if the young wizards of Ravenclaw do not understand the nutritional logic, the simplest "control variable method" can still be figured out.

The Ravenclaw wizards quickly found the element that most likely influenced these situations: potatoes, although bread counted—were naturally a cut above priority compared to grains that required secondary processing.

And at this time, they also unexpectedly learned that Gryffindor House planted a field full of potatoes.

Naturally, Roger Davis and the other boys got together and quietly discussed it, and decided to take turns to go to the potato fields on the Gryffindor side, and borrow a few potatoes from time to time to come back to satisfy their hunger.

Barbecue, this is the most basic cooking skill of human beings.

Even with little cooking training, it's still easy to bake a potato or two.

After the evening class, even the most reserved little witch, in the intoxicating fragrance of potatoes in the common room, could hardly control the saliva secreted from the bottom of her tongue and took the initiative to come to the fireplace.

With just a few baked potatoes every night, in just a few days, the little boys in Ravenclaw finally felt a little bit of house status—the girls of their own house were finally willing to talk to them.

You must know that although Ravenclaw is the house with the most girls in the entire Hogwarts, the vast majority of girls are the girlfriends of students from the other three houses, and there are very few people who will actually choose a boyfriend in this house.

With so many factors mixed in, even though they vaguely knew that it might not be so authentic, the Ravenclaw boys fearlessly formed a "vegetable stealing squad".

After all, from another point of view, it is clear that the other three colleges were the first to put their hands on their own "cabbage fields".

Unlike other houses' own vegetable gardens, as the Wood and Weasley brothers said at the beginning, Gryffindor's potato field is indeed the most hassle-free option, as it only needs to bury the potato germ in the soil, cast a spell and fertilizer, and leave it alone.

Because of this, Gryffindor's vegetable garden is arguably the least maintained in all of Hogwarts, and it's also the easiest to grasp the time pattern - staggering the morning and evening rush hours, and the rest of the time there is no one here.

Moreover, such a large potato field, even if there is an occasional lack of one or two potatoes, for the little wizards of Gryffindor, they will not be aware at all, and it is impossible for the big little lions to count the watermelons in the field every day, and whether the peaches on the trees have been stolen and eaten.

So, the previous few operations were quite smooth.

The little wizards of Ravenclaw unknowingly brought the potatoes back to the common room, and in the crackling warm fireplace, surrounded by the eyes of the girls of the same college, they were roasting the big round and plump potatoes in the most primitive and rough way.

Then, peel back the chapped skin, sprinkle a handful of artistic coarse salt on the fragrant, steaming starch interface, and snuggle up with the gentle Ravenclaw ladies...... Well, sorry, the last step is still in the plan for the time being.

But all in all, things seem to be going for the better as time goes on.

Until this time, it was Roger Davis' turn in the draw -

"Stop! What are you doing!"

Just as Roger Davis was crouching down, digging through the dirt and groping for a chubby potato, a voice of surprise suddenly came from above him.

Roger Davis, who was already a little thief-minded, was full of excitement, and quickly turned to look in the direction where the voice came from.

Not far from his upper right, a man in a Gryffindor gold red robe was looking at him with a confused face, and as Roger Davis turned around, Wood's expression gradually changed from confusion to surprise, followed by surprise and anger.

"Davis, how are you...... Wait, you won't be this?!"

Needless to explain, Oliver Wood came up with the captain of the Ravenclaw Quidditch team holding potatoes in his hand below, and a word that best describes the scene at hand popped into Oliver Wood's mind - everyone is stolen!

"Put down the potatoes in your hands! Davis, I can pretend that I didn't look at ......."

"Hey, you stop me!

Roger Davis rolled with agility, dodging the glow from Wood's wand, holding the big potato tightly with one hand, and without hesitation, pulling out his wand and pointing it behind his back with the other.

"Grinning hula!"

Compared to flying on a broomstick to cast spells, standing on the ground and aiming to cast spells is obviously more than a step higher.

Roger Davis's spell accurately hit Oliver Wood, who was flying in mid-air, and the next moment, Wood, who was hit by the Ticker Charm, trembled, gasped and laughed, and fell crookedly from the sky.

"I'm sorry, Wood...... I...... Tomorrow, please eat oranges. ”

Glancing at Oliver Wood, who was smiling and smiling, unable to move his breath, and could only lie helplessly in place glaring at him, Roger Davis hesitated slightly, and raised his wand to make up for it.

"It's all petrified. ”

It's impossible to give up, and going home empty-handed is definitely something that is unacceptable to Roger Davis.

It's not just a matter of potatoes, it's about his reputation and status in the academy.

You know, the boys before him managed to bring the potatoes back to the Ravenclaw common room.

As the captain of the Quidditch team at Ravenclaw House, he couldn't compare to the other boys, and he couldn't imagine the disappointed eyes of those little witches - one was not good, and his girlfriends might be someone else's next time.

Roger Davis took a deep breath, patted the dirt off his body, ignored the angry look in Wood's eyes next to him, and bent down again to start digging through the dirt to pick up the more beautiful potatoes.

For the little wizards of Ravenclaw, especially the girls, it is just as important to look good as to be delicious.

However, Roger Davies didn't have time to pick more potatoes, as Wood's presence often meant that the poor Gryffindor Quidditch team was about to start impromptu training, which meant ......

"Wood?!What's wrong with you!"

"Roger Davis?!What did you do?!"

Just then, Roger Davis heard two more voices singing and harmonizing from above, and saw two identical red-haired wizards flying towards him on broomsticks—the Weasley twin brothers of Gryffindor.

"Uh, this ......"

Roger Davis glanced at Wood, who had fallen next to him, and then at the two menacing Bludgers, and the corners of his mouth twitched.

In this case, most of the people can't explain the ins and outs calmly, and it seems that they can only temporarily retreat back to their own positions first, and with a big potato, at least it is not empty-handed.

"Oliver, lend me for the time being, and I'll give it back to you later. ”

Without the slightest hesitation, Roger Davis picked up the broomstick that Wood had left aside, and flew in the direction of Ravenclaw without looking back, holding the big potato head in his arms - big deal, and then send Wood an extra peach.

Looking at the Ravenclaw Quidditch captain who was fading away, the Weasley twins thought about it, and chose to go down first to check on Oliver Wood and ask what was going on.

"Oliver, what's going on?"

"yes, didn't you say training, how did you get to the potato field?"

After the Weasley twins lifted the spell with their help, Oliver Wood stood up, kicked the shallow pit beside him hard, and turned his head to look at the figure in the distance, with a terrifying look on his face.

"Apparently, the potatoes we grew were stolen by Ravenclaw. George, Fred, what are you still doing, tell everyone that the goal of today's training camp is to encircle and suppress Roger Davis and these vegetable thieves!"

"Potatoes, vegetable thieves?"

George Weasley glanced at the potholed potato fields and nodded in understanding.

On the other side, his twin brother had already flown into the nearby Quidditch pitch and began to shout out to the other Gryffindor team members, as well as the onlookers Gryffindor wizards, ready to go for the battle with excitement on their faces.

"Don't worry, Captain, we'll get you justice! ”

For Gryffindor's lion cubs, finding a reasonable starting point is a lot more interesting than just Quidditch training, not to mention that they have long been coveted by the Ravenclaw orchard.

For a whole week, there were potatoes on the table every day, not to mention fruits and vegetables, not even a plate of blueberry jam and strawberry jam, and the only condiment used to spread bread was mashed potatoes.

Now, since Ravenclaw had moved their potato fields first, it stands to reason that the Gryffindor House, as the creditor, had a good reason to scavenge for some fruit and vegetables to ease the monotonous potato feast of the week.

......

"Whew, did you finally escape......"

Roger Davis glanced directly behind him, and saw no frightening golden red figure, and let out a sigh of relief, adjusted the direction of the broomstick, and slowly floated in the direction of Ravenclawta.

Luckily, it looks like the Gryffindor guys have given up - yes, I guess it's just a potato......

Sou!

At that moment, a silver light flew past his ear, and the burning spell made his ear redden.

"There are many obstacles!"

"Legs stiffen!"

"Turn you into a pig!"

Immediately afterward, with the sound of various incantations, several more spell rays flew from afar.

Fortunately, due to the distance, most of the accuracy was much worse, so Roger Davis, who was the core of the Ravenclaw Quidditch team, easily escaped the spell from a distance.

Looking in the direction from which the spell was flying, Roger Davis's face froze, he had just stolen a potato, as if he had snatched the ancestral Quidditch trophy of Gryffindor House - in the right rear of him, almost all the golden red figures were everywhere in the eye.

Friday afternoons are considered free time, and many young wizards choose to fly around the Quidditch pitch with their broomsticks.

Therefore, in addition to the Gryffindor Quidditch team members, there were many Gryffindor seniors in the sky who carried broomsticks to Hogwarts, and even the few Gryffindor freshmen who were selected for the first-year Quidditch team also appeared in the sky......

For example, Harry Potter, Ron Weasley......

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