Charlie is an outdoor boy.

He had a broad face like a good gentleman, weather-beaten, and his face was covered with freckles, and looked almost brownish-black.

His arm muscles were strong, and on one arm was a large, shiny scar that had been burned by the flames. On top of his head was the Weasleys' characteristic red hair.

His face suddenly froze as he was talking and laughing with a few people, and his eyes were sharp at the few people who were walking towards them.

Charlie looked at the broomsticks that each of them was holding in their hands, and asked in a deep voice:

"What are you doing here, Avery?"

Slytherin's Quidditch captain, Nelson Avery, grinned, gestured twice with the broomstick in his hand, and said wildly:

"What else can I do, training."

"If I'm not mistaken, we came first. And Professor McGonagall has given us permission to train here. ”

Charlie's face was gloomy as water. The Gryffindors also gathered around with an unkind face.

"First come, first come? We came an hour ago and just went back to change into our training clothes. ”

Avery scoffed, "As for the Professor, Professor Snape has given us permission to train here." ”

"Then it seems that only those who are standing can occupy this place." Charlie stopped talking nonsense, and the wand was already in his hand.

"They want to deliberately sabotage our training time and improve our chances of winning the title."

Oliver Wood whispered to Nolin and the others. His handsome face was stained with a layer of silver frost, and it was clear that he was also angry.

"We didn't say that."

Avery sneered and drew his wand, and the others tossed their broomsticks aside. Dare to come over to find trouble, naturally come prepared, and even the substitutes have been brought over.

If you count the Nolin people, the number of people on both sides is about equal. But the gap in combat power is a bit big, and almost all of the Slytherin side are upperclassmen, on the other hand, Gryffindor is almost half of the lower and upper grades.

Zhang Qiu and Smith both put on a posture of imminent duel, they have no ill feelings towards Slytherin, but they still have to help Gryffindor in the fight.

Not to mention Cedric, whose strong sense of justice kept him on the sidelines.

But Norlin didn't want to fight. If you can't fight, it's too much of a loss to be confined for this little thing. He thought for a moment and said:

"There's no need to be confined for nothing. It's still early, you can wait until Gryffindor is done training. ”

He spoke in an adult tone, but he forgot that in the eyes of others, he was just an eleven-year-old first-grader.

Avery gave him a cold look and said coldly:

"If you don't want to cry, stay away, nerd. Walker Caro has thrown such a big face on you, it's really insulting to his last name. ”

Then there's not much to say.

He quickly raised his wand and aimed it at Avery's face, nearly plunging it into Avery's nostrils.

"Hurry up and be imprisoned!"

Avery was startled, took a few steps back, and let out a shuffled snarl of shame. The people around him saw that the situation was not good, and took the lead in throwing out a magic wand.

"Iron armor."

Norin smiled, and that was the case. After blocking the Bondage Spell, he shouted to the Gryffindor as he ran:

"Spread out, why are you going to squeeze a bunch when the fight starts?"

Charlie grinned, his burly figure did not retreat, but advanced, and roared:

"Cinnabar Flame!"

An unusually hot flame erupted, and Norin was stunned. No wonder Charlie went to Romania to raise fire dragons after graduation, and those who play with fire should stay with those who play with fire.

After the Slytherins barely stopped, many of them were blackened with smoke. Avery trembled with rage, and opened his mouth and shouted:

"Broken bones!"

Black face and white teeth, indescribably funny.

But Norlin was furious, and if the smashing spell hit the students, the lightest would be sent to the school hospital for rescue.

"Stop!"

The menacing Crushing Spell came to an abrupt halt in the air, its light dimmed.

Charlie unleashed the blow at random, and Wood and Angelina attacked as well. George and Fred, the two clever ghosts, have already run away from the cold gun.

The Quidditch pitch quickly became a battleground with all sorts of spells flying throughout. The two sides fought back and forth, and the tiger was vigorous.

The strength of first-year students is really not comparable to that of senior students. Norin was entangled by a big man with a dark face, and after running for a long time and not getting rid of it, he finally got angry:

"Cover your eyes!"

"Close your ears and listen!"

"Legs freeze instantly!"

A set of controls directly controlled the originally tall Slytherin student into a daze, falling to the ground and convulsing constantly.

Soon, Norlin began to gradually take control of the battlefield. After he eliminated his opponent, he observed the situation of the battle, and from time to time he threw a spell.

The speed was extremely fast and powerful, and the duel between the two people, who were originally evenly matched, was instantly upset in an instant.

Although the sneak attack was a bit shameless, the effect was surprisingly good. The Slytherins collapsed on the grass, leaving Nelson Avery struggling to hold on.

But he didn't last long, Charlie smiled, showed a row of large white teeth, and punched the bridge of Avery's nose as he was imprisoned by the curse.

There was a "click", and Norlin couldn't bear to look at it when he heard it.

Norin casually pulled off a silver-green hospital uniform, transformed it into a thick rope, and tied them all together.

The students of the Snake Academy all had blue noses and swollen faces, and their eyes were wide with anger. Charlie squatted down, patted Avery on the face, and said with a sneer:

"Next time, before you look for trouble, weigh your own pounds, understand?"

When had Avery received such an insult, gritting his teeth and spitting in Charlie's face.

Charlie reacted quickly and turned his head to dodge, sneering even more, and raised his right hand again.

"Stop!"

A stern voice made Charlie's hand pause. Charlie shook his face and lowered his hand in disdain.

Outside the court, Mrs. Hodge was running briskly, followed by Professor McGonagall and Professor Snape.

"Merlin's beard! You, you—"

Mrs. Hodge was so startled that her short hair stood on end, and she pointed at Charlie and they were speechless.

"Can anyone tell me what the hell is going on!"

Professor McGonagall's voice trembled. Her lips were pale, and her meticulous bun was scattered with a few strands of silver hair from running too fast.

She came to the center of the court and shouted.

Snape was silent, he looked at the pitch with a somber face, and finally skipped his gaze over Charlie and fixed on Nolin.

"That's right, Professor......"

Charlie didn't even bat Snape and explained the matter to Professor McGonagall in its entirety.

Professor McGonagall let out a faint breath, she naturally didn't want her college's student union to be the one who took the initiative to stir things up. Their performance on weekdays really made her afraid to be too reassured.

She glanced around, a hint of strangeness on her face, and asked:

"Mr. Davis, can you explain to me why you show up every time something like this happens?"