Even though there were only three days of classes in the first week of school, Harry felt like he had had a tough week.

On his first day at Hogwarts, he was caught up in an accident when the wall between platforms 9 and 10 was blocked, making it impossible to take the Hogwarts Express. Finally, I thought of the method of driving to the castle, and I crashed the car into the beating willow, and was beaten by the beating willow for a long time, and even lost Mr. Wesley's car......

If it weren't for Mr. Wesley's later letter to Ron saying that they had done a good job, and that the Wesleys had been blessed with a luxury car called "Rolls-Royce" from Professor Dracula, Harry would have felt even more guilty.

The day after school started, Ron received a howling letter from Mrs. Weasley, and was locked up in a soundproof cover by Professor Dracula, shocked by Mrs. Weasley's loud yelling.

Not only that, but even after a few days, Hedwig was still angry with Harry for the catastrophic Flying Car trip, and feeding it several packets of jerky didn't ease the tension. In order to get revenge on Ron for driving, Hedwig even almost grabbed and ate his pet mouse, Spotted.

If it weren't for Spotted's own cleverness, which spotted Hedwig's malicious eyes in time and got into Ron's pants in fright, I'm afraid that the pet mouse that Ron inherited from Percy would have already become the unspeakable thing that fell in front of Snape that day......

Ron and Harry quarrel over their beloved Spotted.

These are all small things, and the most difficult is Professor Dracula's Defence Against the Dark Arts class, which Harry and other young wizards are suffering from. The feeling that the magic and physical strength of the whole body were squeezed dry, and they never wanted to experience it a second time!

Not only was Harry's first week difficult, but Ron's first week was even worse.

After Ron hits Willow with his car, the old wand he inherited from his home is broken.

However, the strapped Weasley family did not have enough Garon to buy a new wand for Ron, or even if the family had money, Mrs. Weasley would definitely refuse to buy a new wand for Ron, who had made a big mistake.

Helpless, Ron had no choice but to glue the wand with magic tape himself, thinking that he could make do with it for a semester.

But if just a few tapes will work, what else does the wizarding world need a staff maker to do? Ron's wand apparently didn't return to normal, crackling and sparking from time to time.

Especially during Friday morning Charms class, when Ron pronounced a spell, the wand flew out of his hand and hit the diminutive Professor Flitwick on the eyebrow.

Professor Flitwick snorted, and a large green bag immediately bulged above his eyebrows, fluttering and jumping.

For this, Professor Flitwick gave Gryffindor a rare deduction of points.

Not to mention the nightmarish Defence Against the Dark Arts lessons, Ron's wand in his hand was causing him so much trouble that he couldn't use even the simplest of spells.

In view of this situation, Dracula took "care" of Rondo, and from time to time cast a small spell on him for punishment, forcing Ron to cast spells with his tattered wand..........

As a result of all these sad circumstances, Harry and Ron were glad to have made it through Friday night.

The two of them lay on the bed exhausted, and immediately fell asleep, ready to sleep in the dark, and completely recover from the grievances they had received in the past half a week in their sleep!

……

Harry was woken up early in the morning by a burly figure. He would have wanted to sleep for a few more hours and sleep until noon.

"What...... What's the matter?" Harry squinted his eyes and said in a daze.

"Quidditch Training!" The burly man said, "Get up quickly!"

Harry rubbed his eyes, barely half-open and looked out the window, wondering if he had slept too long and lost track of time.

Outside the window of Gryffindor's bedroom, a thin layer of light mist shrouded in pink and gold in the sky, and the crisp chirping of birds could be heard outside.

"Oliver,"

Harry glanced disapprovingly at the burly young man beside him, and saw that he was the captain of his Quidditch team, Oliver Wood, "Genius is just dawning, are you misreading the time?"

"I didn't misread the time!" Wood's eyes sparkled with frenzy.

"It's part of our team's new training approach. Hurry up, grab your broomstick, and come with me." Wood said eagerly, "The other teams haven't started training yet, so we're going to roll them to death and defend our Quidditch Championship trophy!"

"Oliver, why do you have so much energy......" Harry looked at Wood's feverish eyes in disbelief, "Isn't it possible that even Professor Dracula's Perverted Defence Against the Dark Arts class will stop you?"

"I have to admit that Professor Dracula's class was really painful." Wood's eyes were a little scared, but there was a sense of comfort in them.

"But after the pain, just yesterday when I practiced Quidditch, I noticed that my stamina had gone up significantly! Oh my God, that's more than I've improved in the last year!" "That's why I've found that only extreme exercise can give us more improvement. From now on, our Quidditch training will be on par with Professor Dracula's Defence Against the Dark Arts class!"

Looking at Wood's solemn expression, Harry was horrified to realize that he wasn't joking at all!

"Oliver, I want to ask you a question......" Harry swallowed, "Are you really not masochistic?"

Wood: "......"

……

After all, Harry didn't say anything about Wood, and decided to follow his decision to Quidditch training.

He yawned, his legs still hadn't recovered from his Defence Against the Dark Arts training, and he got out of bed trembling slightly and began to look for his uniform.

When Harry arrived on the pitch, the rest of the Gryffindor team was already in the dressing room.

He was glad to see that Wood was the only one in the locker room who was fully conscious. Fred and George didn't seem to have recovered from the ordeal of Defence Against the Dark Arts either, sitting there dejected, their eyes puffy and their hair disheveled.

Next to the female players, chasers Katie Bell and Angelina Johnson sat across from each other, yawning repeatedly. ….

Seeing that everyone was there, Wood held up a large diagram of the Quidditch pitch with colourful lines, arrows, and crosses. He took out his wand and pointed it towards the board, and the arrows wriggled like caterpillars on the board.

In front of the sleepy Gryffindor players, Wood began to explain his new tactics. In fact, no one listens to it at all.

More than an hour later, amid the snoring in the locker room, Wood, intoxicated by his tactics, clapped his hands.

"That's the whole tactic!" He finally said, "Do you have any other questions?"

"Purr...... Snoring ......"

"Dare to love the tactics I worked so hard to tell you, and you didn't listen to a word, right?!" He said angrily.

"It's not like I didn't hear a word...... Fred rubbed his sleepy eyes and lifted his head from Angelina's shoulder, "I still heard a sentence - 'That's the whole tactic, how?'" Am I right?"

Looking at the disapproving expressions of the players, Wood was a little unhappy.

"Listen, guys," he said with a calm face, "we managed to win the Quidditch trophy last year because of a little luck and absolute strength. That's good!"

"But this year we have a more difficult task, the strength of the other teams will not stand still, we have to work 100 times harder to defend our title in the end!"

"That's all that said, now let's put the new theory into practice!" Wood exclaimed, grabbed his broomstick, and led the way out of the locker room.

And his teammates yawned and dragged their numb legs

Follow behind......

However, this week, Harry seemed destined to not be happy.

After they had finished explaining the tactics, not long after they had been training, a group of Slytherin Quidditch players in green robes approached the door.

There is a centuries-old habit in the Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry that when a lion and a snake meet, there will inevitably be a fight!

Sure enough, the two teams immediately got into a fight after they met.

Wood thought he had secured the court, and Marcus Flint, the captain of the Slytherin Quidditch team, took out the slip Snape had signed—

"I, Professor S. Snape, have allowed the Slytherin team to train at Quidditch today to train their new Seekers."

He stomped into the note.

The Gryffindor players then discovered that Sophomore Draco Malfoy had become Slytherin's new Seeker.

And he didn't rely on his own strength to become a Seeker, he relied on his rich father, Lucius Malfoy-

Lucius donated seven of the latest Light Wheel 2001 Broomsticks to the Slytherin Quidditch team, using Kryptonite's abilities to send Draco to the Slytherin team.

Naturally, the Slytherin team began to laugh at the old Sweeping Five broomstick in the hands of the Gryffindors, while Hermione, who was watching the game, sharply mocked Draco Malfoy for spending money to join the team. ….

Draco was upset about this, and cursed one of the most ugly words -

"Nobody asks you, you stinky little mudblood." He said viciously.

The vicious word "mudblood" used to describe a Muggle-born wizard completely detonated the battlefield, and the Gryffindor wizards roared and rushed to the opposite side.

Flint had to get in front of Draco to prevent Fred and George from pounce on him.

Ron, who had come with Hermione to watch Harry's training, angrily reached out and pulled his tattered wand from his robe, shouting, "You're going to pay for it, Malfoy!"

In a rage, he stretched his wand out from under Flint's arm and pointed it at Malfoy's face—

"Slug-votingChar!"

In a fit of rage, Ron remembered a spell that Fred and George had taught him, and he used it to the point of using a powerful slug......

…… And hit himself with unerring accuracy.

A loud explosion resounded throughout the stadium, and a green light shot out from the back of the wand and struck Ron in the abdomen, sending him staggering two steps and falling to the ground.

"Ron! Ron! Are you alright?" Hermione asked worriedly, crouching down.

Ron opened his mouth to say he was okay, but instead of spitting out, he burped, and several fat slugs spat out of his mouth and landed on his thighs.

Seeing this scene, the Slytherin players all collapsed with laughter.

Flint couldn't stop laughing, bracing the ground with Halo 2001. Malfoy fell to the ground laughing, two fists pounding wildly.

The Gryffindor team members gathered around Ron with worried looks on their faces, but no one wanted to touch him as he kept spitting out shiny, sticky slugs.

"Fred, George, you're his brother, take him to the school infirmary." Wood patted the Wesley twins on the shoulder heavily, and said to the two.

"What's that...... Captain, I think it's nice to have little Rollo just lying here." Fred glanced at Ron with some disgust and took a small step back, "If we get him to the school infirmary on the fourth floor of the castle, maybe he'll vomit slugs all the way, wouldn't that be a chance to give Snape a chance to deduct points for our house?"

"Ron, hold on, you can do it!" George and Fred kept moving forward and backwards, and also took a small step back and gave Ron a thumbs up, "Well done, Ron, at least you let us know that you learned the curse we taught you!"

Looking at Ron's unreliable two older brothers, Harry gritted his teeth and walked over to Ron's side first.

"We'd better take him to Hagrid, it's the closest." He looked at Hermione and said.

Hermione nodded bravely at this, and together with Harry, she endured her nausea and pulled Ron by the arm.

Fred was right, Ron did vomit slugs all the way, but luckily the Quidditch pitch was located far north from Hogwarts Castle, not too far from Hagrid's shack.

Harry and Hermione scrambled Ron to Hagrid's hut quickly, leaving a long, sticky trail on the ground......

Just as they were standing at the door of Hagrid's hut, raising their hands to knock, a silver-haired figure suddenly opened the door and stepped out of it.

Harry and Hermione were overjoyed to see someone coming.

"Professor Dracula, Ron has been spelled by the slug, can you help him get rid of it?" Hermione asked wistfully.

Dracula looked at the three little wizards in front of him in some surprise, and then glanced at Ron with interest.

"Of course, this counterspell is actually quite simple." He casually raised his hand, ready to lift Ron's curse.

At that moment, Ron couldn't hold back and spat out another shiny slug, which happened to land on Dracula's shoe.

The air was silent.

Dracula's gesture of raising his hand stopped.

"I suddenly forgot the anti-spell of the Slug Curse." He said coldly.

……

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