Hogwarts is peaceful.

Even though Headmaster Dumbledore was taken away by the Ministry of Magic, there were no other anomalies in the school other than the initial riots.

With the support of several deans and professors, the entire school is still running smoothly.

The only people who might be unhappy with the headmaster's departure are the students in the upper grades, where the fifth and seventh grades have a big exam, and in them, Defence Against the Dark Arts occupies an extremely important place.

However, everyone already has an idea of what the Defence Against the Dark Arts professor is at the school.

First, second, and even third-year students may just hate his inaction and stupidity, but this is a fatal thing for students from the fifth grade onwards.

Normally, Professor Dumbledore substituted for them, but now that was no longer possible.

"If only Professor Troka could come back."

In the first two days of class, such exclamations echoed in the school, and there were even some highly motivated students who planned to apply for related matters jointly.

Exams!

Exams!

Although on the surface it advocates a relaxed and happy education, those hard indicators in society do not matter what situation you encounter in your school.

Even if the head of Slytherin, the big viper named Snape, came over and substitute taught, at least teach something useful!

However, this idea of theirs did not come true.

In the same way, Snape's thoughts didn't come true, because on the first day of resuming classes, they met a new substitute teacher for the Enhancement class—a cute little old man who looked skinny but was very energetic and often carried a small suitcase.

And he also has a resounding name: Newt Scamander.

He is responsible for teaching students in grades 5 and 7 who are about to take exams, giving them advanced classes and preparing them for exam revision.

"That's nice......"

In the auditorium, when they saw the comfortable expressions of the senior seniors, including the prefect Gabriel, the junior students like Ernie and Justin could only secretly sigh with envy.

Now, about a week after the so-called werewolf attack, the new Professor Newt has gained the support of the students.

Even on the grapevine, students often heard Professor Quirrell huddled in a corner alone and muttered to himself.

"I'm the Defence Against the Dark Arts professor."

"I did a lot of preparation for that."

"He Scamander knows what Dark Arts defense."

Regardless of whether Quirrell himself said this or not, gossip like this was already everywhere, and there was obvious resentment and anger in it.

After all, what can a teacher like Quirrell teach?

But it is useless to create rumors, complain behind your back, or even write a complaint letter.

It is said that Gryffindor's Hermione Granger has been working hard to get Professor Quirrell out of school, and has written many letters of complaint for this, but all of them have been lost.

In desperation, the children's emotions can only converge into a helpless emotion:

"So, why is our teacher Quirrell, and I want to hear Professor Scamander lecture too."

Sighing like this, Ernie just struggled to fork the pie on his plate with the fork in his hand.

"I've had enough of that kind of dry class that only knows how to read textbooks, and that Quirrell guy doesn't know what's going on, his mental condition is getting worse and worse, and he is still distracted in class!"

Without any respect at all, not even the basic respectful title of 'Professor', Ernie glared viciously at Quirrell, who was still eating.

But the Defence Against the Dark Arts professor didn't seem to notice anything, and just sleepwalked and took a sip of pumpkin juice from his cup.

His complexion was no longer ruddy, but strangely pale, and his eyes protruded outwards like a sick ghost.

"I don't even know what this guy did."

After retracting his gaze from the guy's face, Ernie couldn't help but mutter.

"Connor, what the hell are you talking about Quirrell?"

"It's hard to say."

Looking at Quirrell's sick state as well, Connor just shook his head.

"I always felt like that guy had fallen under some kind of curse."

Ernie whispered.

"He's not going to meet something, is he?"

Although it was crooked and there was no evidence, Ernie was really right.

"Well, that's not something we should worry about."

With a casual remark, Connor dispelled Ernie's curiosity that didn't last for three minutes.

"Anyway, no matter what happens to Quirrell, don't we rely on self-study now?"

"That's right...... But I just don't feel good, and now I feel like Defence Against the Dark Arts class is useless for anything other than sleeping. ”

"Okay, don't think about that kind of thing, anyway, there won't be classes today."

Seeing Ernie complaining like a resentful woman, Justin couldn't help but pat him on the shoulder.

"Besides, there's a Quidditch match today."

"Yes, yes, Quidditch."

After saying this, Ernie opened his mouth and swallowed the almost chopped pie in front of him, and licked the plate without any image.

"Have you finished eating?"

"I'm done."

Justin spoke.

"Me too."

Wayne added.

The three of them looked at each other, and finally turned their gaze to their last roommate.

"Connor, what about you?"

"Well, I'm pretty much there."

Connor nodded slowly.

"Since you want to go to the arena, let's go first."

A week after Halloween, the Quidditch event at Hogwarts was officially opened, much to the excitement of many young wizards.

Not for anything else, but purely because Quidditch itself is a very popular and very popular game.

Every year, in the daily Prophet's public poll rankings, Quidditch is firmly at the top of the list.

And that's what confuses Connor:

Why is Quidditch so popular?

Completely different from the basketball and soccer games of the common people, the modern Quidditch that is popular today adds a character who clearly disrupts the balance: the Seeker and the Golden Snitch.

While teams in regular events can take advantage of the infinite time and unlimited field to gain hope of scoring, Hogwarts is a different story.

In order to prevent the students from running to other places, the Golden Snitch's flying field was also restricted, and most of the matches within the academy were almost a duel between Seekers.

Basically, whoever gets the Golden Snitch wins.

Is there anything to see in such a competition?

The answer is...... Some.

One is the Gloria Seeker: Harry Potter, the youngest in history and joined in the first year, while the other is a traditional Quidditch ability:

'Knock'

Less than three minutes into the game, Slytherin's captain and chaser, Marcus Flint, snatched the batter from his own batsman and smashed it on the head of Gryffindor's goalkeeper and captain, Oliver Wood.

From this point on, the whole game has turned into a fight.