There is a magical power to his Hogwarts.

Negative buffs such as foreign land, boarding school, boys' dormitory, etc., did not affect Bagir's unique love for the castle and even the school.

Every professor inside, except Snape, Quirrell. Dumbledore was the Headmaster, and it didn't count.

He got to know them as he got to know them.

They are no longer empty characters portrayed in a movie in just a few dozen minutes.

It's a kind teacher who accompanies you every day and does your best for your studies.

It's been less than a month together.

Professor McGonagall became Bargiar's favorite teacher, if not one.

She is a stern witch.

She loves plaid patterns, and her dressing gown, travel bag, and handkerchief are all plaid lace.

She has also always been serious and impartial in everything.

Quidditch is the exception.

Bagill has always been curious about this.

Especially when Ron didn't get the inside story.

Nick, who was almost headless, also understood this.

But today, he may be on the verge of a mistake.

Bajir wasn't going to get excited about that.

The gloom brought about by going to work and school on holidays cannot be dispelled by anything.

"It's all going back to 7th year, you Professor McGonagall."

"At the time, she was still a Seeker."

"She's decided to graduate and go to the Ministry of Magic to give up Quidditch."

"It was a final, Gryffindor vs Slytherin."

"The outcome of this match determines the Quidditch Cup."

"However, when McGrid was about to touch the Golden Snitch and make a perfect end to her Quidditch career—"

Nick lengthened his tone.

Bagir still had a gloomy face.

But the students gathered around gave Nick the motivation to keep talking.

"Boom! A Bludger. Bang! Armed with a bat, he struck McGrid in the chest and head one after the other. ”

Ron, Neville, Seamus, Dean from the next bedroom stood up and said in unison, "It's Slytherin!" ”

Nick nodded, "The result was that Slytherin was convicted of a violation, but Gryffindor still lost the game despite the loss of a Seeker. ”

"From now on, seeing the Slytherin Quidditch team lose a match is a long-cherished wish of McGrid!"

"Every game with Slytherin, she doesn't pull a single one."

Nick focused on Baguil.

He doesn't seem to have given up yet.

"Speaking of Quidditch. You must be wondering when your flying lessons will start? ”

"Let me inform you in advance, just this Thursday, you're going to have your first flying lesson!"

Baguir is still not moving.

Even the little wizards of all the wizarding families around them began to get excited.

But he is an exception.

Because his parents were killed by Death Eaters playing Devon's most popular aerial collision.

Before he awakened his memory, he didn't like the little wizards of the average wizarding family who liked Quidditch.

But the movement in the mouths of the little wizards around him still caught his ears.

They all discussed their local broom games.

Ron of Devon was the first to stand up.

Tells about the knight movement in the sky, the air collision game.

Each of them holds a round-headed long stick in their hands, and like knights, they use a broomstick as a horse to face each other in the sky.

Up to the last digit.

And he, Ron himself, was the greatest knight.

No little wizard can survive his gun.

A young Hufflepuff wizard claiming to be from Herefordshire stepped forward.

He called the mid-air collision too savage and did not show the skill of riding a broomstick.

Their Herefordshire inverted broomstick is the sport that best showcases a rider's skill.

Set a pig's bladder in heaven.

Athletes at the same distance, take off.

Ride the broom upside down and hit the bladder with the end of the broom.

The winner is the fastest to reach 50 points.

Seamus held his glass aloft, expressing disdain.

Originally from Ireland, he began to introduce the broomstick game in their hometown, the stilt fire barrel.

Each athlete holds a goat gallbladder known as a dom.

A wooden barrel that is fast through and is pierced high in the air on stilts.

In the end, the one who does not catch fire is the winner.

It's the perfect combination of skill and courage.

Riding a broom upside down is nothing more than juggling!

.......

Finally, Ernie McMillan of Hufflepuff from Scotland stepped up.

"All of you here, the sports you talk about are rubbish."

"There's no sport quite like our Scottish overhead crucible."

"It is the symbol of courage, the greatest test of manhood and courage."

The scene fell silent.

Ron muttered reluctantly, "This is Raippi!" ”

None of the Gryffindor tables came out to refute it.

After they heard the name of this movement.

Bagir's curiosity was finally piqued.

"Tell me about it?"

Bagill's outstanding performance in class, his boldness, defiance of rules, and handsome appearance that made him undoubtedly the leader of their class of Gryffindor.

In other colleges, he is also quite famous.

So, when McMillan saw that it was Bagil, he immediately nodded.

"It's a game of courage in the face of death and blood!"

"Twelve athletes with crucibles on their heads."

"Above them, there are as many as a hundred enchanted large and small stones that have been suspended a hundred feet above the ground!"

"As soon as the competition starts, the athletes take off and catch the stones with the crucibles above their heads."

"The athlete who receives the most and survives is the winner!"

The more Seamus spoke, the more excited he became, and finally he recited poetry.

Twelve handsome and strong sons

Gather in the arena,

Quietly with a crucible on his belt

Waiting to fly,

Hear a trumpet,

They leapt swiftly into the sky,

However, the athletes of the ten heroes

Doomed to death.

Finally, he lamented: "It is a pity that the overhead crucible was made an illegal sport in 1762. ”

Bagill grew his mouth and didn't make any sound.

It's like falling under a tongue curse.

No wonder no Gryffindor stepped forward, this is a complete dimensionality reduction blow.

Twelve athletes, just two?

Such a large mortality rate.

There is a reason why there are fewer wizards in Scotland.

........

Thursday seems to be here in the blink of an eye.

In the morning, almost all the students were immersed in the upcoming flying lessons.

For the first time, Hermione didn't pester Bajir anymore.

She kept muttering to the others about the flight instructions from Quidditch Origins.

Say it's another good chance to add points.

Let's work together to win this year's House Cup.

Bagill thought it was futile.

Everyone is a classmate, and the little wizards of the wizarding family, except for Neville, have all played with brooms.

Hermione had only read books, and she would only be annoying to her.

No, except for Neville, everyone showed a look of disgust.

Neville was the only one who listened intently to every word Hermione said, eager to hear something useful that would help him sit firmly on his broomstick.

Even Harry, who thought he was going to make a fool of himself in flying lessons, didn't listen carefully.

Instead, he was asking Ron about his flying skills.

Hermione didn't pay any attention, still immersed in her speech.

Just when Bagir couldn't help but want to warn her, the postmen arrived.

Hermione kept her mouth shut.

Bagir looked enviously at the other students who had letters to collect.

He was an orphan and reluctant to subscribe to a newspaper.

So no one will send him a letter.

Harry too, he didn't hear anything from Hagrid except for Hagrid's text message in the first week of September.

Now, the two have become brothers.

No, there is one more.

It's Malfoy at the Slytherin table.

At the beginning of the school year, he would often have an owl bring candy.

Then the Slytherin table was triumphantly dismantled and distributed to the surrounding students.

But lately, he doesn't seem to have an owl to send anything.

The two who followed him, the little chubby Dun Goyle and Crabbe, who looked like gods, didn't pay much attention to him.

He's more of a henchman now.