Snakes at Hogwarts

Chapter 132 The unique taste of wizards

Eleven o'clock at noon, Quidditch pitch.

This is an oval court 180 feet long and [-] feet wide, surrounded by a total of sixteen tower-like observation decks made of rough wood.

At this moment, the wooden shelves were already covered with brightly colored decorative flags, all of which were the most representative colors and logos of the four major colleges.

The entire stadium is completely open-air. In the central area is a large green lawn, and on both sides of the stadium, there are three golden goalposts of different heights.

It seems that Quidditch, like most ball games in the world, requires throwing and kicking the ball into boxes of different shapes and sizes.

But the biggest difference between them is that Muggles can only stay on the road.

But wizards can fly into the sky.

Under the force of Zabini and Pansy, they took the lead in climbing to the top of an observation deck and grabbed three front seats in a row, which was the place with the widest view in the entire stand.

I really don’t know why they go so crazy when it comes to Quidditch!

Even a weak little girl like Pansy can explode with such terrifying fighting power.

Looking angrily at Zabini and Pansy, whose faces were red and the excitement in their eyes was about to overflow, Andros leaned back in his chair and couldn't help but wear his clothes.

He was dragged up by the two men just now, and he went to see Merlin without even taking a breath.

what's the situation?

When did my physical strength become so poor?

Is it because I haven’t exercised for too long?

It is also worth mentioning that Draco still did not appear in the Slytherin square watching the game.

In fact, the dragon, which had disappeared all morning, was gathering at the entrance to the locker room with the remaining substitutes.

With the help of the brass telescope originally used for observing stars, Andros easily found Draco at the entrance to the dressing room.

At this moment, the guy was sticking half of his head out, looking around the stadium.

Her dazzling golden hair even shimmered in the midday sun.

Humph, this eye-catching hair matches Draco’s character very well!

Andros kept thinking in his mind.

"Look! The players are coming out!"

Amidst the cheers of the audience, the players of Slytherin and Gryffindor's Quidditch team appeared from the locker room almost at the same time. They walked towards the center of the field together, where Ms. Hooch Been waiting for a long time.

In the Gryffindor team wearing fiery red robes, Andros saw Harry at the back at a glance. Compared with his teammates, his body shape was quite different. The bean sprouts will break.

At this moment, the savior Potter's face was pale. He followed behind everyone, holding the broomstick tightly in his hand, and looked at Ms. Huo Qi nervously.

"I hope everyone can participate in the competition fairly and honestly." With the blessing of the amplification spell, Ms. Huo Qi's voice spread throughout the audience.

She looked at the two captains of the Quidditch team with sharp eyes like a hawk, especially the captain of the Slytherin team, Marcus Flint.

He was a big man over six feet tall, with a pair of gray eyes under a head of disheveled black hair, and a pair of very conspicuous big teeth.

It makes him look a little stupid.

I have to say that Marcus does have a bit of a resemblance to the giant monster that broke into the castle.

Maybe, that rumor is true, and their family really has troll blood?

Looking closely at Flint through the telescope, Andros finally came to this conclusion.

In the magical world, it is not impossible to have blood from other races.

To wizards, reproductive isolation across species has never seemed insurmountable.

If you pay attention to the magazines and newspapers in the wizarding world, it is not difficult to find that every once in a while, there are often rumors that a certain wizard has done something amazing.

It's like cross-species communication is no longer unacceptable in the wizarding world.

However, most of them chose humanoid beauties like Veela, which is understandable. No normal man would be able to control such a creature.

But when he thought that some wizards could actually accept giants or trolls, Andros felt a chill in his heart.

The taste of these wizards is too strong!

Even if the lights are turned off, the size is different!

He really couldn't understand how those crazy wizards could do this!

The scene was so beautiful that Andros really didn’t dare to continue thinking about it.

"Everyone, please ride on your broomstick! Du~~~"

Andros, who was so musing, didn't notice that while he was distracted thinking about these evil things, the game between Gryffindor and Slytherin had already begun.

With the whistle that resounded throughout the audience, fifteen broomsticks flew straight into the sky.

"The Quaffle was immediately snatched by Gryffindor's Angelina Johnson!" An explanation from above the teacher's seat brought Andros back to his senses.

He looked along the passionate voice. At the top of the teacher's seat, a little boy who looked older than himself was sitting there. That should be the highest position in the audience, and he could clearly see every move of the game. .

The boy held a microphone in his hand, and the sound came from it. On the table next to him, there was a very modern machine.

That thing looked like a radio station often used in the Muggle world.

To be honest, Andros never thought that he would see such modern things in the magical world.

That thing must have been magically modified, otherwise it would be absolutely impossible to operate normally in a place like Hogwarts where the magical magnetic field is extremely strong.

"Oops! The Slytherin team took the Quaffle away. Marcus Flint, the captain of the Slytherin team, got the Quaffle. He was a big guy who looked like a troll!"

"Jordan!" Professor McGonagall's voice came from the microphone.

She was standing not far from the boy. This old woman, who was usually strict, even fierce, looked no different from those little lions who had completely fallen into madness.

Fortunately, Professor McGonagall still retained her last sanity, and whenever the little boy acting as commentator above said something vicious about Slytherin, she was always able to stop it in time.

If I remember correctly, the commentator was Lee Jordan, a good friend of Fred and George.

I don’t know when I will get to know those two living treasures.

Then find a way to smooth out that map.

It's probably out of the question.

Who allows himself to be a Slytherin?

Presumably, those two brothers would not communicate with Andros through other means than pranks.

Andros' eyes drifted downward, and he glanced across the entire teacher's seat. For some reason, Dumbledore did not attend the opening game.

That old guy is busy with whatever he is doing all day long.

Behind Snape, Andros soon spotted the familiar figure.

At this moment, Quirrell was looking at the sky in trance, not knowing what he was thinking.

There might be some excitement next, Andros thought indifferently.

The savior really just fell to the ground and died, so what does that have to do with him, Andros Lobach?

Absolutely not.