Reincarnated in Britain, I go to Hogwarts

Holding a broom, Ans followed Truman and looked toward the Forbidden Forest not far away. Ans knew that in the near future, the lives of foreign and even local wizards would be buried there.

As for why he can see the choice of the battlefield, it is actually not his choice or even Dumbledore's choice, but based on the choice of the wizard of the island country.

They don't want to make a big fuss, worry about the big trouble they will cause, and they can't carry it. After all, white gloves are just gloves. They have to be thrown away when they are dirty, but they have to do something. If they don't do it, they are useless - and they have to still do it.

No one can understand the pain of living in the cracks.

In fact, it’s not that no one wants to help, but unfortunately, no one wants to raise a wolf that is not familiar with raising, so they can only rely on them to strengthen themselves.

Therefore, based on the foresight and hesitation attitude of the superiors, and not wanting to be blamed, the only choice is to put it in the deep Forbidden Forest and fight there. No matter what the outcome is, it can be said that things have been done to the superiors, and to Britain, It can also be said that no information can be transmitted, but it can also be said that information has been obtained.

No one knows the skills of surviving in the cracks better than them.

"Let's go, Ans, what are you looking at?" Cedric patted Ans on the shoulder from behind. "You want to go to the Forbidden Forest, right? I heard that the big black dog that guards the game is very ferocious. Really? If you go, how many people will you invite?"

Super fierce?

Big black dog?

Ans glanced sideways at Cedric, who looked serious, and chuckled. When the other party was confused, he shook his head kindly and left without saying anything.

"Huh? Huh!"

Cedric hurriedly chased after him, and with the eyes of those around him lamenting their youth, everyone came to the arena.

The first Quidditch match of the new semester was between Hufflepuff and Slytherin. Truman did not show any enthusiasm and courage. They were already used to it, especially when the opponent was Slytherin. when.

They are good at ignoring the rules and making 'little' moves, turning friendly ring competitions into underground unruled competitions full of maliciousness.

"Oh, by the way, you two are newcomers," Truman turned around and looked at the new little badger. "If nothing can be done, it doesn't matter if you fall off the broom. The venue has a protective spell, and the usual levitating spell can make you Land safely."

"Don't worry!" Cedric patted his chest, "I will definitely catch the Golden Snitch at the right time as soon as possible to end the game."

"Forehead--"

Truman patted Cedric's shoulder without saying anything, just patted him hard on the shoulder.

"Good luck. 』

"I will work hard! 』

Both sides saw the answers and responses they wanted in each other's eyes. Truman nodded solemnly, turned around and sat astride a chic and took off first.

The seniors also followed closely to clear the way for the juniors. Ansi did not do anything special. He was very orthodox and sat astride the 'lucky' transformation and successfully swept six stars.

He had made a mistake before, but he didn't expect that the latest 'Sweepsweep' series would be a six-star one. Fortunately, the order he placed at the broomstick store was for [the latest model of the 'Swisswipe' series].

Cheers rang out from the auditorium. In the stands, a Ravenclaw senior was acting as a commentator. He first introduced the Slytherin players who entered first, then the Hufflepuff players and focused on the rear of the team. two newcomers.

"The new Seeker! The only two handsome and sunny boys in the entire first grade!! Cedric!!!"

"The new batsman! The only two handsome and elegant boys in the entire first grade!! Ankunais!!!"

"The above two, regardless of whether you are male or female, if you want to attack, please hurry up!!"

Following the commentator's words, the senior students in the stands erupted in shouts that were no weaker than those of the boys. At this moment, all the girls regardless of the school united.

Unlike Cedric, who couldn't hear the shouts around him clearly, Ans only felt that they were too noisy, and there was an inexplicable shame spreading, even though being sent love letters, confessions, etc. Yes, but this way.

Now, I've heard the word "social death". Is this social death?Na! ! !

The autumn wind howls and rushes in the stadium. The approach of winter brings a bit of coolness to the bleak autumn wind.

Following Mrs. Hooch's whistle and the three balls jumping up, in Ans' sight, the Golden Snitch suddenly flew behind Mrs. Hooch, then nimbly flew to the stands to lurk, and then jumped up in front of the commentator. The head swings from side to side.

call out--

At the critical moment, he tilted his neck and let the Bludger whizz past.

"Don't be distracted, Ans!!"

Darby knocked the Bludger away with a stick, passed by the Slytherin player holding the Quaffle, shouted something to Ans who seemed to be in a trance, and was then killed by Slytherin's gorilla. Marcus accidentally dropped his broom with an elbow.

"Oh! My God! What is that?!" the commentator exclaimed. He was about to say that Ans was in a daze and almost got hit in the preliminary round, but found that his teammate fell off his broom. "Darby - fell! Less than 10 minutes into the game!!"

slam-la-

The audience exclaimed, and many students who happened to witness everything scolded Slytherin for not following the rules.

Melbourne, the captain of the Slytherin team, floated to Ans' side on his broom, smiling with his slicked-back hair.

"I'm sorry, junior, although what you have done recently... is quite good to be honest, but you have to understand that where you are, this is not your Muggle world, but... our world, but to be honest "We don't bother to bully a child, but here we are just competing, and competition means winning and losing."

After saying that, Melbourne left, as if he came here just to say this. A show of force and a warning were also a way to show off muscles and test.

After Mrs. Hooch checked Darby's injury, she determined that it was OK and sent him to the lounge. After confirming that there was no substitute, the game continued.

But as soon as the whistle continued to sound, the audience exclaimed again. Marcus used the Quaffle to 'throw' Truman. If only he could be gentler, Truman was staggered.

But fortunately, as a prefect, he had the heart that he would not be shot down for the second time, so he forced himself to hold the broom tightly, but soon, a figure rushed towards him, but unfortunately he was still dizzy.

"Is that the end?" 』

Truman watched with hazy eyes as the players with the Slytherin House emblem embroidered on them rushed toward him. He had been playing House Quidditch for many years, and he had seen many of their attacks that ignored the rules.

Sometimes, lying down is not because they want to lie down, but because they have to.

If you are tired, hurry up and fall.

But as he gradually woke up and the deafening cheers came from the audience, Truman woke up from the darkness. He opened his eyes and only saw a Slytherin player falling in front of him.

Truman opened his eyes wide and watched as one of Slytherin's chasers closed his eyes and fell peacefully, followed closely by his broomstick.

As his mind became clearer and clearer, the sound gradually reached his ears. Truman distinguished between the noise in the auditorium and his judgment of the current situation. He knew - Hufflepuff Batter scored a point!