trainer at hogwarts

Chapter 138 “The next best thing”

Move when you say it.

Everyone went around the school to look for the lone bird and snake, then hid in the dark and maimed it, pretending to pass by as if nothing had happened.

Wow, an injured bird snake! Please don't be afraid, I'm here to help you!

If you encounter a wave of gentle-tempered ones that take them away, if you encounter a bad-tempered one, can you still defeat the bird and snake that has already lost its health? That would be too embarrassing!

...

The snake catching routine passed very peacefully.

With the domestication problem gone, Edgar and the others focused on Quidditch.

As usual, in the second week after Hogwarts arrives at Castiel Bruce, the two sides will have a school-based friendly match.

Castiel Bruce's teammates are naturally selected from the Quidditch club, and the players from Hogwarts... have not yet been determined.

Professor McGonagall is planning to hold a meeting tomorrow night to discuss candidates.

Don’t expect to win, and don’t lose too badly. The main reason is that none of the students who came here this time were from the school team.

However, as a national sport in the wizarding world, Quidditch is very popular, especially Gryffindors and Slytherins who are rushing to sign up.

"I'm really looking forward to it!" Edgar said excitedly, "I don't know what kind of opponents there will be here!"

"Hahahaha, you were kicked off three years ago and still want to represent the school? You'd better just stay put!"

Morris looked at it and thought, oh, it's a Slytherin. No wonder he is so skilled at sarcasm.

Edgar sneered: "Turns out he's the guy Alma doesn't like. Your mouth is as bad as ever!"

It turned out that this was the man Maxwell was talking about last time who had a love-hate relationship with Edgar and Alma... Morris could clearly see a few veins popping out of the man's head.

The guy had good self-control. He looked like he was ready to fight, but in the end he didn't make a move. He said a harsh word and ran away.

"Can't he beat you?" Morris asked curiously.

The Slytherins who fought with Thor and James last year were all very high-spirited. How could they leave after just a few words?

Edgar shook his head, his face showing no emotion or anger.

"We are about the same level."

"Eh? I thought you were going to have a fight."

"If we had been beaten in school," Edgar said, "this is not Hogwarts, and we cannot embarrass the school and our family."

Ah, this...these two guys have quite a high level of ideological consciousness.

It's a little different from the silly kid from a landlord's family in my impression.

...

Morris is not interested in Quidditch. The most important thing is that he doesn't want to go to meetings at night to discuss player quotas, and he doesn't want to use his rest time to train every day.

Professor McGonagall said very reasonably that those who had no intention of participating should not come. Therefore, several people who were not so keen on Quidditch took advantage of the professor's time to have a barbecue party.

"Hill, don't you live outside the castle? Find a place where we can go hunting and have a barbecue." A Hufflepuff student said in a familiar manner.

Morris raised his eyebrows. Barbecuing... is not impossible, but eating with these unfamiliar guys is not as good as eating with his own elves.

"Ah, sorry..."

"He has something to do tonight." Vera didn't know when she appeared next to him, looking at the students who were about to go to the forest to feast with dangerous eyes, "And I remember that our school rules seem to say that no food is allowed at night. Students, please leave the castle."

There is nothing scarier than seeing a principal about to break a school rule.

Vera smiled and said: "I will tell Minerva about this."

"ah……"

"At seven o'clock in the evening, there is an herbal cultivation area directly next to your house. There is a small garden next to it. I will wait for you there." Vera ignored the wailing of the students and said softly to Morris.

Morris hesitated and nodded.

Vera smiled and then disappeared in front of everyone.

Morris scratched his head, and while those guys were still crying and howling, he quickly ran away to avoid harming Chiyu.

...

Vera came to him probably to ask how he was thinking, and it happened that Morris also wanted to find an opportunity to resolve the matter. With the addition of Frozen Bird and Crystal Lantern Fire Spirit, he is now in a stable position and is not afraid of overturning at all. It can’t be that the world is full of pitfalls!

During the break, I ran back to the cabin and lay on the hanging chair.

ah! Life...should be leisurely!

"Master, won't you have class in the afternoon?"

Returning to the hut, Gardevoir naturally released his invisibility.

"Afternoon? Classes? What classes are there in the afternoon?" Lying in the hanging chair was so comfortable that I didn't want to move at all.

Gardevoir took out a course schedule and looked at it: "Potions class, Master, you have played the five-pointed star in this class, so you can't skip class."

Morris: "..."

"How about you go instead of me, Duoduo?" Morris came up with a good idea.

A question mark appeared on Gardevoir's head, and his expression gradually became serious. This was a precursor to preparing to train others.

Morris immediately gave up: "I'm just kidding, I, I'll just lie down for a while and go!"

"snort."

Alas, the happy time was too short.

...

The Potions Professor is an old man with gray hair and a very serious expression. He is actually very easy to talk to.

The old man is very nice. If you ask him any questions, he will answer them patiently and will not use offensive words.

This kind of professor is very lovable