HP: How come time travelers also do wholesale? - Chapter 12 Brother Wu, forget it

Speaking of Quidditch...

We have to talk about Wood.

After training every day, Yan Ming almost crawled back to the dormitory. I don’t know where he got the willpower to finish a set of stretching and go to bed.

Maybe it was the painful instinct of being a sports student during those years.

"What I mean is, what if those Slytherin guys cheat on us during the competition?" Yan Ming thought about what they would do in the original work, and Wood was knocked to the ground at the beginning.

Wood calmly knocked away a ball from Angelina and asked, "What do you think of our victories over the years?"

"If they still don't give up, beat them up."

"Every year, we do the same thing and still lose."

"Well, if you still don't give up, beat them up."

Yan Ming:? ?!

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It was a sunny day for Quidditch, and Hermione was eager to try, so she rolled up her sleeves and prepared to order Quirrell's robes. It was boring to order Snape's robes, but they were all her own. She had to escort Harry.

Ron smiled without commenting, sitting in the audience and watching the game with a telescope.

In the waiting area, Yan Ming saw with his own eyes that Wood stuffed a stick into his pocket that was the same one that Fred and George used to hit the bludgers away.

Looking at Yan Ming's shocked expression, Fred realized that it was his first time on the court, so he smiled and explained, "Wood is taking precautions. Those guys will definitely play some tricks again."

Seen it.

This is not Wood anymore, you should call him Brother Wu.

When the game started, Yan Ming chose a conservative strategy and waited for the Golden Snitch to appear. Gryffindor was indeed strong. As a professional goalkeeper, Wood blocked three balls in the first ten minutes. Angelina lived up to expectations and scored two goals to win 20 points for Gryffindor.

Yan Ming controlled the Light Wheel 2000 and watched the show in the sky, which was very enjoyable. Is there anything more enjoyable than watching a movie from a first-person perspective? If there is, it must be the 3D pure immersive version!

When the captain of Slytherin saw that his team had not made it for a long time, he became anxious and ordered his teammates to use some dirty tricks.

The commentator and the Gryffindors became excited.

"Wow! Look! Wood once again took out the bat that he had hidden on his body at some point and hit the Bludger that was hit by Slytherin's despicable behavior back!"

Only the first graders were confused: What the hell?

Ron took off the telescope from his face and his expression was dazed for a moment. Aren't there only two batsmen?

"Good hit, Wood! Hit them!" Fred and George clapped their hands and cheered for Wood.

Hermione hid under the wooden boards of Quirrell's stand and rubbed her hands. She couldn't wait to set the fire.

Wood swung the bat and smiled at Marcus, who was furious: Didn't expect that?

Yan Ming clapped his hands from high in the sky.

Snape did his best to chant the counter-spell while stomping hard on the wooden board under his feet. Hermione realized that Quirrell had taken action and quickly chanted the spell:

"The flames are blazing!"

A spark of fire should have gone towards Quirrell's feet, but somehow it turned in the air and set Snape's robe on fire.

Snape:? ? ?

Hermione panicked for a moment. No, she was angry at Quirrell, so how could her anger spread to Snape? !

But the scene still fell into chaos.

Snape was in a hurry and took advantage of the chaos to slap Quirrell in the face, successfully making him fall down and stop chanting the spell.

Quirrell: What hit me?

Then he dived in that direction, with the Slytherin Seeker following closely behind.

The other members of Slytherin wanted to use underhanded tricks to stop Yan Ming, but they were blocked one by one by Wood. Wood smiled brightly, but those Slytherin members inexplicably felt a chill creeping up their backs.

Yan Ming's heart was actually quite complicated at that moment, thinking, why did it have to be me? Why did I have to become Harry and live his life? I had to pull up the broom when it was close to the ground. Could he do it?

At the same time, he couldn't resist the excitement that overflowed from the depths of his heart as the wind blew across his cheeks. This extreme sport made him excited from the bottom of his heart.

Yan Ming felt that he could no longer hear the cheers around him, only the whistling of the wind.

……

When Yan Ming came to his senses, he was already lying on the ground gasping for breath, holding the Golden Snitch in his hand.

Won?

[Congratulations to Brother Yan!!! You got your first Golden Snitch in your life! ]

The system was now playing tricks in Yan Ming's mind.

Gryffindors were shouting and celebrating their victory again, while Slytherins were gritting their teeth in hatred. They had been suppressed by Gryffindor for many years! Why was it still like this this year?

Are they going to miss the College Cup again?

Malfoy, who was clapping and sincerely congratulating his friend, stood out among the Slytherins. Ron from Ravenclaw was not so obvious because only they knew that it was not easy for Yan Ming to win, after all, he was not the real Harry Potter.

However, the fact that Yan Ming didn't catch the Golden Snitch with his mouth made Ron Malfoy and the others a little disappointed, because they couldn't see the famous scene...

After the game, Wood tried to carry his bat and seek revenge on those bastards. The Gryffindor Quidditch players pulled Wood back together, saving the Slytherin Quidditch players from disaster.

"Brother Wu, forget it."

The system looked at all this and dug up Wood's character information from his previous life.

System: ...Fortunately he is Wood.

Today's Quidditch ends like this.

In the evening, by the familiar Black Lake, Yan Ming, Hermione, Ron Malfoy and Hannah sat in a row, staring at the lake and chatting.

"I really want a cell phone..." Hannah sighed, "There's not much entertainment here. I can't even buy the type of novels I want to read."

Malfoy looked at the waves on the lake surface frequently stirred up by the stones and counted them. Yan Ming's throw made five splashes, and the boy's strange desire to win was aroused.

"I will join Quidditch next year too!" Malfoy said, "Let's see who is better then, Harry!" He smiled and threw a stone, making six splashes.

"No problem! We have to play the game fairly. Let me make it clear first, tell your players not to cheat, because we really can't stop Wood." Yan Ming smiled and stretched out his hand. Malfoy understood and they clasped their hands together.

"I didn't expect that I could still support CP on the spot!!"

"Ah?" Hermione was stunned, "Hannah, you're not right."

Ron stood aside enjoying the cool evening breeze.

Malfoy turned around and looked at Ron with shining eyes: "Teacher, you should also join Quidditch! Let's compete together next year! Let's see which house will win!" Yan Ming also looked at Ron with expectation at this time.

Ron, the person involved, remembered the captain and shook his head helplessly: "Let's talk about it during the selection next year." This answer did not clearly indicate whether the teacher would join or not. Anyway, Malfoy felt that the teacher would definitely join.

Hannah and Hermione were excited.

"Ahhh! Three-legged tripod!"

"Tripod! What...?"

Wizard chess is a bit like international chess, and Hannah has always been interested in it, so she went over to watch.

"General, haha, I won again, sorry~"

"Ah! Justin, you are so amazing! You beat three seniors in a row!!"

Hannah looked at the winner with a smug look on his face. If she remembered correctly, he was also a freshman this year. His name was Justin Finch-Fletchley?

When Malfoy returned to the common room, he felt that everyone in the common room was in a bad mood. After all, it was another failure and no one would feel good about it, let alone the proud Slytherins.

When Malfoy sat down, Pansy began to complain depressedly: "I didn't expect Slytherin to actually lose to Gryffindor. I always thought those were rumors before I entered school."

Even Crabbe and Goyle rarely made a few complaints.

Marcus was in a very bad mood, but the Slytherin members who were used to it didn't say anything. After Charlie, it was Wood's turn, and now Harry Potter, who joined in the first year, came before Wood graduated.

Malfoy smiled and comforted him, "It's okay. I will also join the Quidditch selection next year. Maybe we will win next year. Blaise, Theodore, do you want to join?"

Theodore was a little surprised, "I thought you would prefer those Gryffindors." Blaise didn't say anything but nodded. It's just Quidditch.

"Just because I'm friends with them doesn't mean I will give up the honor to others." Malfoy smiled and showed good manners in every move. Blaise smiled and said, "It seems like you are not as crybaby as before? Young Master has grown up."

"Come on, Draco! You can definitely beat those Gryffindors!" Pansy instantly turned into Malfoy's little fan girl with her eyes shining.

Even though he was facing seniors who were several years older than him, Malfoy was still imposing and did not show any sign of weakening.

"I want to win fairly and honestly based on my own strength, not by being clever."

Theodore frowned in surprise when he heard this: "This doesn't sound like something a Slytherin would say?" Blaise then read the Daily Prophet: "At least he is still the Master Malfoy we are familiar with."

Marcus strongly disagreed with what Malfoy said, but he couldn't afford to offend the other party's background, so he could only say: "Let's talk about it after you come in."

It seems to have fulfilled the hand that was not held in the original book.

If you think too much, you won't be able to sleep.

Yan Ming leaned to the side, habitually put one hand under the pillow and closed his eyes to try to fall asleep, but he couldn't help but ask the system in his mind a question.

(System, if the Harry in the original book met the current Malfoy, would he be friends with him?)

[If Ron is a professor, he probably will. ]

(Your answer is the same as no answer...)

Yan Ming was a little speechless, he closed his eyes and rolled his eyes.

Hearing the faint snoring of his other roommates, Yan Ming finally sat up and opened his eyes.

Hermione in the girls' dormitory next door was chatting with her roommates, and then she found that her roommates all thought that the relationship between Malfoy and Ron was a bit awkward.

Hermione was shocked: Calm down! They are teacher and student!

What an age difference!