Harry Potter: Badger's Flathead

Weekend mornings are always so beautiful, of course! Except for some poor children who were dragged out of bed so early in the morning that they didn't even have time to eat breakfast.

Harry didn't even know how he got to the dressing room. Fred and George were sitting on the small bench doubting their lives, with puffy eye circles and yawning profusely.

Aaliyah, who was in fourth grade, dozed off while leaning against the wall. The two Chasers, Katie and Angelina, also sat on their chairs and yawned, so sleepy that they burst into tears.

The reason is nothing else, because last year Harry missed Quidditch when he was taking a break in the school infirmary, causing Gryffindor to lose. There was no other way, who prevented him from doing ten backflips in a row to prove that he was fine!

"Cheer up, little lions, other academies haven't started training yet this year, so we have to seize the opportunity! What did Alvin of Hufflepuff say? Yes! We are going to kill them!" (?◣ д◢)?

Harry: "...Then at least let us have breakfast!"

When Wood heard this, he remembered and took out several boiled potatoes with skins from his arms.

"I almost forgot, eat up! By the way, listen to my tactics. I have been studying them all summer. We will definitely win the championship this time."

George looked at the skinned potatoes in his hand and looked at Wood expressionlessly.

"I remember Alvin said that he has asked the kitchen to try not to do this kind of cooking. How many days has it been? Where did you get this thing again?"

Other teammates also looked at Wood in agreement. They had eaten fried potatoes, stewed potatoes and choked potatoes for several days. They were no longer willing to accept this simple cooking method because they were so hungry.

"The kitchen needs some mashed potatoes. I brought them as soon as they came out of the pot. Eat them quickly. You can practice well after eating them!" Wood took the lead in taking a bite and talking about his tactics while eating.

Harry remembered that there were pork and celery buns this morning~

……

"Ah~ Soothing." After taking a sip of millet porridge, the warm liquid flowed into his stomach. Ivan couldn't help but hum. Then he took a big bite of the fragrant meat bun with a happy face.

The elf's craftsmanship is really good. (..＞?＜..)

The two of them finished a bun, and when Alvin was about to take the next one, Draco appeared.

"Evan, look! I joined Quidditch." Draco showed off in his team uniform.

"Oh, congratulations!" Alvin took another bite of the bun.

"I know you're not interested, but today is my first training. Do you want to come and take a look?" Draco looked forward to it.

"Okay, but you have to wait until I finish eating." Ivan agreed after thinking about it.

"Great! I'm leaving first." Draco said, took two buns on the Hufflepuff table and walked out.

After Draco left, Alvin suddenly remembered that Hermione and the others had also brought a few buns to see Harry, and it seemed that Harry would also go to train.

Looks like I need to get some plastic cups so I can take out porridge and soy milk.

……

Wood led the players out of the locker room in high spirits, and Harry and the others followed behind them with numb expressions. They stayed in the locker room for a long time, and the sun had already risen when they came out.

When they walked into the stadium, they saw Ron and Hermione eating delicious meat buns in the stands. He got on his broom and flew to them.

"Aren't you finished practicing yet?" Ron asked, holding the bun in his mouth.

"We haven't started practicing yet. Wood is telling us tactics. Give me a bun quickly. I'm so hungry!" Harry took the bun handed over by Hermione, stuffed it into his mouth, and then flew into the sky to practice with Wood and the others. .

"Who is that?" Fred asked.

Harry looked at the place where Fred was pointing in the sky and saw that it was Colin, his fanatic, taking pictures, and he quickly distanced himself from it.

During this period of time, he first had to avoid that bastard Lockhart asking him to help him reply to fans' letters, and the second was to avoid this little tail.

"Is that freshman a spy for Slytherin?" Wood stopped and asked, his voice a little angry. The Gryffindor Quidditch captain was already going crazy about the champion.

"No, he's Gryffindor."

"And Slytherin doesn't need spies. Look at that patch of green. They came on their own." Fred said, pointing to the patch of green uniforms below.

"Damn it! I've reserved the stadium today, and I can't let these Slytherins steal it!" Wood's voice became a little irritable.

After Alvin had eaten, he walked slowly to the Quidditch field. As soon as he arrived, he saw two teams confronting each other. Draco was saying something to Harry proudly, and Harry was also responding. It seemed that the two of them were playing something. bet.

It didn't seem like anything, at least he didn't see any tension between the two of them, and George and Fred even smiled and said something to Draco.

But he soon felt something was wrong. Slytherin's senior didn't know what he said, and the faces of Wood and others suddenly fell down.

"Oh? There's a good show to watch! Are we going to start a fight? Hehe~" (? ? ?)?

The melon-eating soul burned, and Ivan immediately quickened his pace, preparing to watch the show live!

"Even if you are well-equipped, you may not win. Besides, this is a contest between Harry and Malfoy's seekers. Why are you arguing!" Hermione's voice was a little angry.

Harry and Malfoy were just competing to see who had better skills. Before they even said anything, these seniors were so excited that they actually became sarcastic.

"Shut up! You have no business talking, you dirty mudblood!" Flint said viciously to Hermione.

"Hey! Hey! Hey! What did you say!" Draco was shocked, how could he talk to our elder sister who is so good at blowing! You still dare to mention this word, forgetting how Carlo was punished by the dean!

Since Ivan's heartfelt words last time, Draco has decided to give up these bad behaviors. Although he is still arrogant and mean, he no longer has the mentality of insulting people's happiness.

He wants to be a quality playboy!

Hermione was also stunned for a moment, and then the ends of her eyes turned red, and she became visibly sad.

"How dare you!" Arya screamed, pulling Hermione into her arms.

"You'll pay for this!" Ron raised his wand.

But before he could cast the spell, another deep voice containing anger that was about to explode came from the side.

"You! What did you say..." Ivan had frost on his face.

"Evan! That..."

"None of your business! Where did the Mudblood come from!" Flint blurted out without even thinking! Draco, who was about to explain, was stunned.

Draco: This teammate is really a cheat!

"Okay, okay~ It seems that Carlo's warning to you is not enough!" After three good words in a row, Alvin no longer planned to apologize and settle the matter.

"What do you want!" Flint just spoke without thinking. This time he looked carefully at Alvin's face before he recognized who it was, but he was not afraid. He was a senior in sixth grade. He could still...

"Fuck you!"

"What do you think I can do!" (╬▼伀▼)○=======#(￣#)3￣)

Before anyone could react, Alvin grabbed the broom from George's hand and hit Flint on the head with a stick from the broom handle.

"What do you think I can do!" (╬▼伀▼)○======(#??)3(??#)

"What can you do to me!"(╬▼伀▼)○=====(#)???? 3*(#)

"You're a Mudblood, aren't you? You're superior, aren't you? You're pure, aren't you? You're crazy about me, aren't you!" (╬▼Van▼)○====

Ivan ferociously swung the stick and smashed it at Flint, who was curled up on the ground. Each stick was used with force, and the sound of broken bones reached everyone's eardrums.

A group of people were so frightened that they stood still and did not dare to move! In the end, the broken broom head fell on Wood's face to bring him back to his senses.

At this time, Wood saw that the broomsticks had been shattered, and Flint was beaten so hard that he fell to the ground and twitched. The sound of broken bones in his ears reminded him of Alvin's ruthlessness.

Ivan still has control of his strength. If he wasn't afraid of entering Azkaban, he could kill this guy directly! Why don't you have a long memory? The last time I beat Carlo, I beat him lightly, so I don't have a long memory!

"Pull him away quickly! He will be killed in a moment!" Wood shouted.

The others also came to their senses, but no one dared to step forward when they saw the ferocious stick figure. Looking at the miserable state of the one underground, you can tell how heavy the stick is.

In the end, it was Hermione who was worried that Alvin would strike too hard and beat the person to death to become a murderer. She used the disarming spell to deflect the wooden stick, which made Alvin stop and saved Flint's life.

"Pretend with me! You can do what you can." Ivan stopped and looked at the guy on the ground with disdain.

"You, you, you are done! Such a harsh attack, you will definitely be expelled after I tell the dean! Haha, you are done!" A Slytherin player pointed at Alvin and shouted.

Draco: You just have to talk more, right? (*￣m￣)

"Oh~ You still dare to yell at me, right?" Ivan stepped forward and grabbed the man's robe.

"I let you play the harp with me! I let you play the harp with me!"

Under the horrified gazes of a group of students around him, Alvin gave the guy who provoked him a "Hulk vs. Loki" meal.

Grabbing this guy's clothes, Ivan gave him a good kick!

Everyone was stunned: (?Д?*(?Д?*(?Д?*(?Д?*(?Д?*(?Д?*(?Д?*)

After Ivan knocked this guy unconscious, he clapped his hands and turned to leave. It didn't matter what the consequences were. Anyway, no one was dead or disabled, so what could he do to him! It's not his fault.

Looking at the miserable two seniors on the ground, Draco raised his forehead in worry.

"You tell me, why are you provoking him! Really, I'm really convinced." o(′ Yi`)o