I Have a Big Problem with My Hogwarts

Last Friday of September.

The first Sunshine Sports Week, which Hogwarts has been preparing for for more than half a month, finally started.

The weather on this day was as clear as the astronomy professor predicted. It was a rare good weather. Maybe because the location was not in the sky, it did not rain as soon as the sports meeting came.

At eight o'clock that morning, almost all the young wizards gathered in the stands of the venue, and Dumbledore and other professors also appeared in the main stands of the Quidditch stadium.

"Player cards! Take all the player cards! Don't take them off halfway, you will use them to score points after taking the rankings, and remember your own serial numbers. When the game starts, only the serial number will be called, not the name! If Being late to the game will be considered a forfeit”

In a hidden corner under the stands, an officer of the Culture and Sports Department was tirelessly repeating again and again to ask the participating athletes to bring their player cards.

It is noisy here, but it can be clearly seen that it is divided into four groups overall. They wear the uniforms of each college, and they can clearly distinguish the college they belong to by the color of their robes.

"I'm number G302, what number Harry did you get?" Ron looked excitedly at the player card he just got in his hand, and then pressed it lightly in front of him, and the number on it was printed on his On the robe, and it is still slightly fluorescent.

Harry also pressed the player card on his robe in the same way: "I am number G306. I saw that when they distributed the cards, they actually distributed them in order. Hermione was the first to go, and she got the Granville card." Fendo's first player card in the third grade - number G301."

Hermione was not with them, because she was placed in the first row of the Gryffindor square because of her height, and Ron looked at her enviously.

"I don't know if I can change it with her. I think the number 1 is more auspicious."

Harry shrugged: "Probably not. When receiving the badge, I saw that the people in the cultural and sports department wrote down the names and numbers one by one. It may not be possible to change them privately."

"Hi! Guys! I wish you all a normal performance today, and don't forget our secret weapon!" George and Fred walked over shoulder to shoulder and said, squeezing their noses and eyes at them at some point.

Ron curled his lips: "We use it in the first game at most, and if other academies see it in the later games, they will definitely steal it."

"Do you think that's all we can do?" George said with a smile.

Fred continued his tone: "We have tried hundreds of combinations and methods recently, and what we have taught you is only one of the more useful ones. If other academies learn it, we can naturally take it out in the next competition. Come out with more powerful ones!"

Ron curled his lips in disbelief.

"I hope what you say is not bragging."

In the Slytherin phalanx, Xiaobu, who was wearing the S106 player card, was also talking about his discovery with his hands on his hips in the first-year team.

"Remember, the distance for handing over the baton during the relay run is 20 meters, that is to say, as long as the four of us in charge of the relay run throw the baton at the limit distance of 20 meters, the next person will use Feilai If you hold the baton in your hand, then we can save 100 meters! The champion must be ours!"

The surrounding first-year wizards looked at Xiao Bu with admiration.

"Miss Bashak is so smart!"

"The number one must be ours!"

"It is our duty to restore the glory of Slytherin!"

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However, a shy Slytherin boy whispered: "But we have only been in school for less than a month, and we are not proficient in using the Levitation Charm, and none of us can use the Flying Charm and 4 times 20 is 80 meters. Not 100 meters."

The surrounding air seemed to freeze.

Xiao Bu said angrily.

"Of course I know it's 80 meters. My math was taught by Lynn himself. How could I make a mistake! This is just a test of your math ability. As a wizard, you must not fail in math. And since none of you know how to The Flying Curse means that even the first-year wizards of other colleges can't do it, but I can! Wouldn't the 20-meter gap be widened!"

All of a sudden, the group of younger brothers who were seduced by Xiaobui's charm and charm looked at her with starry eyes again.

"Miss Bashak is amazing!"

"We've won!"

"Winning the championship is success!"

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Just when the young wizards in the phalanx of each college were nervous and excited, the deputy director of the Culture and Sports Department and also the person in charge of the phalanx project shouted at all the athletes holding a magic wand blessed with the Amplifying Charm.

"Okay! Alright! The leaders of the phalanxes of each college came to me, ready for the final check, the time is coming soon, and we have 10 minutes to play. The teams are all standing in line, just like our previous rehearsal The time is the same! Be careful not to have an accident that the person behind steps on the shoes of the person in front. The professor and students on the stage are all watching. No one will use the magic spell to help the shoe You put it back on!"

All the young wizards in the phalanx burst into laughter, and they all looked at Neville in the Gryffindor phalanx with a flushed face. It was he who stepped on Seamus' shoes in front of him during the rehearsal.

At the same time, a cheerful male voice sounded from the entire Quidditch pitch.

"Good morning, brothers and sisters! I am Lee Jordan, the famous Quidditch commentator of Gryffindor! I will still give you a professional and passionate explanation for this sports meeting. For this reason, I have found a lot of books about After looking at the professional knowledge of Muggle Olympic sports for a long time, I realized that athletics has a long history."

Before he finished speaking, a calm female voice interrupted him.

"Hi everyone, I'm Hannah Flint, Head of the Broadcasting Department of Slytherin, and I'm also the commentator for this sports meeting."

"Hi~ you interrupted me, Flint!" Lee Jordan said dissatisfiedly, clutching the tip of his wand, but his voice still spread throughout the Quidditch field.

"You talk too much nonsense, I've felt this way since I heard you explain Quidditch in the audience before." Hannah Flint rolled her eyes and said bluntly, she didn't even have a "microphone" Covering it up, he uttered his dislike in such a grand manner, causing laughter from the stands.

Jordan was dissatisfied and wanted to argue with Flint, but sitting not far away, Professor McGonagall, who was in charge of supervising the order of the entire arena, turned his head and glared at him. He could only suppress what he wanted to say.

"Okay, let's stop talking, and the first Hogwarts Magic Track and Field Games has officially started!"