A friendly day at Hogwarts

Until the weekend of the second week of school, Roger was searching around wholeheartedly, extending invitations to every little wizard who might be good at Quidditch.

Especially after Thursday, his mood became more urgent.

Rumors are circulating that Gryffindor may have found Charlie Weasley's successor.

"I heard from Professor Flitwick that Professor McGonagall actually called that guy Wood away from the Charms class yesterday!"

At breakfast time on Friday, Roger squeezed in next to Glenn and Autumn with an anxious look on his face.

Without raising his head, Glenn looked at the sandwich he had just sandwiched. He slowly cut off the edge of the toast with a knife and divided it into two pieces diagonally.

"Give."

He gave half of it to Qiu, and then looked up at Roger.

"So what?"

"Ah, thank you!"

Qiu was stunned for a moment, then reached out to take it, with a sweet smile on her lips.

"Aren't you worried at all?"

Roger's hair was messy, his eyes were blue, and his eyes were bloodshot. He was obviously upset about this incident and couldn't sleep well all night.

"What are you worried about? New Gryffindor?"

Glenn glanced at him, took a bite of his sandwich, and mumbled something.

"That's right! The new players that Professor McGonagall personally went out to find must be very good!"

"It makes sense." Qiu nodded, "But there don't seem to be many people graduating from Gryffindor, right?"

"Yes!" Roger said quickly, "Except for Charlie Weasley, only two Chasers have graduated."

"So, their new guy is the Chaser or the Seeker?"

Autumn was very interested in Quidditch and naturally began to think about the new Gryffindor players.

"I've asked about it. Their third-year player Spinnett was a substitute last year, but she didn't appear. This year it should be her turn, as well as second-year Bell, but both of them seem to be better at playing chasers. "

"You already know so clearly?"

Glenn didn't expect Roger's intelligence work to be so outstanding, so he looked slightly sideways.

"I also asked others to ask." Roger shook his head, "They are your roommates, over there, they are here!"

He said, raising his hand and pointing to the other end of the long table.

Glenn and Qiu looked in the direction, and Marcos and Marietta were hurriedly walking side by side.

Glenn was stunned. He didn't expect that the people who helped Roger were these two little gossip experts.

"Finally found you, Roger!"

The sidekick Marcus took an empty goblet, poured pumpkin juice into it, and took a big gulp.

"Any progress?" Roger quickly poured Marietta a glass.

"We've heard about it! About Gran..."

Marietta seemed a little excited and impatient, and forgot to control the volume for a moment.

Several young Hufflepuff wizards nearby were attracted and looked over.

Roger winked at her quickly and shook his head.

"Oh!" Marietta stopped her voice in time and covered her mouth.

Marcos lowered his voice so that only a few people could hear: "We found out from Slytherin's Greengrass that something big happened during the flying lesson on Thursday!"

"I'll tell you, I'll tell you!" Marietta's eyes sparkled, seeming to enjoy this moment.

Roger glanced around to make sure no one was eavesdropping, and quickly urged: "Speak quickly!"

"We heard that during that flying lesson between Gryffindor and Slytherin, Neville Longbottom accidentally fell off his broom and broke his wrist, and then Mrs. Hooch sent him to the infirmary. , Draco Malfoy and Harry Potter had a conflict."

As she spoke, she paused to take a sip of the pumpkin juice in her glass.

"Stop showing off!" Roger frowned.

"Yeah, yeah!" Marietta nodded in agreement, swallowed the drink in her mouth, and put the cup down.

"Malfoy seemed to have dropped something like a memory ball from the sky, and then Harry Potter dived dozens of feet and actually caught the thing!"

"Hiss..." Roger and Qiu were both Quidditch experts and instantly understood the difficulty of this operation.

"Then Professor McGonagall appeared out of nowhere and took Potter away." Only then did Marcos find the opportunity and added,

"You mean, riding the old school broomstick?"

Roger thought for a moment and asked.

"I don't know, maybe." The two shook their heads at the same time.

"In that case..." Qiu pondered, "Harry should be Gryffindor's mysterious newcomer, right?"

"Dive dozens of feet, grab the memory ball, still unhurt..."

Roger nodded solemnly.

"At least as far as I know, even Charlie Weasley can't do this. I'm afraid, this will be our strongest opponent this year."

Qiu's face didn't look good either.

Having just decided to join the team and encountering such an opponent will indeed bring a lot of pressure.

"It's okay." Glenn smiled softly at her, "Talent doesn't necessarily translate into strength quickly. You know, Harry didn't even know what a broomstick was before."

After listening to his words, Qiu's face looked better, but she still didn't look relaxed.

"How about our own academy team?" Glenn turned to Roger.

"In addition to you, I have also found some students who have done well in flying lessons before. I hope there will be people with good skills."

"Then I'll see you on the court later." Glenn patted him on the shoulder and said.

Roger nodded and stood up again, planning to promote the selection for a while.

Glenn watched him walk away, turned around and asked, "By the way, Qiu, did you bring your own broom?"

"I brought it." Qiu nodded, "A Comet 260, my dad bought it for me last year."

Glenn was confused.

The Nimbus 2000 I prepared for Qiu was intended to be a Christmas gift.

But now it seems that this is the time when it is most useful.

But if I give it now, it will inevitably miss a lot of surprises.

Moreover, given Qiu's character, he may not be willing to accept such a gift.

He hesitated for a long time before finally speaking.

"I have a nimbus here, can you exchange it with me?"

"what?"

Qiu was stunned for a moment.

Glenn added: "That's right, the design concept of the light wheel is still based on speed, which is more suitable for seekers. In comparison, I prefer the stability of the comet."

"Oh, that's right..." Qiu nodded and agreed without hesitation, "Then you can use my comet. In terms of speed alone, the Nimbus 1700 is indeed faster than the comet."

and many more...

Nimbus 1700?