Hogwarts wizard

Jellal, who has returned to normal life, feels that such days are really ordinary and happy.

Soon it was time to return to the academy, and Jellal and Hermione also made an appointment to watch the Quidditch World Cup.

"Harry, you're here too!"

Jellal saw Harry and the Weasley family at a glance.

"Jeral, I really didn't expect you to come to the Quidditch World Cup. I thought you didn't like it!"

Ron said, he could be considered observant sometimes. .seven

It was precisely because of this that he could see that Jellal's dislike came from the bottom of his heart, so he was quite curious about this matter.

Hearing Ron's words, Jellal smiled. He looked at Hermione next to him, "At least I'm sure she likes this kind of excitement!"

At this time, Hermione looked at the field and cheered with everyone. The Quidditch match looked similar to a football match, with fans standing or sitting densely nearby.

Ron glanced at it and said, "But I'm not sure whether they are coming to watch a game or to see people. I still like the Chudley Cannons."

He knew very well that many girls were chasing Victor Krum. He was indeed a great seeker, but Quidditch relied on skills, not looks.

And it mainly depends on the team. That kind of personal heroism is really not of much interest to men.

Jellal spread his hands after hearing his words. He didn't know what to say because he didn't understand much at all.

Ron said nothing more, but instead took the others beside him and started talking about the game.

And he also discovered that, indeed, as long as he didn't talk about this kind of thing with Jellal, he would become very happy!

"Jeral, look, that's Victor Krum."

Hermione pointed to a person on the field, a seeker from the Bulgarian national team. He was very handsome and looked not much older than Gerald and the others.

There was a trace of pride in his eyes, as if the championship this time had been won by them. Jellal didn't feel anything about it. After all, it was someone else's choice.

"It looks pretty good."

"You should say you look a little arrogant..." Hermione said, but she could see it clearly.

Jellal looked at her with a questioning look on his face, he thought Hermione would like this type! He is good at Quidditch, and his strength is among the best in his academy.

"Am I wrong? Do you like him?" Hermione looked at Jellal with a probing look on her face. She really didn't expect that Jellal would like this type of person.

Looking at her eyes, Jellal coughed directly, "Ahem, you're overthinking, I'm not interested."

Hearing Jellal's words, Hermione breathed a sigh of relief, not the best.

Next, everyone watched the game quietly, but before the game was over, someone came over and said something.

"Let's go!!"

With just one word, everyone was in chaos, and the entire venue was under attack, but they didn't even see where the enemy was.

There was only one sentence in their minds at this time, "It's terrible!"

"Hermione, follow me!"

The magic pattern on Jellal's hand lit up and stuck firmly to Hermione's hand. At this time, all they could do was try not to separate.

Jellal pulled Hermione and walked with the crowd. Most of them knew where the safest places were.

"Oops! Harry is missing!"