Harry Potter: The Dragon Lord Comes to Hogwarts

"Yes...Ron can skip official Quidditch team practice until the game....

But our opponent is Slytherin!

We have to be serious about this..."

It's kind of embarrassing for Wood to say that...

After all, what I did was a breach of contract, and credit was also a key part of a wizard who kept his promise.

"Uh...I feel like I'm talking too much, and I don't know if you can understand...

In short, I still hope that you... can tell me something for me! "

After Wood finished speaking, he repeated another sentence.

After all, Dudley doesn't look very old...

However, since Wood explained...

Dudley beside him no longer paid attention to Wood.

This made Wood feel quite embarrassed...

After a while, just when Wood felt that he needed to be reminded again.

Dalina's calm voice sounded:

"Senior Wood...

Don't you think it's weird? "

Wood heard a little stunned:

"strangeness?

Dudley... what are you talking about weird?

Are you shocked by Ron's talent!

Although......

I can understand but I still have to explain to you, it's just born..."

Before Wood finished speaking, Dudley pointed to the red wooden box not far away.

"No...Senior Wood, I'm talking about this..."

Wood was stunned:

"This... this is just a Quidditch match box!

Is there anything wrong with this? "

Dudley didn't say much, but took a step forward and squatted down, gently touching the surface of the Bludger with his hand.

The Bludgers are wrapped in black chains in exclusive wooden grooves.

The moment Dudley's hand touched it...

There was a burst of noisy noise at the scene.

[Squeak, sting, sting~~~]

【Squeak squeak......】

Dudley's expression didn't change. He didn't care about the sharpness of the voice but squatted down and spoke slowly:

"Senior Wood...

I feel this Bludger, the surface is warm......

Slightly soft to the touch!

Has a 'skin' feel to it...

And... you look closely at the top...

I think... you can see a little 'hair'... and the groove position on the edge.

Again 'stitched' by white vertical lines...

This...this thing...I still feel...

It is "live"! ! ! "

Dudley spoke his own conclusions.

"what are you saying!?"

Wood frowned. He walked quickly to Darley, pulled him up from the ground, and then covered the wooden box containing the Quidditch game.

The noisy and sharp voices around disappeared instantly.

"Dudley, I think you're overthinking it, it's just a 'magic item'.

There is no living thing in your mouth...

Magic items are just items, they are not 'life'..."

Wood opened his mouth to explain.

"is it?

Senior Wood..."

Dudley looked at Wood.

Wood was taken aback by Dudley.

However, Dudley bent down and picked up the Quidditch baseball from the ground and handed it back to Wood:

"Senior Wood...

Haven't you ever noticed? "

Wood was a little puzzled:

"What did you notice?"

Dudley weighed the Quidditch baseball bat in his hand twice, and then threw it back to Wood:

"There's...something on this baseball bat!"

Wood looked at the bat in his hand suspiciously.

Dudley's voice sounded slowly:

"During my life and study in the Muggle world, my biology teacher once told me something.

That's 'emotion'...

As long as any creature is alive, it has 'emotions'!

Be it plants or animals...

And the most basic way of communication between living things and living things...

That's 'emotion' without words.

Don't you feel the emotion of 'it' while holding the baseball bat? "

Dudley's voice was very calm.

Wood sounds inexplicable......

Why does this brat keep saying weird things.

It seems that the reason why wizards don't like Muggles is probably because it is difficult to understand the thinking of Muggles.

Dispelling the thoughts in his mind, Wood looked at Dudley and couldn't help repeating:

"Dudley, I hope you'll try to persuade Ron...

It was very important to him to get him to Quidditch practice on time. "

But Dudley moves on!

His leaving footsteps paused. Dun Dali turned his head and looked at Senior Wood very calmly:

"I reject!"

Wood was stunned:

"why!?"

Dudley turned his head and walked in the direction of Harry and Ron:

"It's none of my business, I don't play Quidditch!"

Wood opened his mouth but couldn't say a word of rebuttal.

This brat! ! !

Don't you know Quidditch's honor to Hogwarts?

Thinking that this is the end of the matter, I can only take a step forward.

When he came to the Quidditch mahogany box, Wood reached out and picked it up.

He hesitated for a while...

Feel free to weigh the baseball bat in your hand.

"Hmph! Let me just say, where are there so many fallacies..."

Wood complained in his heart, turned around and was about to leave.

However, Wood's footsteps stopped...

His brows raised.

He reached out and looked at the Quidditch bat in his hand again.

"disgust...."

why....

I will have this...

Strange, I obviously like the sport of Quidditch......

Why do you suddenly feel disgusted?

The strange thought was fleeting, and Wood no longer thought about it and turned to another passage.

Maybe today's accident was too bad...

.......

On the other side, Dudley quietly watched Wood's leaving back, and his eyes fell on the "wooden box" not far away.

As a special magic prop for Quidditch competitions!

Although Wood is unclear about the internal details...

But Dudley still felt something strange about it.

Could it be the 'occlusion' of the wizarding world.....

After all, a "ball" that keeps "wailing" has certain "emotions", which makes him have a very bad association...

.....

(Note: In the world of wizards, on the way to explore the power of 'props', there are always 'alternative' pioneers... such as 'Abyss World'... research is not the patent of ordinary people... .

Extra: The Dark Trajectory of Hogwarts (Memoirs of a Certain Alchemist)

ps: updated, double update today, thank you for your support......