Hogwarts and the Atypical Wizard

At breakfast time, a special "news bird" brought the "Daily Prophet" subscribed by Sainz, at five knats a copy.

Sainz has always been respectful of these hard-working postmen. In addition to the newspaper fee, he would also give them some snacks as long as they were available. If he was not in the auditorium during breakfast, the newspaper would be placed on the ground outside his dormitory window. He would just have to pay the previous newspaper fee the next time he delivered it.

"Sainz, is that your newspaper? This owl has passed by here twice. It seems a little afraid of Speed." Cedric said.

"You're right, Cedric. Apparently Speed's presence scared the mailman and he didn't dare come down."

Sainz used his hand to shield Speed's sharp gaze, "Man, you have to relax. No one or animal wants to hurt me, and no animal will affect your status. It's just a poor wage earner and can't stand your hostility."

Speed ​​looked at Sainz and then at the postman who passed by for the fourth time, as if he was evaluating the credibility of his words. After all, Sainz had not been seen for a week before.

Half a minute later, he lowered his head and focused on the jerky in front of him, no longer paying attention to the little postman.

The little postman hurried down, put down the newspaper, took the five knuts, grabbed a piece of pet jerky that Sainz had given him as an extra reward, and took off before he could swallow it.

"Sainz, after you read it, can you let me take a look? I mean the sports section." Cedric pointed to the newspaper.

"Of course, you can take it now." Sainz picked out the sports section and gave it to him.

"Thanks, Sainz, you subscribe to the Daily Prophet but don't read it?"

"Look, I'm more concerned about the new research section of the Ministry of Magic and the news from the International Confederation of Wizards."

Sainz shook the newspaper like an old scholar and said, "You know, I was born a Muggle, so I don't have much information in the wizarding world. I have to read more newspapers."

"Ah, you are amazing, you can actually read those messed up news.

The wizards here are being oppressed by Muggles, the werewolves over there are causing trouble again, a certain wizard has made some research and improved the shower gel, blah blah..."

"Just take a look. It never hurts to know more."

"That's true. Alas..."

"what happened?"

"You see, the British Quidditch team has been getting worse and worse in recent years. Look, the Chudley Cannons have performed mediocrely again this year."

"Really? I thought you didn't pay much attention to Quidditch. I don't see you talking about it much, unlike Ben, who is a broomstick idiot and always talks about what he will do when he joins the house team."

Cedric smirked, "Who doesn't like Quidditch? I just feel that my flying skills are not up to par yet. Besides, the house team will only be selected from students in the second year and above. There is no point in saying more now."

"That's true. What's the situation with this artillery team?"

"It's the Chudley Cannons, not the Artillery!" Cedric's voice was somewhat speechless. "You are the most indifferent person to Quidditch I have ever met."

"Everyone has their own preferences. It's better to be sincere. I don't want to pretend that I know a lot, or pretend that I like it very much. That's also a disguised form of disrespect, right?"

"It seems so." Cedric was still a little concerned.

"Okay, don't worry about these details." Sainz changed the subject, "You seem to be very disappointed with the Chadli Cannons. What, you used to be their fan?"

"Not really, I just feel it's a pity, they were once very glorious." Cedric threw down the newspaper in his hand, feeling a little disappointed.

"They have won the UEFA Cup 1892 times since it began, but the last time they did so was in .

Can you imagine, it's almost been a hundred years and they haven't won the League Cup again.

The most unacceptable thing is their slogan. Before 1972, it was "We will conquer everything". Guess what it was changed to later? "

Sainz praised it very much, "Yeah? What did it change to?"

"It was changed to, 'Let's all cross our fingers and be optimistic!' " Do you think this team with hundreds of years of history is completely finished?"

"..." Sainz didn't know what to say. It was so obvious that the team was giving up. He could only say, "Be optimistic." That's all.

The sports section was pulled out from under Cedric's hands, and the bold headline was eye-catching.

"The Chadli Cannons lost to the Falmouth Falcons and missed out on the UEFA Cup again - 97 years of not qualifying, continuing a legend that no one has surpassed"

Where will they go from here? The Chadli Cannons lost again.

"Competition comes second, friendship comes first. The Chadli Cannons tell us to be optimistic."

Wow, these articles are so hermaphroditic.

The accompanying picture shows an active match scene of the Chudley Cannons. The team uniforms are black and white on the newspaper, decorated with a speeding cannonball and two black letters "C".

“Their uniforms are bright orange, which is very beautiful to watch live,” Cedric explained.

Sainz flipped through the pages and found no other news. All pages were eating their melons. It seemed that their melons were indeed thin-skinned, thick-fleshed and juicy, and could feed quite a few people.

Sainz was indeed not interested in these, and casually returned them to Cedric, "Obviously, you need it more."

Cedric murmured a thank you and quickly finished his breakfast.

"Excuse me, Sainz, I suddenly remembered that my jumping bulbs need watering, so I have to leave right away."

Sainz was considerate enough not to expose it, "Goodbye then, it needs you."

Cedric might really have a pot of hops that needed to be taken care of, but the boy's depressed look seemed to be due to more than just forgetting to water his plants.

The jumping bulb is a very lively plant. It is not very dangerous, but it is a little noisy. Once it starts to act up, it will keep jumping around unless someone stops it.

The immature jumping bulbs are easy to control, just press them with your hands. But when they mature, it becomes a little troublesome and you have to use fire.

In fact, it is not that difficult. As long as you don't panic at the critical moment, I believe most plants can be subdued by fire.

........................

There wasn't much useful information in other sections. During this period, the savior was still in the Muggle world, Voldemort was still hiding in the jungles of Albania, and the wizarding world was peaceful.

Thinking of Voldemort, he suddenly remembered that he didn't seem to see Professor Quirrell, Quirinus Quirrell, at the beginning of the school year.

"Could it be that he has already 'dropped out' at this time?" Sainz was a little bald.

In the original track, Hagrid said that Quirrell "dropped out" for a year in order to get first-hand experimental experience, and then he began to be afraid of students and the subjects he taught...

Considering the context, "suspending studies" should mean "stopping teaching."

Hagrid is, well, a good man, but his words cannot be taken too seriously and cannot be used as evidence of certain things.

Assuming that what he said at the time was coherent, "I began to be afraid of students and the subjects I taught." We need to compare it with the past to draw this conclusion, which means that he had taught classes before.