hp: D on the left and G on the right, am I the savior?

The atmosphere in the restaurant became increasingly lively.

Just as Suning was absentmindedly chewing the chicken wings in his mouth, a figure appeared beside him.

"Suning Brandt!"

Hearing this identical opening speech, Suning was delighted.

At a time like this, there is only one kind of person who would come to find me, and that is the people from the Gryffindor Quidditch team!

Sure enough, when Suning looked up, a handsome and muscular boy smiled at him:

"Oliver Wood, third year, is the Keeper for our Gryffindor Quidditch team"

"Suning Brandt, first grade"

Suning put down the chicken wings in his hand and said very obediently.

"I know that the little wizards in the cafeteria are talking about you now."

Suning looked at the Weasley twins who were still spitting not far away, and the corners of his mouth couldn't help but curl up.

Oliver Wood sat in the empty seat next to Suning and said directly:

"Interested in Quidditch?"

"Quidditch?"

Oliver Wood saw that Suning looked confused, so he explained enthusiastically:

"Quidditch is a special team confrontation sport. Its name originated from a place called Quidditch Swamp. It was born around the 11th century AD. However, as time went by, Quidditch gradually became popular in the wizarding world............"

Oliver Wood is obviously a crazy fan of Quidditch. He told Suning the history of the development of Quidditch.

There is absolutely no personal emotion involved in what Wood said, except for the pure love.

It's hard to imagine someone being so obsessed with a sport like this.

However, Suning, who was moved by Wood's description, had to admit that Quidditch seemed very attractive and made people excited just by listening to it.

"In 1987, two years ago, our Gryffindor won the Quidditch House Cup. The trophy is now on display in our Gryffindor trophy room. I was in my second year that year, and I was sitting in the Gryffindor substitute room and witnessed that moment."

Oliver Wood stared blankly at something. From his tightly clenched hands, it can be seen that his heart is not at peace. Not long after, he showed a dejected expression.

"Since Captain Ofer graduated, Gryffindor hasn't won the championship for two years. However, I believe that with our joint efforts, the Gryffindor flag will eventually fly across the green land!"

Oliver Wood looked at Suning with a fiery expression:

"Are you interested in joining us?"

Suning said hesitantly:

"But, I'm only in the first grade..."

"It's okay. First-year students can learn about it first and join the reserve team. If nothing goes wrong, you can play in your second year! Our academy will have training this weekend, you can come and watch!"

Oliver Wood patted Suning on the shoulder and gave him a thumbs up:

"I believe in you! I look forward to seeing you this weekend!"

After saying that, Oliver Wood left in a hurry. Suning looked and found that it was his companions who came to see him.

"This weekend..."

Suning murmured.

In fact, up to now, his goal has been achieved. As soon as Oliver Wood came over, Suning noticed that the little lions around were all staring at Wood, and all of them looked extremely excited. Obviously, Oliver Wood was very influential among the little wizards.

So much so that after Oliver Wood left, they surrounded Suning

"Brent, what does Senior Wood want you to do?"

"Brent, are you going to be on the Gryffindor Quidditch team?"

"Brent, what position are you good at?"

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

Suning put on a smile and replied one by one...

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"Dumbledore, this is the little wizard you asked me to bring back."

In the principal's office

On this cold winter day, the fire in the fireplace is burning, emitting a fiery glow and a warm breath. This bright fire fills the entire room, illuminates every corner, and also brings a sense of security and comfort.

It is like a protective barrier, keeping out the cold and darkness outside and allowing people to feel the warmth and tranquility indoors.

At this time, Snape was wearing a black robe and sitting elegantly opposite Dumbledore:

"So much trouble happened in just one day"

"Full of ambition, hungry for money, attention... seeking glory"

"I suppose he would be a better fit in Slytherin?"

Dumbledore smiled slightly and picked up the small dessert in front of him:

"Professor Snape, our little wizard has more than just these shortcomings or advantages. We need to be patient, observe carefully, give affirmation and help. The future path is chosen by him himself."

"I see your shadow in him..."

Snape's mouth twitched, and he wanted to refute, but he didn't know where to start.

When he was young, he was really ambitious, eager for money, and wanted to attract attention in order to prove himself...

The office fell into silence again.

"You came to me today not just for this question, Professor Snape."

Dumbledore saw that it was getting late and it was time for him to go to bed. Seeing that Snape had not yet brought up the main topic, he had no choice but to ask first.

As an old man, it is natural to ensure adequate sleep.

Go to bed at 7 and get up at 3. Go to bed early and get up early, so that you can do some... cough cough

This is just the old man's simple and extraordinary lifestyle!

As for the rest...don't ask about the white wizard!

"Dumbledore, did he really have to go through that..."

Snape hesitated for a while, but finally couldn't help asking. There was a hint of worry in his eyes, as if he was uneasy about what was about to happen.

Dumbledore knew that the person Snape mentioned these two times was different.

He looked at Snape quietly, with a complex emotion flashing in his eyes. He sighed deeply and said slowly:

"It is necessary, Severus. We must put him through this in order for him to become a true hero."

Snape frowned.

"Severus, you know, this is fate."

"I understand. What I mean is..."

"Snape! Believe in him, he will be a brave boy!"

Dumbledore interrupted Snape, and then he softened his tone:

"Besides, here we have you, me, Mag, and the honest and kind professors. We will definitely...win a complete victory..."

Snape slowly leaned back in his chair, looking at the burning fireplace, without saying a word.

In his eyes, a white deer is reflected...