Hogwarts: The Unscientific Wizard (TL)

With Halloween over, it means a new season of Quidditch is about to begin.

The young wizards are still very simple-minded.

The feud between Gryffindor and Slytherin is deep-rooted, with both historical issues and new class conflicts.

So they decided to settle the score on the pitch!

The two houses have been training like crazy, and neither rain nor thunder can stop their enthusiasm.

As for the sneak attacks in private, there are countless of them.

It is said that Harry was drugged and had diarrhoea for three days in a row, losing almost a full circle of weight.

Malfoy was also put in a sack in the corridor and spent the whole night in the school Hospital Wing.

As a result, the young wizards of the two houses are now afraid to go out alone, for fear of encountering life-and-death crises in the safest place in the wizarding world.

Some people even secretly sought out Andy to divine the outcome of the matches, hoping to gain some advance information and make a killing on the gambling bets placed by the Weasley twins.

But this kind of prematch tension has never really been Ravenclaw's thing.

Because the Ravenclaw team is just so lame!

Even Andy, who is also a Ravenclaw, doesn't dare say with a clear conscience that Ravenclaw can win this year's Quidditch championship.

Fortunately, Ravenclaw had already secured the House Cup in advance, so they weren't left with nothing.

Hufflepuff was really miserable; whatever happened at Hogwarts had nothing to do with them; they were practically non-existent.

In this tense atmosphere, the new Quidditch match started hotly amidst a storm.

Andy almost wanted to pry open Dumbledore's skull to see if there were bubbles in his brain.

Is this weather suitable for the game?

Can't you change the day and play again?

Andy didn't want to watch the game. It's crazy to watch a game in a storm!

But Hermione wanted to watch it.

The battle between Gryffindor and Slytherin had already begun, and all the young wizards were waiting for them to decide a winner.

With such a big melon, Hermione didn't want to miss it.

After all, it's not a bad idea to watch the fun.

Andy had no choice but to bring a large pile of wood to the Quidditch pitch, since his girlfriend wanted to watch the game.

"Andy...what's this for?" Hermione's eyes widened.

Andy was carrying a large bag of snacks in one hand and holding a black umbrella in the other, walking unhurriedly towards the Ravenclaw stand.

Behind Andy, four huge logs were floating.

Hermione ran over, took the bag of snacks from Andy's hand, and asked in a daze, "What are you doing with these logs?"

Andy's gaze swept over the stands of the four houses.

People with umbrellas and raincoats looked like a bunch of muggles who couldn't use magic, and they were really stupid.

"Excuse me, excuse me!"

Andy pushed his way through the crowd and then waved his wand lightly. Under the influence of magic, the four huge logs were turned into a beautiful gazebo in the blink of an eye.

Not only was the gazebo wind and rainproof and aesthetically pleasing, but there were also two comfortable chairs and a table inside.

"We are wizards!"

Andy said lightly, then took the snack bag from Hermione and placed it on the table.

"Sit down!"

Andy said, and with a flick of his wand, a heater flew out of his pocket.

Andy placed the heater on the table and grinned at Hermione, "This is much warmer."

The young witch was a little overwhelmed.

Although it was indeed more comfortable to watch the match from inside the gazebo.

But...in front of hundreds of other young witches and wizards, was it not a bit inappropriate for just the two of them to be sitting in the gazebo?

Everyone else was standing in the rain, getting soaked!

"What are you thinking about?"

Andy pulled Hermione over and sat her down in the chair. "Everyone is a wizard. Do they need someone else to conjure it up for then?"

That's right!

Hermione felt relieved at this.

Although she and Andy seemed to be acting unconventionally, they were all wizards, and since Andy could make a gazebo appear, then naturally other people could too.

If they didn't want to get wet, they could just conjure one up themselves, right?

Sure enough, after seeing Andy's actions, the young wizards began to take action. Those who knew each other started to form groups; those looking for materials looked for materials; and those casting spells cast spells.

For a while, there was order and pleasant cooperation.

Professor McGonagall nodded with satisfaction. The transfiguration she had taught them proved to be extremely handy. When the competition was over, she could brag about it.

As for the results of the transfigurations.

When the young wizards had finished, there were all kinds of rain shelters in the stands of the four houses.

Some were hideous, and some were weirdly shaped. The worst thing was that a large proportion of the shelters only lasted for a few seconds before collapsing.

Professor McGonagall's forehead was bulging with veins as she watched.

Casting spells is not scary, but it is embarrassing when you mess up.

Andy swept a glance around the area, and among the rain shelters that were still standing, only a few were still presentable.

As for the ones with exquisite designs and even carved patterns, apart from the one Andy made for himself, there was only one more on the Gryffindor side.

"Huh?"

Andy looked curiously towards the Gryffindor side.

He saw Sirius sitting in the little pavilion, looking smug as he waved at Andy.

Andy made a 'five' sign to hint that Sirius still owed him five hundred duels.

Sirius pointed in the direction of Hagrid's hut, then at the pitch, to indicate that they would fight after the match.

Andy returned an 'OK' sign.

Wow –

Just as Andy was pondering how he was going to thrash Sirius later, there was suddenly a murmur of excitement in the crowd.

Some people even stood up, looking incredulously at the Gryffindor team's entrance.

They looked like they had seen a god!

'What's going on?'

Andy looked over curiously.

The Slytherin team's flying broom was the same as last year's—the Nimbus 2001.

It's cool, but nothing new.

As for the Gryffindor team...

Holy shit!

What am I looking at?

There are seven Firebolt broomsticks—that's a flying broom that can reach speeds of 150 miles per hour.

That's 240 kilometres per hour.

The World Quidditch Championship will take place next summer, so Firebolt is the hottest topic this year. Andy has, of course, heard about them.

This is the latest flying broomstick model of the year, costs 5,000 gold galleons, and is out of stock.

Well, that's fine; he won't buy it anyway.

Andy immediately looked at Sirius, who was applauding like crazy and cheering loudly for the Gryffindor team, looking like the most loyal Gryffindor fan.

What a spendthrift!

Then Sirius made a provocative gesture at Snape – wealth, that's something the Black family has never been afraid of!

Andy: Poor Snape.

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