HP: The Moon Over the Magic Academy

Chapter 66 Battle for the Field

In the days that followed, Lockhart became someone that almost everyone and even dogs hated.

To avoid him, Landric even continued his good habit from the previous semester by skipping classes.

It wasn't that he was always thinking about slacking off, but Lockhart's gaze on him gave him an urge to kill, making him increasingly irritable.

The others couldn't escape and could only endure Lockhart's antics every day.

The Quidditch match was finally about to begin, and everyone breathed a sigh of relief. They could finally reduce Lockhart's classes a bit during this period.

Draco is very happy lately. Last year in Quidditch, although he kept pestering his brother, he was genuinely jealous that Harry was able to enter the Quidditch competition early.

This year it was his turn.

It was tough on Landric, who was constantly bothered by Draco's pestering, but finally agreed to Draco's request to watch his match.

This also sparked Hermione's dissatisfaction with Draco.

Rand and she had been getting along quite well in the library, and Rand had been subtly hinting at his recent thoughts to her.

She could finally take another step forward in Rand's heart.

If you dig well with your hoe, there's no corner you can't move.

But all of this was interrupted by Draco, that blond guy.

Hermione was seething with anger, but considering that her house also had a competition, she decided to go to the training grounds with Harry to check it out.

Harry was completely bewildered when he was woken up from his bed. He squinted at the window and said, "...Hermione, is it possible that it's not dawn yet?"

Hermione gave him a look of utter disdain. "Someone like you think you can get first place? If you don't work hard now, you'll regret it later!"

Harry felt a tightness in his chest, a strange unease rising within him.

His eyes were no longer on Hermione, but instead he noticed Wood standing in the doorway.

"Oliver? You've come at the perfect time, it's not even dawn yet!"

Harry's veiled complaint sent shivers down Oliver's spine. Did he dare agree with Harry? And if he did, would he survive Hermione's clutches? Hermione's eyes were practically murderous.

"Actually, I think... we can start training now."

Sorry bro, I was planning to wake you up when it was just dawn, but I don't know what got into this girl, some kind of spell drifted into my dorm and made me get up to train.

The two men looked at each other and said, "Good brother, you've suffered, too."

Hermione said urgently, "Don't you have any ambition at all? Slytherin has already started training!"

One sentence sent Wood's alarm bells ringing. "What? Come on! Harry! We're training! You go get the flying broomstick, I'll go get my teammates!"

Hermione gave a cold laugh. "I've already called them for you."

Harry yawned and shakily climbed out of bed. Training? Even the dogs wouldn't...

Hermione couldn't stand Harry's pathetic state; how was he supposed to take down Draco like that!

"Rand will watch the game," Hermione said casually, then turned and left.

Harry: !!! Training! It's all about playing games and training!

Harry had no headache or backache, and was full of energy.

Herman's comment: Sweet baby, just two initials.

Wood patted Harry on the shoulder, "See you at the stadium in fifteen minutes, bro!"

On the other side, Landric was also carried out by Draco early on.

Landric was really uncomfortable sleeping, so he sat up straight and slapped her. "What are you doing?"

"Watch my game, brother."

"…Little friend, open your eyes before you talk to me, it's dawn now, isn't it?"

Draco looked at the complete darkness outside, hesitated for a moment, then said guiltily, "It's lit."

Landric was so angry he almost laughed. "Get out!"

Draco tried to resist, "Brother, why don't you just sleep on the court?"

Did he go crazy from practicing Quidditch?

"Look, a portable bed!"

Landric: !! They even made Cinderella's portable bed from GGboy?

Landric gave Draco a complicated look, but resignedly moved onto the bed. "Don't disturb me!"

Draco replied excitedly, "Don't worry, bro, I already knew the Silence Charm!"

Landric didn't reply to him, and went to sleep on his own.

He understands Draco less and less now, and it feels like he wants to tie him to his waist wherever he goes.

Draco hurriedly grabbed his flying broom, while the Slytherin members were still yawning.

They perked up a little when they saw Draco, but their eyes widened when they saw the bed behind him.

What's this? They can even take a nap during training? Is this how top-tier rich kids play now?

Draco could tell what they were thinking at a glance. "My brother."

Well, that Rozier, it's not surprising. Only he could get Malfoy to bring a bed with him.

I'm so envious of this bed.

A group of people rushed to the stadium, only to run into a pack of silly lions.

Not only were the Slytherins unhappy, but the Gryffindors were too.

A thunderbolt from the sky and a fire from the earth explode when they meet.

Even when Landric was asleep in bed, with a curtain in the middle, he still didn't feel very comfortable.

Oliver, in particular, was walking around telling his teammates, "Listen, guys, we won last year, and we'll win again this year."

The tense atmosphere made it impossible for Landric to sleep. What good was casting a silencing spell? That's the downside of being a sensitive person.

Landric woke up but didn't make a sound; he also wanted to hear what was going to happen next.

"I simply can't believe it!" Oliver exclaimed angrily. "I've booked the entire venue. We'll see how Slytherin tries to compete with us!"

Oliver yelled at the Slytherin captain, "Flint! Get your Slytherin out of here! We got up really early, we've booked the entire pitch!"

Landric clicked his tongue. That was really arrogant. No wonder he sometimes disliked Gryffindor.

"Heh, Oliver, who didn't get up early?" Flint glanced back at the large bed. "Besides... we have a note from Professor Snape!"

Flint refused to back down. Slytherin's treasures were not something anyone could access normally, and Malfoy usually kept a closer eye on them than anyone else. Now that this guy had come to watch their training, he was determined to get rid of the Gryffindor.

"Professor Snape has granted us permission to use the entire field for special training of our new Seeker."

Landric listened to them exchanging cryptic remarks.

Until the phrase "a relative of the Malfoys" reached his ears.

The curtains were blown up by the wind, and Fred immediately saw those cold eyes.

"Tsk," he wasn't wrong, why is he so protective?

Fred suddenly went silent.

Unfortunately, not all members of Gryffindor grew up in the wizarding world. The term "Mudblood" didn't fall on Hermione, but it did on another girl.

P.S.: Honey, would you guys like to read another Harry Potter book next? I've been thinking about Tomb Raider lately, or maybe a quick transmigration story with two male protagonists and a dominant male lead?