The Gryffindor Quidditch team with Charlie Weasley is strong, and the Ravenclaw team is obviously no match for them.
Under the unhurried attack of the Gryffindor team, Ravenclaw quickly fell into disarray. Many students from his own college were extremely anxious and sighed in the stands.
"That's too bad. How could Roger Davis appear in a place like that? He should obviously be keeping an eye on Charlie Weasley!" Eddie jumped up anxiously.
Roger Davis is the star player of his college's Quidditch team. Although he is only in his second year, he is proud that he has what it takes to compete with Charlie.
The Quidditch match lasted for half an hour, and even a ball-blind guy like Joel could see that there was no comparison between Roger Davis and Charlie Weasley.
In front of the experienced Charlie, Roger Davis is like an unweaned child. His fake moves have been seen through by Charlie one by one. He has not been able to complete an effective breakthrough against Charlie so far, and Charlie...
Weasley already had 50 points on his head.
Ravenclaw is now trailing 0:80, and an atmosphere of despair permeates the Ravenclaw stands. Although the Golden Snitch still has 150 points as a reward (which means they still have hope of comeback), there is no rational Ravenclaw.
The Crows believe that their own team can win the Golden Snitch over the powerful Gryffindor team.
The gap in strength between them and their opponents was too big. The score of 0 was maintained until the end of the game. The 290 points also set the largest score difference in Hogwarts in the past 10 years. This made some Ravenclaws who loved Quidditch at the scene look down upon them.
What a shame and humiliation.
"We must make Gryffindors look good next school year!" Eddie clenched his fists with great resentment.
When they left the field, the Ravenclaws hugged their brooms and looked dejected. Their energy seemed to have been dispersed by the Gryffindors. This was in sharp contrast to the cheers of the Gryffindors on the other side. As expected, Gryffindor
This year's Quidditch trophy is almost within reach.
Being inferior in skills and willing to be defeated was Joel's understanding of this Quidditch match. He was not as disappointed and depressed as other students. After all, he had witnessed countless defeats in his country as a football fan in his previous life.
Qiu Zhang also looked angry, obviously extremely dissatisfied with today's defeat.
They climbed up the tower stairs, and Joel received a system prompt.
'It is detected that the host uses external forces to interfere with the extraction of magic source resources. The system will punish the host according to the severity of the consequences.'
'Ding! The mandatory mission is triggered. The mission period is 90 days. If the specified time limit is exceeded, the mission will be judged to have failed. The mission content is to save Professor Claire White and eliminate the hidden dangers that threaten his life.'
'Punishment for mission failure: The host's memory is reduced by 40%. Due to the high difficulty of this mission, the system will give appropriate rewards depending on the completion of the mission.'
Memory loss of 40%? Isn’t this a bit harsh punishment?
Also, what does saving Professor Claire White mean?
Joel had been thinking about the content of this mandatory task when he went upstairs. He almost tripped on the steps, but Haylis next to him gave him a hand.
"Be careful when you walk, don't get distracted." Haylis reminded kindly.
Joel nodded and followed the others to the eagle-shaped door knocker. After answering the knocker's questions, they poured into the common room.
No one took the initiative to speak, and the students who were originally sitting in the lounge reading and studying were silent. They judged from the faces of their classmates that today's Quidditch match was definitely not ideal.
Everyone who should go back to their dormitories went back to their dormitories, and those who should go to self-study carried two books and went to self-study. Some people couldn't stand the depressing atmosphere in the common room, so they simply packed their school bags and headed to the library.
Joel was staying in the common room with a few friends, holding a wand in his hand and casting little spells.
Pasting spells, floating spells... each spell became familiar to him from unfamiliarity in his hands.
While Joel was immersed in the wonderful world of magic, the Ravenclaw Quidditch team returned to the lounge, and the seven Quidditch players looked at each other in the lounge.
Roger Davis pursed his lips, and he and the other players bowed slightly to everyone present, "I'm sorry to disappoint everyone."
The Quidditch captain is also in seventh grade this year and is a strong goalkeeper. He lost 140 points against Gryffindor's chasers today and was almost stunned.
This was his fourth year leading the Ravenclaw Quidditch team to compete in the Quidditch Cup. He did not expect to suffer such a disastrous defeat. As the captain, he almost had no face to face these classmates who had high hopes and support for them.
The students in the common room did not respond. Everyone watched the Quidditch players return to the dormitory area with broomsticks in hand, and then started discussing in low voices.
Joel did not get involved in this muddy water. He was preoccupied with Professor White's affairs.
Another defeat in Quidditch puts them at a disadvantage in the competition for the House Cup. Ravenclaw House is temporarily ranked last. There are still three months until the end of the semester, leaving them little time to make a comeback.
Prefect Caitlin is now very anxious. They call on the Ravenclaw students to actively speak and answer questions in class, trying to earn some points to narrow the gap, but in the end it is a drop in the bucket and it is difficult to make a difference.
Slytherin House defeated Hufflepuff House next weekend. Coupled with Professor Snape's "fair" teaching, Slytherin House's score directly climbed to first place.
Life was not easy for some of the prefects in the academy, but Joel himself was living a happy life. After acquiring magic power, he found that he was particularly talented in spells and transfiguration. His progress in these two courses
He was catching up so fast that he had successfully surpassed many of his classmates.
It was now Friday morning, and they and the Hufflepuff students were sitting quietly in the underground Potions classroom, tinkering with the cauldron in front of them.
"Laughter Potion, you'd better be careful and don't drink all this potion easily." Professor Snape paced in the classroom, still saying in a feminine tone: "If you accidentally drink the Laughter Potion,
, you will laugh uncontrollably for up to 3 days. Neither the Hospital Wing nor St. Mungo's Hospital for Magical Maladies and Magical Injuries can treat you. You can only laugh honestly for three days and then rub yourself until you are exhausted.
Returning home with a throat and a stomach about to cramp."
"The leaves of the Ariot tree should be put in at the end, and the down of the cattail must be evenly spread around the crucible and cannot be concentrated in one location."
He leaned his head to look at Eddie's cauldron, and his greasy hair hung in mid-air, exuding a black luster.
Seeing the fluff of cattails gathered together in the crucible, the potion in the crucible bubbling and bubbling, swallowed all the fluff.
The potion now appears shit yellow, instead of the light blue color described in the textbook.
Professor Snape's eyebrows were knitted together and the corners of his mouth were tightly pursed.
"Five points from Ravenclaw, Mr. Carmichael, you obviously didn't take my words seriously." He waved his wand and emptied Eddie's cauldron, which meant that his practical score for this class was 0.