Chapter 57: Quidditch

"It seems that I need to go to Snape more often, follow up on their research content in a timely manner, pay attention to the latest developments, and see if there is a chance to get some samples to test the specific effects."

Ian thought as he sorted out the documents in his hand and placed them neatly on Snape's desk. It was estimated that the other party would not be back for a while, so Ian had nothing else to do and prepared to leave.

After carefully closing the door of the office, Ian went straight back to the dormitory. He did not intend to pin all his hopes on others. Although he had expectations for the research on the dragon farm, his own research could not be stagnant.

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Four days passed in a flash.

Saturday morning was a rare sunny day with no clouds in the sky. Andre got up early in the morning and woke up Ivy and Ian, who were sleeping soundly.

"What's the matter, Andre?"

Ian leaned against the bed and didn't want to move. Because Snape's research progress was good, and after seeing hope, he was madly absorbing knowledge. So much so that the high-intensity study in the past two days made him a little tired.

At this moment, Andre had already changed into a full set of Quidditch uniform and protective gear, holding his own flying broom in his hand.

"Hurry up and come to the stadium with me to see if there are any decent newcomers in Ravenclaw this year," Andre said enthusiastically to his two roommates.

"Please... what time is it now? Doesn't it start at 9 a.m.?" Ivy asked vaguely, his eyes half-closed.

Andre immediately replied, "Bruce made the decision last night. He thought it was necessary to leave more time for the training of the newly selected players, so it was set at 7 o'clock in the morning."

"Come on, guys, we are all Ravenclaws, and I think you must have a deep understanding of your own house team." At the end, Andre's voice became louder and louder.

Seemingly hurt by his illogical words, Ivy picked up a pillow and threw it at him.

"We're not going!!!"

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Unable to resist Andre's constant nagging, Ian and his group finally arrived at the Quidditch pitch.

"Merlin, I didn't expect Andre to be so annoying and persistent. He's murdering our sleep."

Ivy leaned on the seat next to him with lifeless eyes, munching on the sandwich in his hand and complaining all the while.

Ian just ate his breakfast bread quietly and didn't respond much to Ivy's words.

But Ivy didn't care and felt that it seemed very happy to talk to such a person.

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It seems to be human nature. Anyone with a little power seems to like giving an opening speech. It seems that the feeling of being the center of attention is really fascinating.

On the field, the same thing happened to Bruce, the captain of the Ravenclaw Quidditch team.

He spoke incessantly for nearly five minutes in a tone that he thought was sentimental and passionate. Only when people around him began to show impatience on their faces did he stop, feeling unsatisfied.

Ian was relatively unfamiliar with Quidditch, not to mention this kind of recruitment and selection activity without any commentary, which made him even more bored. He was leaning back in his chair, squinting his eyes, and chatting with Ivy in a random manner.

But it didn't last long, and the atmosphere was broken by a slightly excited voice.

"Hey guys, did you just see that? This year's most anticipated Quidditch new star is born—sophomore Cho Chang. Merlin, she looks so cool when she flies on her broom! Maybe she will directly become a substitute Seeker."

At some point, Andre appeared beside them and spoke to Ian and Ivy in a slightly exaggerated and emotional voice.

"Is this the end?"

When Ian heard what the other party said, he suddenly came to his senses and asked.

"Man, come on, did you forget your eyes in the library? This is just the end of the Seeker's selection."

Sure enough, following the other party's reminder, Ian discovered that the flying on the pitch was still in full swing, and the onlookers showed no sign of leaving.

"Sorry, I was distracted." Ian shrugged to show that he didn't notice.

Andre, who knew Ian's character, was used to this.

Perhaps his mission was completed. At this moment, Andre was sitting in the stands with his two roommates and also serving as a commentator.

Andre, who was already a bit talkative, now kept commenting on these newcomers who came to participate in the house team trials.

"That kid Knock got worse grades than Ivy in his first-year flying class. How dare he have the courage to participate in the selection this year? Look at his amazing flying speed, which is not even as fast as an old woodcock..."

"Ha! Thank you for your explanation, Andre. But I hope that next time when you comment on other people, you don't have to mention me," Ivy said to Andre speechlessly.

"Hey, man, don't be so stingy. I was just praising you for being a better flyer than him... Oh, look, that's a beautiful quick dodge. Isn't Cho Chang really impressive? I think Bruce should have made her a Seeker directly from this year on. Anyway, our current Seeker didn't perform very well in previous competitions..."

Following Andre's guidance, Ian also noticed this Asian girl—the girl that Harry Potter had a crush on in the original book.

Unlike the actress in the movies, the real Cho Chang is a girl with a beauty score of over 80 points, according to Ian. If it weren't for her young age and lack of development in many areas, this score would need to be improved.

Before Ian could say anything, Ivy next to him interrupted and said, "That's enough, Andre."

Ivy said helplessly, "I've explained enough, although the most useful sentence is that it reminds me of a piece of little-known knowledge in the Encyclopedia Britannica that I read when I was a child."

"Encyclopedia Britannica? Are you talking about the one about 'the woodcock, the slowest flying bird in the world?' Aren't you a pureblood? Why are you reading Muggle books?" As expected, the eccentric Andre was instantly attracted by the new topic.

Ivy covered his forehead with his hand, looked at the shocked Andre, and said helplessly: "Please, what do you think I should do? Hold a tome from centuries ago and read it every day? If all purebloods were like this, we would have ceased to exist long ago."

"Look over there, there's something new. The Slytherin team is here too."

Ian did not participate in the conversation throughout, so he noticed the changes on the pitch very early and told his two roommates at the same time.

Andre and Ivy looked over and saw a team of Slytherin Quidditch players wearing green-patterned robes and carrying brooms slowly walking into the stadium.

Following behind them was also a large group of Slytherin students. It went without saying that they were probably also choosing the team to recruit new members today.

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