Harry Potter slowly woke up.
As soon as he opened his eyes, he saw Audrey's wand pressed against his forehead. A trace of coolness seeped into his brain, making him feel very comfortable.
It was like drinking a sweet ice drink on the hottest day of summer.
"I... what happened to me?"
The terrifying Dementors, his mother's screams, the eerie green light, the laughing Death Eaters...
These fragments of memory kept attacking Harry, forcing him to cover his forehead. Even though Audrey's magic continued to soothe his soul, he still felt a burning pain from his scar.
"Ugh..."
Sirius walked over and put his arm around Harry.
"It's alright, Harry. They were just some foul-smelling Dementors. Think more about Quidditch, think more about your friends. Try to cheer yourself up as soon as possible; it'll help you feel better,"
Sirius looked at Lupin.
"Moony, I remember you always like to carry some chocolate. Hurry up and get some for Harry; it'll be good for him!"
"Sorry," Lupin shook his head regretfully, "you were in such a hurry to drag me out this morning that I forgot to bring any."
Sirius shook his head and wanted to say more, but he was interrupted by Audrey, who had put away her wand.
"Alright, the Dementors are gone. You two should let Harry get some proper rest."
Audrey beckoned to the two new professors, signaling that it was time for them to leave.
She then said to Ginny, "Ginny, you stay in this compartment and look after Harry. No need to go back; a house-elf will help transport your luggage when we get off the train."
Once Audrey and the two new professors had left,
Perhaps it was only now that the shock had faded, but Ron's expression suddenly became animated.
"Harry, you didn't see it! Just now, Sirius summoned a giant silver dog that blocked all the Dementors outside. It was so cool!"
"That was the Patronus Charm, a very advanced piece of magic," Hermione explained, her eyes shining with her usual fervor for Audrey. "Compared to Sirius, the Patronus Audrey summoned was truly powerful!"
"Yeah!" Ron slapped his thigh. "I almost forgot. Was that thing Audrey summoned a magical creature? I've never seen anything like it! Hermione, are there animals like that in the Muggle world?"
Hermione shook her head. "I don't know, Ron. But right now, I think you should let Harry rest properly instead of making such a fuss."
Harry stared blankly out the door. He had a feeling that something bad was going to happen this school year, something very bad.
Ginny silently took out a handkerchief and wiped the sweat from Harry's forehead.
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After getting off the train and boarding the Thestral carriages, the students arrived at the castle.
Audrey left the main group and went straight back to her dormitory.
Ah, a wonderful vacation was about to begin!
As for the opening ceremony or whatever, whoever wanted to go could go!
Audrey's dormitory had long since been decorated by Momo: golden coins, golden furniture.
She took a leap and jumped onto her favorite large bed!
A line of text suddenly appeared before her eyes:
[Good girl, hurry up and kick Dumbledore off his pedestal!]
Good grief, the haunting Godric Gryffindor!
This old fellow had bypassed the restrictions she had set and sought her out again.
Truly worthy of being one of the founders!
However, it was useless, because right now, Hogwarts belonged to Audrey!
"Gryffindor Restricted Zone" reset!
Activated!
The world instantly became quiet.
Everyone in the Great Hall still had to go through the lengthy sorting ceremony for new students before they could eat, but Audrey didn't have that trouble at all.
All sorts of delicacies were continuously transported to her small golden dining table.
Don't mock her taste.
It might be a bit vulgar, but since her body liked this style, Audrey said there was nothing she could do about it!
No words were spoken throughout the night.
Let sleeping dragons lie.
Audrey slept until four o'clock the next afternoon.
If Isaline hadn't come to her door, she might have slept forever.
"Audrey! Someone's looking for you!"
Audrey sat up groggily, her entire person starting to shimmer in and out of sight. After a moment, she spoke:
"So it's Lucas Bagshott, the head coach of the England National Quidditch Team... He wants me to join the English National Team? As a reserve Seeker?"
Audrey had clearly used the Demiguise's foresight. She smacked her lips and rolled out of bed.
"Momo, prepare some snacks for me. Something light!"
The dinner bell on the golden table rang softly. This was Momo's reply from the kitchen—one ring meant she understood.
Chapter 155: A Few Things About Quidditch (2 / 2)
"Isaline, just tell Mr. Bagshott that I appreciate his invitation, but I refuse,"
Audrey said with a smile, "He actually planned to offer three thousand Galleons as my payment? That's really looking down on people! Besides, I have no interest in that boring sport at all."
Isaline nodded. A match with Audrey participating would indeed be boring.
She could end the battle within ten seconds, making her the prime example of someone challenging the irrationality of Quidditch rules!
Moreover, hiring a woman who possessed the wealth of a nation for three thousand Galleons was truly a bit ridiculous.
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While Audrey was over there rejecting the national team's offer,
In the Gryffindor common room that night, Harry Potter and his friends were cheering for Quidditch.
"Harry, that's amazing! Professor Black actually gave you a Firebolt!"
Harry held the beautifully shaped Firebolt in his hands, looking excited and completely speechless.
"With this, we're definitely winning the Quidditch Championship this year!"
Ron put one arm around Harry's shoulder and stroked the broom's handle with his other hand.
"I'm so jealous of you, Harry, having such a great godfather! And he's so generous. If only my mom could be like him!"
George and Fred were also beaming on the side.
"This is great! This is Wood's final year. The championship is probably the best farewell gift we could give him!"
"Haha, maybe next year I'll miss his hellish training!"
George patted Fred. "Let's go to the kitchen to get something to eat and drink. We should celebrate properly today!"
Angelina leaned in. "Hurry up! Get plenty of meat!"
Fred gave an OK gesture and slipped out of the common room with George.
Seeing the two leave, Angelina pushed Ron aside and put her arm around Harry's shoulder. "Harry, now that you have a Firebolt, that Nimbus 2000 is free. Can I use it?"
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George and Fred went to the kitchen with familiar ease.
As soon as the enthusiastic house-elves heard that Harry Potter wanted to celebrate getting a top-tier broomstick, they all mobilized immediately and prepared a lot of delicious food.
Half an hour later, the twins were on their way back, carrying two large bags full of food.
"I solemnly swear that I am up to no good!"
The twins glanced at the Marauder's Map—the map was still in the Weasley twins' hands.
"Old Filch is on the fourth floor. We can take that shortcut next to the Potions classroom!"
"Hey, Snape is near there. Isn't that a bit dangerous?"
Fred laughed. "No, look. Professor Lupin is in his office. Even if Professor Lupin leaves now, knowing Snape's personality, he won't come out to see him off,"
George nodded and picked up the conversation. "Exactly. Snape won't come out until Professor Lupin leaves this floor. And Professor Lupin—he's a good friend of Harry's father, just like Sirius. He's a Gryffindor!"
The two said in unison, "It doesn't matter even if we get caught by him!"
The twins walked towards the Potions classroom, grinning.
Sure enough, the way was clear. The two slipped into the shortcut leading to the Gryffindor common room.
They went through an archway, behind which was a spiral staircase.
Beside the staircase stood a suit of armor.
Such armor was everywhere in Hogwarts. When young wizards passed by, these suits of armor might move slightly and make noises to scare them.
But only first-years would fall for it. Old hands like the twins had long since gotten used to it.
"Clang!"
The suit of armor took a step forward.
The twins looked at each other indifferently, grinning and not taking it seriously at all.
The armor, holding a sword in both hands, took another step forward.
Usually, these armors wouldn't make such large movements.
So George tilted his head. "Peeves, is that you?"
Fred laughed. "It must be Peeves. No one else would be this boring."
George laughed along with him. "Peeves, a prank of this level won't scare anyone!"
However, in the next moment, the armor raised its greatsword high and swung it down towards George!
As a Beater, George's reaction speed was remarkably fast, and he quickly dodged.
But the armor pursued him relentlessly!
"This isn't Peeves!"
"I know! Peeves likes pranks, but he never tries to kill anyone!"
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