Chapter 92

Just the day before the Gryffindor team sent out a wail, hutchpatch's new academy team was training

"Senior Digory."

In the pouring rain curtain, a clear voice came from the field.

"Wait, stop," Cedric shouted. "I'll go down and have a look. You continue training!"

The badgers' Quidditch uniforms were soaked, but they didn't feel it and continued to practice hard before the game.

Cedric controlled his broom to fall. At first, he only vaguely saw a figure. He didn't see the appearance of the comer until he came near.

That's Maka!

He was standing in the rain, but as soon as the violent rainstorm fell around him, it seemed to be blocked by an invisible barrier and slipped away from him.

At the moment, his body was still dry, quite different from Cedric's wet and tight look.

"Oh, McLean? Your waterproof spell looks really good..." Cedric looked at him strangely and asked, "what's the matter with coming here today?"

During the period since the beginning of school, he repeatedly invited Maka to join the hospital team, but Maka always politely refused, without exception.

As the race day approached, he also gave up the idea of inviting again.

He didn't understand why Maka came here in the heavy rain today?

"I'm here to apply for a place in the first game," Marca said calmly. "I've been thinking about what I have to pay for the honor of hatch patch college, so I'm here."

"Oh - really?" Cedric said happily. "That's great! Let me ask you - someone must be willing to make room for you!"

Sure enough, when Cedric called everyone down to gather, the new players welcomed Maka very much.

In Hufflepuff college, where the collective sense of honor is very significant, personal honor is not so important. Everyone is willing to contribute their seats to the achievements of Hufflepuff college.

Of course, Marca chose the position of chasing the player.

Although it is the most appropriate for his plan to knock Cedric off, it is a little inappropriate to suddenly run out and replace the captain.

After that, Maka also removed the waterproof spell and began a hasty running in training with other team members.

It has to be said that Maka's talent in flying is really very strong. As soon as he enters the team, the whole rhythm will gradually revolve around him.

Before long, Cedric repeatedly adjusted the tactical layout to adapt to Maka's joining.

Until the end, Hufflepuff team returned to the original tactical mode again - focusing on obtaining basic points and paying attention to the point winning strategy of the chaser's attack and defense.

To tell you the truth, everyone can't wait for the upcoming game, because Hufflepuff's "scoring maniac" is back again!

But the first game came faster than they thought.

The next day, when the hufflepuffs had just finished training, Slytherin captain Marcus flint suddenly appeared at the entrance of the dressing room of Quidditch field.

"Hey, Digory!" said flint, with a ruffian face leaning against the door frame. "I have something to tell you."

Cedric looked at him suspiciously and asked, "what's up?"

Hufflepuff's players came in wet, and when they saw flint, they all showed a look of disgust.

Flint is a guy who does anything to win. He takes other Slytherin players on the court and makes small moves constantly. No one in other college teams likes him.

"In fact, our team's seeker was injured before - it was caused by the eagle horse raised by that stupid professor. I think you should know..." flint hummed and smiled, "so we have to change the preliminary matches with you."

"Isn't that quite right?" Cedric frowned.

"It's just a change of scene. What's wrong?" flint smiled, showing his crooked teeth and looking a little disgusting.

"Senior flint, haven't you graduated yet..."

Suddenly, Maka came out from behind. He calmly looked at each other and said, "if I remember correctly, you were in seventh grade last year?"

Flint's bad smile froze at once.

Yes, this guy should have graduated and left school last year, but he was repeated because he failed many courses! This is undoubtedly a disgrace in the pure blood family. His father beat him up with anger and thought he had blackened the flint family.

"Hum! Yes! I've passed the grade. What's the matter?" he glared at Maka fiercely and gnashed his teeth.

"We already know about the game," Marca calmly walked up to him step by step and looked at him coldly. "Is there anything else to say?"

Maka pulled out her wand, and the emerald green light appeared at the top of the wand. Flint was immediately frightened and stepped back.

"No, no... it's nothing..." he stammered. After exiting the dressing room, he ran away and disappeared in the twinkling of an eye.

Several senior Hufflepuff looked at Maka's wand and were a little frightened. They also learned the horror of the unforgivable curse and knew that the magic brilliance of the curse of death was green.

"That's --" Cedric asked cautiously.

"Huh? Oh..." Maka turned around, waved her wand and extinguished the green light on the tip of the wand. "It's just a variant wand luminous spell. Don't be nervous."

They all breathed heavily, and only a few lower grade players maintained a blank look.

"Slytherin just doesn't want to play in this weather, but anyway, their strength is just like that. Even if they change the competition environment, they won't have any chance." Maka calmly analyzed, "they may not even win Gryffindor."

On the eve of the game, the storm continued, even worse than before.

The corridors and classrooms were dark, and the professors only lit some torches and lights for lighting. Slytherin is indeed complacent, and no one can compare with Malfoy in this regard.

"Oh, if only my arm were better!" he said loudly, and from time to time he deliberately sighed.

At this time, the strong wind outside was hitting the window, making a constant clatter.

Harry got rid of a nagging captain wood behind him and stopped outside the defense against the dark arts classroom. He pushed the door open and rushed in.

"I'm sorry I'm late, Professor Lupin, I --" he said as he walked in.

However, it was not Professor Lupin who looked at him on the podium, but Snape.

"This class started ten minutes ago, Potter. I think Gryffindor should be deducted ten. Sit down."

"Where is Professor Lupin?"

Lupin is not here. Because now, he had to shrink in the corner of the office and wait for the werewolf's deformation to pass.

The wolf poison potion made by Maka is very effective. Although lupin became a werewolf on the full moon night last night, his reason as a human still remains.

But the more this time, the more painful and uneasy he was.

Remus Lupin is a lonely man, which is inseparable from his painful experience. At the age of four, his father offended the werewolf fenril greyback. In retaliation, one night, greyback invaded Lupin's house from the window and bit the young Remus lupin.

Since then, Lupin's life has become obscure and lonely.

As time went by, his parents tried all kinds of ways, but they couldn't cure him. He and his parents thought it was impossible for him to enter Hogwarts - other parents wouldn't want their children to get close to a werewolf.

But Dumbledore gave him a chance. He met many friends at school, including Sirius Black and Harry's father James Potter... And, of course, dwarf Peter.

It was once his happiest day.

But after graduation, Lu Ping, immersed in friendship, had to face reality. In his case, it is difficult to get a suitable job, and his life has become difficult.

But it doesn't matter how hard it is. He can stick to it.

But what saddened him most was that he had frightened a child on a full moon night.

Although he tried his best to suppress his wolf nature, he left there quickly. But he will never forget the confused and frightened young eyes.

Lupin is a person who likes children very much, but he frightened an innocent child himself, which made him hate himself for the first time.

In the past, even if he knew he was abnormal, he often looked at himself as a victim - and that's true. But from that day on, he suddenly understood a sad conclusion.

Sometimes, the victim will become the perpetrator. I'm afraid this is an inevitable result for him.

"McLean, are you... Really not afraid?"

Lupin, who has become a werewolf, looks ugly, but he looks calm because the effect of wolf venom is constantly working.

"Why?" asked Marka calmly.

Entrusted by Dumbledore, Marca is responsible for guarding lupin when he changes, so as to avoid any misunderstanding in this critical period.

He sat behind Lupin's desk, writing something with his head down, while lupin shrank in the corner between the bookshelf and his desk.

"Werewolves are always disturbing - they are cruel, bloodthirsty, keen to attack humans, and very dangerous," said lupin, who became a werewolf. "Aren't they?"

"Professor, are you doubting the effect of the wolf venom I prepared?"

Maka moved her eyes from her notebook to Lupin's furry face. He patted lupin on the shoulder and squeezed out a dry smile.

"Don't worry, at least I think it's very effective," he joked hard.