Hogwarts Blood Wizard

Looking at the content of the letter, Luna laughed.

The roommates on the side felt very surprised.

"Who sent you the letter? Your father? It seems that he didn't send you that nonsense newspaper this time..." Aurora said mockingly.

Luna didn't pay any attention to what she meant, and she was about to put away the letters.

But Aurora was annoyed that she ignored her attitude and snatched the letter.

As soon as he caught his eye, Aurora noticed the conspicuous signature at the bottom of the envelope and couldn't help exclaiming.

"Ivan Hals... was it the letter he sent you?"

When the other little witches heard this, they squeezed up to watch gossiping, and they all saw the contents of the envelope.

"Can you return the letter to me?" Luna said, with a hint of displeasure in her plain tone.

Aurora did not mean to return, but questioned suspiciously."Couldn't this letter be forged by you? Ivan Hals is going to participate in the Quidditch competition. Why is it that I am sending you a roundabout letter, just come over and tell you?"

The other little witches in the bedroom also didn't believe it.

Just as Aurora said that everyone is in the same school, so close, this is a small matter, you have to write a letter and send it over?

So maybe Luna herself faked it, pretending to have a very famous friend, to deal with their ridicule.

Although this is strange, it is impossible for normal people to do this, but the other party is Ravenclaw's crazy girl, and no one can guess her thoughts.

"Return the letter to me, Aurora!" Luna emphasized again, with an unhappy expression almost on her face.

Aurora chuckled and didn't mean to pay attention to Luna at all, as if she planned to show this letter to more people.

Luna directly drew out her magic wand and pointed it at the other party!

"All petrochemicals!"

An ethereal voice sounded in the dormitory, and a white light beam shot out from the top of the magic wand in an instant.

The smile on Aurora's face stopped and turned into a look of horror.

She didn't expect that Luna would actually do it to herself, she couldn't react at all, she could only watch her being hit by the beam.

In a short period of time, Aurora felt that her body was rapidly becoming hard, and then her consciousness stayed in this second.

Luna's sudden eruption went beyond everyone's expectations, and the roommates who had laughed at her were all frightened.

"Gosh, how dare you attack Aurora with magic..."

"You're done, I want to tell Professor Flitwick!"

"Look at her! I'm going to notify the prefect to come..."

......

After these little witches were relieved, they scolded them in anger and horror, and some even pointed their magic wands at Luna, but they had no guts to start.

Luna directly ignored them, only when they did not exist, stepped forward and took the letter back from Aurora's hand, folded it, and finally looked at the graffiti-painted sign with some distress. .

Fortunately, Luna quickly recalled that the clean-up spell Ivan taught her in the corridor a month ago might be useful.

Hmm...it should be used like this!

Luna thought, waving her wand with a wonderful melody, whispering to herself.

"Clean up!"

The wind of magic swept across the sign, like an eraser, brushing away the messy traces of the picture on it, revealing the original face of the sign.

The original golden writing on it was magically applied, so it was naturally not affected by the cleaning spell.

The little witch nodded very satisfied.

Cleanup spell, she has learned...

......

Two days passed in a flash, and Ivan jumped repeatedly in the interweaving of learning and training. He couldn't take any time off all day, until the Quidditch match day was relieved.

But the other Quidditch players were just the opposite of him, all of them nervous.

Because this time the gap between their score and Slytherin was too big, the 150 points scored by the Snitch was not enough to smooth the gap.

"All right,"

As the gate to the arena opened, Ivan mounted his firebolt and flew all the way out of the arena through the passage.

The ring seats that had been empty during training were already crowded with people. The little wizards were very enthusiastic holding various signs to cheer for their academy teams, cheering and applause continued.

Along with these, it was introduced into Ivan's ears, and Jordan's very enthusiastic explanation.

"Now it’s the Gryffindor team! As everyone knows, because Harry accidentally fell from the sky due to the influence of the Dementors in the previous game, he accidentally lost to the Hufflepuff team and was Slytherin opened a gap of more than a hundred points...

This is extremely unfair. If the last time Cedric is unaffected, Harry will definitely be able to catch the Snitch..."

As Jordan explained, he inevitably brought some personal emotions. Halfway through the talk, he started to discuss what would happen if Gryffindor won the last game.

It was not until Professor McGonagall stared at him fiercely that Jordan hurriedly changed his words and started talking about business.

But when he glanced at each player and was about to talk about the staffing, he was surprised to find Ivan wearing a Gryffindor uniform and riding a broomstick on the field.

"It's Ivan Hals! God, he actually entered the competition... What a surprise! It's a firebolt! The latest concept broom... Harry actually has one, we Gryffindor It's saved!"

Jordan yelled in excitement. Under the blessing of the Hong Liang curse, his voice even overwhelmed the cheers of the audience, echoing constantly on the court.

Like Jordan, many little wizards on the field also discovered that Gryffindor had replaced a player, and Ivan, who originally claimed not to participate, appeared on the field again.

Gryffindor’s little lions are simply happy, because the score gap is too big, they actually did not report any expectations for this game. They thought they would definitely lose today’s Quidditch trophy, but Ivan appeared. Let them rekindle hope!

After all, Ivan scored 25 goals in a single game last year, which is really impressive...

Ivan rode a firebolt around the field with others, enjoying the cheers of the crowd.

However, as he passed by the Gryffindor seat, he heard a strange word mixed with cheers.

"Great, our Gryffindor pitching machine is back!"

Ivan almost fell off the broom when he heard this.

What the bastard said?

Ivan turned his head abruptly and looked at it intently. There were a lot of people sitting in the direction where the sound came from, but Ivan still judged the owner of the sound from the familiar sound—Simofinigan!