Ravenclaw's Blue Gem

"Don't worry, you don't have to be too restrained against me, Zoe."

Zoe couldn't help showing a faltering expression: "I shouldn't have introduced myself, Professor."

"Actually, it's because of Max-you don't look like her at all, except for this skin." Margaret laughed.

Zoe is very fresh, she used to hear Max's news only from Lucius or Dumbledore-except for the fragmented information she had dreamed of during the summer vacation, she still knew nothing about Max.

"You mean I am not like her? But Mr. Lucius said that I and my mother are almost exactly the same."

"Don't pay attention to what Lucius said. He couldn't get close to her even a millimeter, or did he dare not get close?" Margaret sneered, "Your mother is a freak, every part of her They are all different from others, and they are very good at getting involved and hiding themselves..." She stopped talking and chuckled nostalgicly.

"Professor Margaret..."

"Call me Meg in private. Draco told me about you too." Margaret said. "I used to gather four academies to equip them. Now almost everything except Slytherin has to spend Time to adapt to the new broomstick and adjust the tactics...Today it is Slytherin's turn to use the court, let's go and have a look." Her tone couldn't be denied.

"But I will have class later, Professor." Zoe's lie was exposed by Margaret, "Don't lie to me, Zoe. I know you only need to take the ancient magic text this afternoon."

"How are you..."

"Some ways, dear." Margaret grabbed Zoe's shoulders—not to show intimacy, but to make sure that Zoe wouldn’t slip away. There are great benefits."

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Today’s wind was extremely violent. As soon as she left the castle, Zoe felt the strong wind blow her robes slapped, the wind kept pouring into the gaps in the robes, and her hair was uncontrollably messed up. Flying.Zoe curled her hands and feet, trying to make her windy face a little bit smaller, but she still sneezed quietly.

"You are as weak as a quail, Zoe." Margaret frowned, and she could feel the girl trembling in her arms. "It's still early in winter."

Zoe swallowed the request of "Then you can't let me go back to the castle to be roasted?" She learned from Draco that the woman in front of her would not change her wishes.

"You indoor guys are really unreasonable. Don't you know that you can only have a healthy physique only by exercising? Before, as long as I called Max, she hid in the lounge, just to prevent me from chasing her and catching her out. "Margaret said depressed.

"I can understand how she feels...but I thought your relationship was not good at all." Zoe looked at Margaret and found that she twitched her mouth and didn't answer her.

"These little bastards came very quickly this time," she muttered, and Zoe saw seven dark green figures appearing on the pitch in the distance.Margaret's pace is very fast, but unlike Snape, she still takes Zoe's factor into consideration instead of keeping herself moving forward.

"Good morning, Professor Margaret." Slytherin's captain Marcus Flint is a big boy, and in fact everyone on the Slytherin Academy—except for Draco who joined them last year— -They all have a well-developed body, which is one of the reasons why they have been able to achieve good results in the past Academy Cups.

Draco stood among these big men, so thin that they almost disappeared.He was so surprised that he opened his mouth to look at Zoe first and then Margaret, obviously at a loss for the combination that appeared here.

Zoe smiled at him, unnaturally.Not only because of the current situation, but because of the conversation with Luna in the morning, she realized for the first time the role that Draco might take in the eyes of others.

The Slytherin team is the one with the most complicated attitude towards Margaret of the four teams, because after Margaret took office, she immediately summoned the captains of the four teams and replaced the existing school in the name of personal donation. All the old broomsticks have been replaced with the Slytherin team's light wheel series as the standard.This time, Slytherin, who had a huge advantage in hardware, could only stand on the same starting line with the other three teams in an instant. You must know that those teams were all using old comets.

Marcus protested at that time, but Margaret only told him that she was using her actions to prove her speech during the inauguration ceremony."Listen, Flint, if you can only rely on better equipment to gain an advantage, how can you go in a higher direction?"

"But the advantage of equipment should have been part of Quidditch. This is reasonable, Professor!" Flint retorted.

"Yes, it is indeed as reasonable as the existence of the world. But now I am the boss, and I ask you to use the same standard broomstick. Either you fly or you quit. It's that simple."

But Slytherin is obviously impossible to quit. Flint looked at the overjoyed Gryffindor Wood with murderous hatred. It is impossible for the remaining two teams to have any objections. They also used the old broomstick to compete. of.

Chapter Twenty-two

Margaret allowed them to train on their own. She would stay here, just to ensure the safety of the students. Now Hogwarts is full of restless dementors, and there is another hiding in the dark. Where is Sirius Black.Professor McGonagall was finally relieved by Margaret's entanglement, but she asked Margaret to watch each team while they were training to avoid accidents.

Zoe hugged her arms and endured the howling wind around him, Margaret was finally willing to let her go.She watched Draco ascend in the air and reach a high point, turning the broomstick and turning.Seven dark green shadows were flying in the sky hunting ground in an orderly and disorderly manner. Zoe had to squint to see who and whose hands the ghost fly ball was passing at high speed.Slytherin was able to achieve many successes in the past, not just because they had better broomsticks.

Draco stopped in the air suddenly, looking around. The team asked him to find the snitch the fastest, and he searched around."Well, Quidditch is still good, right?" Margaret looked at her with a smile.

"Perhaps, but I still don't have much interest." Zoe didn't look at Margaret's eyes. "Can I go back, Professor? It's too cold outside, I'll catch a cold."

"Go? Why, you haven't flown yet."

Zoe was shocked: "Fly, fly? What are you talking about!" Then she desperately saw Margaret raising her wand and shouting "Broom fly", a handful of comets (now all piled up in the warehouse) Gray) came from the sky and fell straight into her hands.

"Professor, I am not feeling well, and I must go to Madam Pomfrey..."

Zoe turned around and left, only to find that his collar had been caught from behind.Relying on her strength, Margaret took Zoe back at once and threw the broom directly into her arms.

Zoe stepped on the broom reluctantly-she would naturally still be able to fly. Flying lessons were offered in the first grade, not to mention that she was originally a child from a wizard family.As her footsteps gradually became suspended, Zoe's comet swayed her up into the air, then stopped.

She was always perfunctory in the first-year flight class. Mrs. Hooch's class does not require a unified final exam, only proof that you can get on the broom and fly so many times.The most dazzling person at the time of the assessment was Harry. He was selected for the Gryffindor team because of his superb flying skills in the first year and helped the team win the Quidditch Cup that year.

The weather was already cold, Zoe was riding on the broomstick, and the biting wind was blowing from all directions. She felt that the hands holding the broomstick were about to lose consciousness, as if they had lost touch with the body.She was about to negotiate with Margaret again, but saw Margaret inviting another broom and flew straight to her.

She threw a red ball up and down in her hand. Last year Zoe watched a Quidditch game somehow. Luna by her side instilled a bit of Quidditch knowledge into her. She knew the name of the ball was a ghost. With flying ball, three chasers from each team will pass the ghost flying ball to each other, let it pass through the opponent's goal, and score 10 points for a goal.

"Professor Margaret, you..." Zoe's mouth twitched and couldn't help asking.But she had some faint suspicions in her heart.

"Oh, oh, it's really rare. I can finally abuse Maxsby on the court..." Margaret said with a smile, "Look, there are idle holes on the other side of the court, let's go play How about two or three games? Those who lose have to treat you."

"You said something that people can't ignore..." Zoe tried to land. "You said that my mother and I are not alike at all? Is everything a lie?"

Margaret smiled: "But you look a lot like her, it's for your good, Zoe. Isn't it great to exercise?"

Zoe intuitively believed that this was not Margaret's true purpose: "Then you don't have to fool me like this."

"I heard Draco say you don't like Quidditch? Why?"

"I have no obligation to like it."

"Yes. But whenever humans like or hate, there should always be a reason. You hate Quidditch, have you ever been hurt by it?"

"No."

"Have you ever had any reason to hate it?"

"nor."

"Even once, have you been in contact with Quidditch personally?"

"……No."

"If that's the case, why not try it? Quidditch can definitely bring you a lot of fun."

Zoe shook her head. She didn't understand why Margaret insisted on trying Quidditch: "I shouldn't like it, my heart is rejecting it."

At this moment, she suddenly rubbed a high-speed object on the side of her cheek, and Zoe felt a slight tingling on her cheek instantly.She turned her head in horror, and found the ghost flying ball still in Margaret's hand, which was flying forward at high speed until the kinetic energy completely disappeared before falling to the ground.

"Are you angry?" The culprit looked at her with a smile.

"I'm very angry." Zoe gritted his teeth, Merlin was on, another professor who directly attacked the students!It is still the most important face for girls.

"Great. Are you interested in competing with me?" She defiantly said, "As yourself, not as anyone else..."

"Even if you only score one goal, I count you as winning. How, compare?"

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