I Have a Big Problem with My Hogwarts

　　 The last Friday of September.

　　 The first Sunshine Sports Week, which has been prepared for more than half a month for the entire Hogwarts, has finally begun.

　　 The weather on this day is as clear as the astronomy professor predicted. It is a rare good weather. Maybe because the location is not in the sky, it does not rain as soon as the sports meet.

　　 At eight o'clock in the morning that day, almost all the little wizards gathered in the stands of the venue, and a group of professors including Dumbledore also appeared in the main stand of the Quidditch Stadium.

"Player cards! Take all the player cards! Don't take them off in the middle. You will use them for ranking scoring, and remember your own serial number. When the game starts, only the serial number will be called, not the name! Being late during the game is considered abandoning the game..."

　　 In a hidden corner under the stands, an officer of the Cultural and Sports Department is tirelessly repeating it side by side for the athletes to carry the players' cards.

　　 It is noisy here, but overall it is obvious that they are divided into four groups. They wear the uniforms of each college and can clearly distinguish the college they belong to by the color of the robe.

"I'm G302. What number did you get Harry." Ron looked at the player card in his hand with excitement, and then lightly pressed it in front of him, and the number on it was printed on his. On the robe, and it was still slightly fluorescent.

Harry also pressed the player's card on his robe in the same way: "I am G306. When I saw that they issued the cards, they actually issued the cards in order. Hermione was the first to go. She received Gran. Fendor’s first player card in the third grade-G301."

　　Hermione was not with them. She was placed in the first row of the Gryffindor phalanx because of her height. Ron looked at her with envy.

　　 "I don't know if I can change with her, I feel that the number 1 is more auspicious."

　　 Harry shrugged: "I guess it won't work. When I got the sign, I saw that the people in the sports department wrote down the names and numbers one by one. It might not be possible to change them privately."

　　 "Hi! Guys! I wish you all perform normally today, and don't forget our secret weapon!" George and Fred didn't know when they came over and winked at them.

　　 Ron curled his lips: "We used it in the first game at most. If other academies see the game later, they will definitely learn from it."

　　 "Do you think we can do just that?" George said with a grin.

Fred continued his accent: "We have tried hundreds of combinations and methods recently. What we teach you is only one of the more useful ones. If other colleges learn it, we can naturally pick it up in the next competition. Come out even more powerful!"

　　 Ron curled his lips in disbelief.

　　 "I hope you are not bragging."

　　Slytherin’s phalanx, with the S106 player card, Xiaobui was also in the first-year team with his hands on his hips and triumphantly talking about his discoveries.

"Remember, the distance to hand over the baton during the relay run is 20 meters, which means that as long as the four people in charge of the relay run, as long as everyone throws the baton at the limit of 20 meters, the next person will use the flying baton. Curse the baton in our hands, then we can save 100 meters! The champion is definitely ours!"

　　 The surrounding first-year wizards looked at Xiao Bui with admiration.

　　 "Sister Basak is so smart!"

　　 "The number one must be ours!"

　　 "It is my duty to revive the glory of Slytherin!"

　　 "......"

However, a shy Slytherin boy whispered: "But we have only been in school for less than a month, and the floating spell is not proficient in using it. 20 is 80 meters, not 100 meters."

　　 The surrounding air seems to freeze...

　　 Xiao Mu said angrily.

"Of course I know it is 80 meters. My mathematics was taught by Lynn himself. How could it be wrong! This is just a test of your mathematics ability. As a wizard mathematics, you must do it. And since you don't know how to do it. Flying curse, it means that the first-year little wizards in other academies can't, but I will! Then the 20-meter gap will widen!"

　　 Suddenly, the group of younger brothers who came by relying on Ren (Wei) Ge (force) Mei (Li) force (inducing) looked at her with starry eyes.

　　 "Sister Basak is amazing!"

　　 "We are determined to win!"

　　 "Winning the championship is success!"

　　 "......"

　　 Just when the little wizards in the phalanx of each academy were nervous and excited, the deputy head of the cultural and sports department was also the person in charge of the phalanx project and shouted to all the athletes holding the wand blessed by the sound amplification spell.

"Okay! Okay! The heads of the phalanx of the colleges come to me and are ready for the final check. The time is about to come, and we have 10 minutes to play. The teams are all standing neatly, just like our previous rehearsal. It’s the same as the time! Be careful this time, don’t have any accidents that the people behind step on the shoes of the people in front again. The professors and classmates on the stage are watching. You wear it back!"

There was a roar of laughter from all the little wizards in the phalanx, and they looked at Neville, who was flushed in the Gryffindor phalanx. During the rehearsal, he stepped on Seamer’s shoes in front of him~www.readwn .com~ At the same time, there was a cheerful male voice on the Quidditch court.

"Good morning, brothers and sisters! I am Gryffindor’s famous Quidditch commentator Lee Jordan! I will still give you a professional and passionate explanation of this sports meeting. For this reason, I have found a lot of books about After watching the expertise of the Muggle Olympics for a long time, I discovered that track and field have a long history..."

　　 Before he could finish his words, a calm female voice interrupted him.

　　 "Hello everyone, I'm Hana Flint, Slytherin's Broadcasting Department, and I'm also the commentator of this games."

　　 "Hi~ You interrupted me to speak Flint!" Lee Jordan said dissatisfiedly, clutching the tip of his wand, but his voice still spread throughout the Quidditch arena.

"You have too much nonsense. I felt that way since I heard you explain Quidditch in the audience." Hana Flint rolled her eyes and said unceremoniously. She didn't even have a "microphone". He covered it, and said his disgust so grandly, causing laughter from the stands.

　　 Jordan was dissatisfied and wanted to argue with Flint, but sitting not far away, Professor McGonagall, who was in charge of overseeing the order of the game, turned his head and glared at him. He could only suppress what he wanted to say.

　　 "Well, let's not gossip, the first Hogwarts Magic Track and Field Games officially begins!"

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