With Angelina Johnson's help, Carl finally met the Weasley Brothers.
The three of them strolled to a hidden corner in the corridor, and Carl returned the marauder's map to them.
"You don't need it anymore?"
"Things are a bit difficult; you guys need this more."
Carl had already memorized all the secret passages in Hogwarts Castle, and the marauder's map's only use was to monitor Heller and Quirrell.
However, the lack of progress these past few days confirmed once again that it would be impossible to catch the other party off guard in the short term.
In any case, Headmaster Dumbledore already knew about this, and he would surely take action.
And without the marauder's map, Carl was worried that the Weasley Brothers, who frequently roamed at night, would be caught by Filch and Madam Norris.
"What exactly do you need the marauder's map for? Why don't you tell us?"
So Carl told them about the two matters, and to his surprise, George and Fred immediately became excited.
"That's great, Carl! We also think the Castle has a magiccore!"
"Exactly! We looked for it for a long time before the summer holiday, and even explored all the secret passages in the Castle several times!"
"Leave this to us, we'll definitely give you a surprise then."
"As for Professor Heller's matter, that's even less of a problem; we used to observe the Professors' positions frequently."
The brothers patted their chests and took on both tasks, their enthusiasm soaring.
Seeing this, Carl quickly reminded them, "Don't rush to find the Castle's magic core, just take your time."
"As for Professor Heller, you must be extremely careful; just observe him from afar, and absolutely do not approach him closely."
While speaking, Carl handed two bracelets to the Weasley Brothers.
To ensure their safety, he asked Audrey to weave the cat-panther fur provided by Nina into the bracelets.
This was to prevent Elvis Heller from using Legilimencyand harming George and Fred if he discovered their intentions.
Understanding the risks involved, the Weasley Brothersimmediately put on the bracelets.
"Carl, how are you going to thank us?"
"Christmas is only three months away."
Carl gave them a knowing look, "Don't worry, I definitely won't disappoint you."
"Hehe! That's good!" x 2
...
A new week began.
If there was anything the Young Wizards were looking forward to, it was definitely the Quidditch team tryouts and Flying Class.
While eating in the Great Hall in the morning, Carl noticed the spirited Cedric and Summers.
These two had a determined air, as if they wouldn't rest until they made the team.
As for Shabi and Stebbins, Carl had heard them discussing their flying skills before he went to sleep last night.
How should I put it? It was quite an obsessive state.
After Defense Against the Dark Arts Class ended in the afternoon, the Hufflepuffs swarmed out, heading straight for the grass next to the Quidditch Pitch.
Carl followed the crowd at the back, smiling as he greeted Professor Heller.
"Goodbye, Professor." Eat shit, you!
"Goodbye, Mr. O'Connell."
To be polite to you on the surface, but secretly dig up your ancestors' graves, that's probably how it is.
Arriving at the lawn where Flying Class was held, the Ravenclaws were already waiting.
Two rows of broomsticks were laid on the ground, and the signs of age on them almost made one want to cry.
Madam Hooch, who taught this class, was still over at the Quidditch Pitch, discussing the tryouts with the Quidditchteam captains of the four houses.
The Hufflepuffs quickly joined the Ravenclaws, bragging to each other.
This one had blown up a Muggle airplane, that one had been flying for two and a half years.
It seemed like every one of them was a naturally gifted flyer, the kind who could lead the Quidditch team to victory if they joined.
Carl glanced at the spirited Cho, then turned to chat with Nina.
"You like Quidditch too?"
"No, I'm not interested in a sport that has over seven hundred types of fouls, and the number is still increasing."
"What? How many did you say?"
"You heard right, over seven hundred types."
Nina's words shocked Carl; he really didn't know this.
Is this Quidditch? I love it, I love it!
Cho, who overheard their conversation, couldn't help but quickly defend her beloved Quidditch.
"It's not that serious, actually. If you just prohibit the use of wands, you can avoid 90% of the fouls."
"The remaining 10% rarely happen in most cases, and only about ten common ones occur frequently."
Carl: (⊙ o ⊙)
"Wow! That's really quite… uh… how should I put it? Quite reassuring!"
Nina hid behind Carl and continued to tease Cho in a playful tone:
"Besides the fouls, Quidditch rules are also strange. Even if a player gets injured or disabled, no substitute is allowed to enter the game; they must continue playing."
Carl: "Huh? Isn't that playing with your life?"
When he read the books and watched the movies, he hadn't paid much attention to Quidditch.
Because he felt it looked a bit silly to ride on a broom, and no one looked good on it except for that cat that couldn't catch mice.
Now it seems like a pity; he missed out on a lot of fun.
Cho glared angrily at Nina, unable to resist grinding her teeth, "You didn't tell the whole story! If the game goes on for several days, substitute players are allowed to enter the game so the starting players can sleep."
"Oh? Is that so? Sounds like a fair, reasonable, and humane sport, doesn't it~"
"Ah! I'm going to have a friendship break for one minute with you! Watch me give you a good beating!"
"Nyah nyah nyah~ Can't catch me~"
"You stop right there!"
Carl: ...
Alright, alright, alright! So this is how you want to play?
Then why bother with Quaffle or the Golden Snitch? It's so much easier to just hit people!
Just as Nina and Cho were playing around him, chasing each other like Qin Shi Huang around the pillar, Carl suddenly felt someone staring at him.
He turned his head to look, and it was Cedric. Oh, then it's fine.
Carl stepped aside, letting the two plastic best friends resolve their grievances, and walked towards Cedric.
"The team tryouts have to wait until our class is over, right? Why are you here so early?"
"Uh… I…"
Cedric stammered for a while, then quickly came up with an excuse: "I came to see your flying talent. Maybe we can fight side-by-side in the future and win the championship for Hufflepuff."
He spoke with such righteousness that he seemed to believe it himself.
"Alright then! You watch carefully!"
Carl was too lazy to expose him, only hoping that he wouldn't be utterly defeated by Cho in the future.
...
"Class is starting now! What are you all waiting for? Everyone stand next to a broomstick."
Madam Hooch had short gray hair and sharp, eagle-like yellow eyes.
"Quick! Hurry up!"
The Hufflepuffs and Ravenclaws quickly followed her instructions and took their positions, feeling very excited.
"Place your hand above your broomstick and say: 'Up!'"
So the Young Wizards all started shouting, but only a few obedient brooms responded.
And that did not include Carl.
Carl: (._.)
Big bro! Move!
It's work time! Still lying there sleeping?