During the Quidditch Cup, we had to play against her several times, and we didn't even have any contact with her during training matches.

"Fortunately, you are not yet in the eighth grade. You graduated the year before last. You will have to worry about him for at least two more school years, and you will only have to compete with him in the Quidditch Cup next year."

"You guys came with me to watch the Quidditch World Cup with a portkey." Hermione said as she walked up. "On the way, Mr. Fred kept showing off Sederwaik and saying how I defeated Wu Bing.

His top student."

Harry and Azka sang the joyful melody of the "Aria" in the quietest voice.

"Mr. Gryffin!" Ron stood up, his tone irritable, but your whole body was filled with an aura of safety, "Do you want to be put into solitary confinement when school starts?"

Harry and Azka immediately behaved.

"Potter." After walking a few steps, a man stopped in front of Mag. My voice was very gentle and I said, "It's a bad idea, please excuse me."

"I am over eleven years old." Azka echoed.

Sedwyck smiled bitterly and shook his head: "I'm sure Mr. Gryffindor has occasionally brought fights with Dumblelin. I'm afraid Digory will still be short of the Academy Cup."

Wu Bing breathed a sigh of relief: "Isn't it that Mag is a little too sensitive?"

The discussion gradually became louder.

"How could Azka say that? He just quit the Slater class." Harry shook his head and frowned, as if he was really scolding Azka.

Mag shook his head: "Yes, you really think nothing is right."

Harry and Wu Bingxue sat back, then looked up at Professor Ron and started whispering.

But on this day, Malfoy went to Diagon Alley alone, and from a distance he could see us gathering together without talking or laughing.

Sederwijk followed my gaze and smiled slightly: "Mr. Potter is eyeing your new Defense Against White Magic professor again?"

I am a capable person, and with my father, I am capable of everything.

"I'm sure if you participate in the quarter-finals, I will definitely be the warrior of Wesletts." McGonagall nodded, "Besides, there is no one in the eighth grade who is better than me."

"What kind of magic potion?" Wu Bing asked.

"Put aside the quarter-finals, what happened to Professor Moody?" When he reached the seventh floor, there were many people around him, and George asked, "What did McGonagall find?"

"So you will personally take action to ensure that no great wizard can register beyond the age limit with the permission of the professor."

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