Chapter - 38 Poor Mclaggen

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Feeling Hagrid's unease, the trio exchanged a few comforting words before bidding him goodbye and strolling back to the castle.

Their pockets filled with rock cakes, and out of politeness, they felt too embarrassed to refuse him.

As they walked, William broke the silence, asking, "What do you think about it?"

Cedric shook his head, responding, "William, it's doubtful that Fluffy was stolen from the Ministry of Magic's Department of Magical Creatures.

I've never heard anything from my Father."

'Amos Diggory, who works for the Department of Fantastic Creatures, was Cedric's father.'

His father always shares the happenings inside the Ministry.

But even after the attack, his dad never talked about the department being attacked.

'was there some kind of rule that day stopping people from talking about it?'

The fact that his dad stayed quiet about it made Cedric even more curious.

" It seemed like there might be some kind of secret or rule about not discussing what happened."

The attack occurred on August 1st, but it was only just disclosed in the Daily Prophet.

Why did the Ministry of Magic keep it under wraps for so long? What were they hiding?

William's interest was piqued with this mystery and wanted to unfold it for answers.

The three of them discussed the mystery as they made their way.

As they reached the Quidditch training ground, Gryffindor's team selection was still going on.

The scene differed greatly from the cheerful image they had in mind.

The entire training ground buzzed with noise and an air of conflict.

Cho casted a suspicious glance at William. "What's happening now? Did something go wrong, and was it because of you?"

"I honestly don't know," William replied, shaking his head.

"Cho, I'm not the guy who's always causing trouble. I'm not some maniac or troublemaker."

"But it's weird that wherever you are, accidents seem to happen."

"..."

"It seems to be a lot serious." Cedric remarked with concern and slight happiness in his voice.

On the surface, Cedric appeared deeply concerned, but secretly, he couldn't help but feel happy.

He might not admit it, but as a competitor, Cedric wished for problems in Gryffindor's team selection.

The whole school agreed on Charlie Weasley's incredible talent in quidditch.

Professor McGonagall had flaunted it multiple times.

Gryffindor might have another player for the national team.

With such a legendary player, every was gunning Gryffindor for accidents.

William, Cedric, and Cho struggled to squeeze through the crowd, spotting an injured girl named Angelina Johnson.

Angelina and Cedric, both were second-year students, and shared a sibling-like bond.

Angelina was tall with her long black hair cascading into a ponytail, she was a thing of beauty.

However, at this moment, she lay on the lawn, injured.

Meanwhile, George had a bloodied nose, looking like he was hit.

Amidst the commotion, Fred held Angelina's shoulders, vigorously shaking her and calling out her name in distress.

The girl lay there, seemingly in a dazed faint.

William suspected that it might be because of Fred's vigorous shaking.

Fred, standing up, was like an angry bull, ready to confront Cormac McLaggen.

Meanwhile, Cho grabbed a Gryffindor girl nearby, asking for details about what had happened.

The situation unfolded rather simply:

Angelina had been competing for the Chaser position.

She threw ten shots, earning an impressive eight, which instantly secured her spot on the team,

None other than by Charlie Weasley himself.

Angelina, a mix of Irish and British heritage, stood excitedly on the training ground, dancing like there was no tomorrow for she was selected as a chaser.

Initially, everything seemed fine until McLaggen unexpectedly appeared with a Comet 250 while everyone was dancing.

Boasting about his flying skills, McLaggen took off and, lost control, crashing on Angelina merely ten seconds after leaving the ground.

Angelina was surrounded by the crowd at that time, Dancing with everyone and showing her exotic moves.

"Look at me now look at you,

Hot spicy and sexy, A wanna be.

The chosen Chaser, The rider,

Like a queen on his horse, yea baby I'm Royalty ,

Zooming the winds like a fish in the water."

Within the happy moment Mclaggen crashed on her like a bird for the fish.

Angelina took a hard hit and passed out, but thanks to the crowd, she had a bit of a cushion from all the people around her.

George had it rougher McLaggen's Comet 250's pole slapped his nose, and blood started dripping out like a bursted pipe.

Like an angry bull, Fred charged at McLaggen, and it turned into a tug-of-war as everyone tried to hold him back from beating Mclaggen to pulp.

If another fight breaks out, Gryffindor's house score will likely come to a negative 100.

That score was dangerously close to the worst record in history, and Professor McGonagall will definitely be mad about it.

George,with his nose plugged with paper, spoke with a nasally voice, "Alright, Fred, I'm alright, no need to worry."

"Hey, bro, don't get too worked up. I'll be fine soon," George reassured Fred, trying to calm him down.

Thinking Fred was seeking revenge for him, only if he knew,

George felt touched but didn't want any trouble.

However, as the paper fell out, his blood pump started again.

Fred was held back, while McLaggen looked like he got his guts back.

Then he began to loudly accuse Charlie, "You're the captain, it's your job to ensure everyone's safety. This is your fault, this is on your incompetence."

"What, would you mind saying that again?" Charlie Weasley flexed his muscles, showcasing his strength.

Next to Charlie, McLaggen seemed as thin as a stick against a club.

"Is this guy out of his mind?" Cedric exclaimed.

"Likely so-he set Heloise's hair on fire during the transfiguration class," Cho chimed in.

As the captain, Charlie's patience wore thin.

He spoke loudly, "Mr. McLaggen, please leave. According to the rules, only second-year students can take part in the Quidditch selection."

"If you don't leave right now, I'll definitely tell Professor McGonagall that you're permanently banned from Gryffindor's Quidditch team selection," Charlie warned sternly.

McLaggen's face reddened, and he took a few steps back, sneering,

"You'll kick me out? Me,

Forbid me from the selection? Do you know who my uncle is"

Before he could finish william in the crowd quipped " the bitch of the Aurors minister."

Mclaggen with yelling at his highest. "Who said that who was it. My uncle happens to be acquainted with the director of the Auror Office at the Ministry of Magic.

Be ready when I find you."

He cursed: "You once again lost your chance to win the house cup Weasley."

McLaggen dashed through the crowd but fell stumbling, and William noticed it was Heloise who had stretched out her foot, causing his fall.

Heloise, now with her hair grown back, still worn the lion hat gifted by Professor McGonagall, seemingly liking her new style.

As McLaggen dusted himself off after standing up, he swiftly moved over and grabbed the club that Fred had dropped nearby.

McLaggen, for reasons known only to himself, swung hard at the Quaffle, sending it soaring.



While Charlie tended to Angelina's injury, the red Quaffle traced a graceful arc and smacked him on the head, rendering him unconscious...

The crowd erupted in screams, and chaos once more.

The Quaffle rebounded high, moving towards William.

William swiftly drew his wand, intending to cast a Repulsive spell, but at the last moment, he Changed his mine.

"Repulso Maximus" like pains all mighty push but a lot weaker.

Under William's spell, the Quaffle turned straight and quickly shot towards McLaggen and hit his thigh.

McLaggen saw Charlie getting knocked down by the quaffle , so he wanted to run back to the castle quickly.

The Quaffle hit his thigh and he tripped on the ground, rolling a few times, stopping when he hit s club.

The Quidditch field became chaotic. Someone went to call Madam Pomfrey, while checked Angelina and Charlie's injuries.

As for McLaggen, He was screaming when he was dragged back into the crowd.

Covered all around by tall boys.

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