If we disregard the performance of the Gryffindor Quidditch team, the house with the most flying brooms in Hogwarts is undoubtedly the energetic Gryffindor lions.

Although Ravenclaw students might be more naturally talented at flying, the girls tend to spend their Galleons on pretty little things rather than cold, hard, and long brooms.

As a result, the Quidditch pitch almost becomes a playground for Gryffindor every Friday afternoon. This has become even more apparent since the location of the potato field was determined.

Roger Davies, who unfortunately drew the "lucky" Friday potato-stealing straw, has a profound understanding of this small change. Glancing at the gold and red figures dancing up and down behind him, he even had the strange illusion of fighting a thousand enemies single-handedly.

Of course, that was if he could escape alive.

However, the only thing that made Roger Davies feel relatively fortunate was that he was almost back on Ravenclaw territory.

There, several of his friends were waiting to meet him. With the help of the complex environment of the Ravenclaw orchard, they should be able to hold off those aggressive lions for a while.

In Roger Davies's opinion, even the reckless lions wouldn't dare to rampage through the Ravenclaw orchard, and they should be more restrained when casting spells...

After all, even if Ravenclaw was in the wrong, it was just a potato... wasn't it?!

Boom!

A wave of heat rushed towards him, and a stray spell hit a peach tree next to Roger Davies, making a loud noise.

Most spells have a certain impact force, which is different from Hogwarts Castle, where there are no magical resistance or protective measures.

Then, several more spells shot over crookedly, landing on the surrounding orange trees, shaking the branches and leaves, and soon a small pile of fallen oranges accumulated on the ground.

As he gradually approached the forest area, Roger Davies, who had subconsciously slowed down, was no longer as lucky as before and had been hit by several spells in the back.

Fortunately, because of the distance, most of the spells had lost a great deal of their power. Apart from a little heat and impact, they had little effect.

However, as the distance between the two sides continued to shorten, it was only a matter of time before Roger Davies was hit by a concentrated barrage.

"Protego!"

"Scutum Maxima!"

"Impedimenta!"

Just then, a series of familiar incantations rang out not far in front of Roger Davies. To the ears of the Ravenclaw Quidditch team captain, who was fleeing in a panic, it was like the most beautiful music in the world.

In Hogwarts, who doesn't have a few familiar friends?!

Roger Davies gratefully looked up ahead. As expected, they were all members of his familiar "potato-stealing squad". Almost everyone had come to meet him, a total of one, two, three, four... four... four...

Emmmm...

Roger Davies blinked and subconsciously glanced at the dense gold and red "lion's head hornet swarm" behind him. The corners of his mouth twitched—the number of people was still a bit too different.

"Captain, did you peep at the Gryffindor girls taking a shower, or did you anger Professor McGonagall?"

A Ravenclaw player, who was temporarily nameless, asked Roger Davies with a bitter face while defending against the incoming spells. This was a bit too spectacular, wasn't it?

Even so, they could only temporarily protect themselves. They had no way to take care of the spells flying towards the orchard behind them. After only a few rounds of exchanges, one or two of the fruit trees behind them had already fallen.

"I don't know, I really just took one potato..."

Roger Davies looked at the Gryffindors flying over towards him, roaring, and his heart was filled with despair and helplessness. As the distance closed, the Gryffindor students seemed to become even more malicious.

At least in the eyes of Roger Davies and the others, the spells falling on them were not as dense as before, as if they were playing a cat-and-mouse game—they were relying on their numerical advantage to slowly harass them!

The most critical thing was that, judging from the trajectory of the Gryffindor students' spells, the most concentrated area was intertwined with the path they were retreating. This meant that Roger Davies and the others had no hope of escaping.

"Are they trying to be utterly ruthless and wipe us out?! That's too much!"

A look of impotent rage appeared on Roger Davies's face, which then turned into a heavy sigh.

Obviously, from the current situation, the Gryffindor guys were really angry. If he didn't want the battlefield to affect the fruit trees that the Ravenclaw girls cherished as their lives, he had better admit defeat in advance.

"Okay, okay, I surrender. It's just a potato. I'll give it back to you."

Roger Davies closed his eyes tragically, manipulated his broom to float slowly forward, held the big potato high in one hand, without any protective magic on his body, preparing to grit his teeth and withstand the wave of spell attacks that was about to arrive...

A scholar can be killed, but not humiliated. He would admit defeat this time.

However, the expected spell attacks never landed on his body.

Roger Davies opened his eyes in confusion, looked around, and a look of incomprehension and bewilderment appeared on his face.

He saw that the Gryffindor wizards who had been chasing him were as if they had lost their sight, as if they hadn't seen Roger Davies stopping in mid-air. They were all manipulating their brooms with excited faces, flying straight past Roger Davies towards the Ravenclaw orchard in front of them, desperately chanting.

"Don't run!"

"I see you!"

"Hehehe... potato thief, where are you running?!"

One after another, the Gryffindor wizards manipulated their flying brooms and swept past Roger Davies and the others, as if they had lost their minds, their eyes burning with eagerness as they flew towards the forest in front of them, as if there was a target in there that had cast a taunt skill.

"Hmm? Why do these lions look like they're blind? I didn't cast a Disillusionment Charm..."

Roger Davies, like an invisible man, looked around and then looked down at himself, muttering.

Those members of the "potato-stealing squad" who had already given up resisting and were preparing to endure the Gryffindor wizards' storm-like trampling with Roger Davies were also in a state of confusion and bewilderment.

Suddenly, Roger Davies's eyes narrowed. He saw that the Gryffindor wizard flying at the front stopped next to an orange tree and reached out his sinful claws towards the oranges on the tree.

"...Not good, they want to take advantage of the chaos!"

Roger Davies's face changed, and he instantly reacted. He drew his wand and waved it forward, roaring angrily.

"Hey! Stop it! Come at me if you have a problem! Stupefy!"

At the same time, the other Ravenclaw boys floating in the sky also reacted and turned their brooms around to fly towards their territory, constantly casting spells to resist this blatant act of robbery.

Compared to the previous situation where they were at a disadvantage and unable to fight back, this time the Ravenclaw wizards were clearly going all out. Relying on their superb spell skills, they knocked down several Gryffindor students who were trying to leave with oranges in almost an instant.

"Um, Fred, Ravenclaw found out, what should we do?"

"It's okay, we have more people. We'll just grab the stuff and run."

"What about these people?"

"George, Fred... I remember Big Sister said that as long as you kill all the witnesses, it's a sneak attack that no one will ever know about."

"That sounds like it makes sense..."

George Weasley nodded thoughtfully and pointed his wand at a "Ravenclaw orchard guard" in the back.

"Stupefy!"

He had already let these Ravenclaw members off once, and now that he was attacking again, George Weasley had no psychological burden at all.

As the Gryffindor students reached a consensus and began to eliminate the witnesses, the Ravenclaw wizards, who were already at an absolute disadvantage in terms of numbers, were quickly unable to resist.

In less than a minute or two, only Roger Davies was left in the sky again.

Looking at the disparity in strength between the enemy and himself, Roger Davies thought for a while and unhesitatingly pointed his wand at his throat.

"Sonorus!"

Then, he cast a blasting curse at the stained-glass window on the nearby Ravenclaw tower, took a deep breath, and shouted loudly.

"Everyone, come out quickly! Something bad has happened! The Gryffindor robbers are here to steal fruit!!!"

As the first head poked out of the window on the Ravenclaw tower, this Hogwarts Happy Farm defense war officially entered the main topic... Gryffindor versus Ravenclaw!

Victory or death! Ahhhhh~

My magic will tear you into Sorry, Sorry, Sorry, Sorry...

(Please imagine the sound effects yourself)

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By the time Dumbledore and the professors arrived at the scene, the first Hogwarts "potato-stealing war" was almost over.

Ravenclaw's little witches were riding brooms and wandering around the orchard. Some people were counting the fruit tree losses, and others were guarding the "prisoners" on the ground, waiting for the professors to come and deal with them.

Dumbledore and the others quickly figured out what had happened. In less than half an hour, the enraged Ravenclaw wizards had completely defeated the attacking Gryffindor students.

Since the war had spread to Ravenclaw's orchard, the fate of the Gryffindor lions was almost sealed—not to mention the fighting power that the Ravenclaw girls had unleashed after witnessing the tragedy of the orchard.

Just the fact that about a quarter of the wizards who came to "seek justice" had Ravenclaw girlfriends was enough to doom this to a one-sided beating that couldn't be fought back against.

Now, the professors and student representatives from the two houses were discussing the compensation and responsibility for this incident.

"Professor Dumbledore, Percy, Ravenclaw started it first. They stole our potatoes."

Fred Weasley stammered, his face swollen.

He had been hit in the left face by a stinging jinx cast by a girl. Half of his face was swollen, making him look particularly comical.

George Weasley nodded, echoing his twin brother's words, his face full of innocence.

"That's right, Roger Davies was caught red-handed by Wood when he was stealing potatoes, so we came to seek justice."

Strangely, George Weasley had also been hit by a stinging jinx, but it was his right face that was swollen—this way, everyone didn't have to bother trying to distinguish who was George and who was Fred.

Beside them, Percy Weasley, who had arrived late, seemed to be going crazy.

Only three weeks into the school year, these two troublemaking twins had started causing trouble with their youngest brother. He could even imagine the "loving" greeting that would accompany Professor Dumbledore's letter to his mother.

At the same time, Professor McGonagall had naturally arrived around the crowd. Percy swore he had never seen Professor McGonagall with such an ugly expression. The elderly cat woman's eyebrows were almost completely upright, and her eyes were flashing with almost tangible flames of anger.

It was not surprising that Gryffindor House had taken the initiative to cause trouble, but what made Professor McGonagall feel the most angry and embarrassed was that...

Faced with the Ravenclaw students' counterattack, the Gryffindor wizards had barely organized any decent resistance, and they hadn't even been able to hold out until the professors arrived. They had already all been knocked to the ground.

You know, in the big fight between Hufflepuff and Slytherin a few weeks ago, although Slytherin had almost been stormed into their common room, they had at least held out until the very last moment.

Instead of being surrounded in the middle like now, waiting for their house's head to come and "redeem" them.

Minerva McGonagall could even imagine how Severus Snape, who was usually not so friendly with her, would ridicule her after today's news spread—just like the kind of slight pleasure she had gained a few weeks ago when she occasionally talked about student conflicts in the staff room.

In fact, she was already starting to feel it, the almost overflowing sense of pride in Professor Flitwick beside her.

"Girls, you should learn to control your emotions next time."

Professor Flitwick stroked the small mustache on his lips, glanced at the Gryffindor lions lying on the ground, coughed lightly, and criticized in a tone that seemed to be encouraging.

"When the Gryffindor House students come over next time, we should try to communicate and explain clearly, and give them a chance to explain the situation and their intentions. Don't be so impulsive and directly cast spells to knock them all down. That's not good, you must be ladies..."

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