Harry Potter and the Rise of the Ordinary Person

The public lounge in Gryffindor was very lively that night. The four were sitting together by the window, and Hermione was checking their two magic class assignments. Little Rory shows what Granger-like care is: she never lets them copy. But after asking her to check, Harry and Ron always got the correct answer.

Harry felt very irritable. He wanted to return to Quidditch, but Joe, Ron and Hermione didn't want to go. Harry had to go to Snape alone.

After a while he came back, out of breath, and seemed to run for a long time.

"Have you got the book back?" Ron asked as soon as Harry returned, "What's the matter?" Harry whispered everything they saw.

"Do you know what this means?" Harry said breathlessly. "He tried to catch that three-headed dog on Halloween! When we saw him that night, he was going exactly There-he was looking for the dog guard! I bet with my broom, he must have let the monster go in and distract him! "Hermione's eyes widened.

"No, he won't," she said, "I know others are not very good, but he won't want to steal what Dumbledore strictly keeps."

Honestly, Hermione, do you think that all teachers are saints or something, "Ron interrupted," like Harry, I think Snape will do something unusual. But what is he looking for? What is that dog guarding? "The three were puzzled.

"The boat is naturally straight to the bridgehead, and you will know it later." Joe stretched his arms and ended the conversation.

The next morning, it was early and it was very cold. The school hall is full of delicious fried sausages, and excited chatterers are looking forward to a wonderful Quidditch game.

But Harry felt very nervous, he couldn't eat anything, and then a group of people said that 歹 finally let him eat something.

At around eleven o'clock, the whole school's students seemed to be concentrated in the stands of the Quidditch arena, and many people also carried a pair of binoculars. The seat seems to have risen a bit, but because of too many people, it is sometimes difficult to see what is happening on the court.

Joe, Ron and Hermione came to the top row and joined Neville, Seamus and Dean. Joe helped deform a big flag on the sheet stained with little mice, saying "Porter must win." Painter Dean also painted a huge Griffin Master. Then Joe released a little magic, allowing the lion to perform various actions, and also to make a mighty roar.

Soon, the teams from both sides appeared, Gryffindor was wearing a bright red shirt, Slytherin was wearing a green one, and the two sides stood facing each other on the ground, waiting to be seen.

Ms. Huo Qi blew with a silver whistle.

Twenty-five brooms were raised, soared high, and the game began.

"The Ghost Flying Ball was immediately grabbed by Angelina Johnson of Gryffindor-the girl is really a great chaser and charming." "Jordan!" "Sorry, Professor." Weasley Brother friend Lee Jordan is explaining the game, while McGonagall stares closely at him.

"She acted very quickly and passed cleverly to Alia Spinnett. She is Oliver Wood's best player. She was the only reserve for Johnson last year-not good. Slytherin captain Marcus grabbed the ghost fly. The ball, he flew up like an eagle, he is going to score ... Ah! No, Gryffindor goalie Wood stopped it with a beautiful interception. The ghost fly ball returned to the Gryffindor team Hands-Gryffindor's follower Katie Bell swiftly passed next to Flint, he rose from the ground-oops, someone might have been injured over there and was swung by a running ball from behind Hit it-Slytherin got the ghost ball again, and Drian Pursey accelerated toward the scoring point, but was blocked by another walker-the walker was unknown to Fred or George Weiss Ley set aside and the two twins were really hard to tell apart--the Gryffindor hitter was awesome, Johnson controlled the ghost ball again, and she flew towards the neutral forward--she really flew Get up, dodge the fast-moving ball and score The point is just ahead-hurry up! Angelina-the goalkeeper, Black, intervenes to intercept, oh, missed-Gryffindor scored. "Gryffindor cheered excitedly, Shouted loudly to the Slytherin faction, whistling.

"Squeeze over there, borrow the light, and let it go." "Hagrid!" Ron squeezed and vacated the seat for Hagrid.

"I could have watched in my cabin," said Hagrid, patting a large pair of binoculars hanging around his neck. "But the atmosphere here is different. There is no trace of a golden robber?" " "I don't see it," said Ron. "Harry hasn't done much yet." "Don't worry, it's awkward, something happened over there." Hagrid said, holding up his binoculars and staring up at the sky, ha Lei became a little black spot in the air, and he was gliding above, squinting in search of the trail of the thief.

This is part of his game plan with Wood.

"If you don't see the robbers, don't take the liberty to go aside." Wood once told him, "we don't want you to be noticed so quickly and attacked." After Angelina scored, Harry turned a few Toutou expressed his excitement, and now he was back in place, looking for the flying thief. Harry saw a golden flash, but it was just a reflection of the watch of one of Weasley's twin brothers in the sun. At this point, the walking ball rushed at him like a cannonball, Harry avoided it, and Fred Weasley chased behind him.

"Okay, Harry?" There was still time to turn back and yell at Harry as he chased the ball.

"Now Slytherin wins the ball," Lee Jordan explained. "The chaser, Puse, flashed two walking balls, and then avoided the Weasley brothers and a chaser Bell, speeding forward— Wait a minute-is that a flying thief? "A golden light passed from the left ear of Drian Pursai, but because he was busy passing the ghost flying ball and didn't notice it, the crowd immediately stirred up and buzzed. .

Harry saw it, he dived down excitedly, chasing the golden light. Opponent's finder Terence Higgins also found the target and rushed down immediately-all the chasers seemed to have forgotten that they were playing and just stopped watching in mid-air.

Harry was faster than Higgins-he saw the ball, flapped his wings, and ran forward in front-he speeded up ... bang! An angry roar came from under the Gryffindor--the original Marcus Flint intentionally blocked Harry's way, and Harry's broomstick deviated from the original direction of flight, almost killing him.

"Foul!" Gryffindor screamed.

夫人 Mrs. Huoqi reprimanded Flint and gave Gryffindor a free throw, but in the chaos, of course, the flying thief disappeared without a trace.

In the stands, Dean Thomas shouted, "Punish him! Referee! Red card!" "This is not football, Dean." Ron reminded him, "You can't punish anyone in a Quidditch game. Appearing-and what is the red card? "But Hagrid supported Dean.

"They have to change the rules. Flint can't hit Harry like that." Lee Jordan found it difficult to say which side to support.

因此 "So-after obvious and disgusting cheating ..." "Jordan!" Professor McGonagall shouted.

"I mean, after the obvious and disgusting foul ..." "Jordan! I warn you ..." "Okay, okay. Flint almost killed the Gryffindor golfer, believe it This could happen to anyone. The Slytherin team has been punished. No problem. Starting the game, the Gryffindor team continues to control the ball. "Harry flashed another dangerous fly over his head. Swimming ball. But at this time, his broom suddenly dreaded terribly. He felt that it was about to fall, and he was holding the broom tightly with both hands and knees. This was the first time this happened.

I came again, as if the broom was about to throw him down, and it seemed that he would not let him fall. Harry tried to turn to his goal post; he wanted to ask Wood to pause because he felt as if he had lost control of the broom and he couldn't make it. The broom twisted and twisted in the air, violently vibrating, and making a huge special sound, almost to fall Harry.

Li is still explaining.

"Slytherin's Flint controls the ghost flying ball and passes over Alia and Bell, but the walking ball hits his face, ha! Hope to break his nose-just a joke, Professor-Slytherin Scored, oh, bad ... "the Slytherin cheered. No one seemed to notice that Harry's broom was moving abnormally. It slowly raised him away from the arena, and continued to shake violently on the way.

"I don't know what Harry is doing," Hagrid stared at him with binoculars and muttered, "I suspect his broom is out of control ... but shouldn't it?" Suddenly, the people in the stands were all Pointing at Harry, his broom began to fall, and the audience held their breath.

Harry's broom rolled again, and he barely held it up, crumbling. The audience below took a breath of air. At this point, the broom thrashed violently again, swinging Harry out, and now he had only one hand to hold the broom and hang there.

"What happened when Flint intercepted him?" Seamus asked in a low voice.

"No," said Hagrid. "Nothing but black witch can interfere with the broom-no one can make such an impact on the Light Wheel 2000." After hearing that, Hermione took Hagrid's double Instead of looking at Harry through the binoculars, she nervously searched the audience.

"What are you doing?" Ron muttered, his face grey.

"I see," Hermione shouted, "Snape-look!" Ron grabbed the telescope. Snape was sitting in the stand opposite, his eyes locked on Harry, and he muttered something.

"He's spelling the broom," Hermione said.

"No, Hermione." Joe interrupted her and said, "Kirlow over there is also casting a spell."

"what should we do?"

"Where do you go to Chilo, where do I go to Snape."

"Okay!" The two ran away without waiting for Roth to speak. Ron pointed the telescope at Harry again, and found that his broom shook even more, and he was about to fall. Everyone stood up and watched anxiously. It was so thrilling. The Weasley brothers flew forward and tried to pull Harry onto one of their brooms, but they were unsuccessful-each time they approached, the brooms were raised a bit. They descended under Harry and UU read the book www.uukanshu.com If he fell, everyone could catch him. At this time, while their attention was distracted, the opponent's Marcus Flint caught the flying ball and hit five times, but no one noticed him.

"Hurry up, Hermione, Joe." Ron whispered in despair.

Hermione rushed towards the seat behind Kilo. She was moving fast in his back row. When approaching him, she crouched down, pulled out her wand, and chanted a spell at him, a bright beam Blue flames blasted out of her wand and hit Kilo's hem. Joe released the same spell on Snape.

After about thirty seconds, the two found that they were on fire. The two quickly ran back along the seat without knowing it.

This is enough. Harry in the air was suddenly able to climb back to his broom.

"Neville, you can watch it!" Ron said, and Neville buried his face in Hagrid's wallet and wept for the past five minutes.

Harry landed quickly on the ground. He covered his mouth with both hands as if to vomit. He fell to the ground with four feet-coughing-and a golden object fell into his hand.

"I caught the flying thief!" He yelled, waving his hands over his head, and the game was over, and people were still puzzled.

"He didn't catch the flying thief, he almost swallowed it!" Twenty minutes later, Flint was still crying, but to no avail-Harry didn't commit any fouls, and Lee Jordan was pleased to announce the result Gryffindor won Slytherin with a 170: 60 advantage. However, Harry didn't hear the result, and he, Joe, Ron, and Hermione returned to Hagrid's cabin and enjoyed a cup of strong tea.

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