Harry Potter: Glory of the King

"Stop participating in the competition," Ron said immediately, "just say you are sick."

"Unlikely." Harry moved slightly.

"Otherwise, pretend to break your leg...really break your leg!" Ron made some bad ideas.

"I can't do this," Harry said. "There is no substitute Seeker on the team. If I quit, the Gryffindor team will not be able to play."

"Don't be so nervous." Ona patted Harry on the shoulder. "Let's take a shower first-at least change your clothes so that you may really get sick. Don't forget, as a referee, he is even more noticeable. , I think it was probably not him who shot you last time."

"Who could it be?" Harry retorted instinctively, but after another thought, yes, how could Snape dare to risk such a big risk to murder him in front of everyone? "Do you know who it is?"

Just then, Neville fell into the common room. Everyone was attracted to him, and Harry forgot to ask any more questions-Neville's legs were glued tightly together, I really didn't know how he got out of the portrait hole.

"It's a leg-locking curse!" Everyone saw it, and couldn't help laughing. Hermione went up with Ona for the first time to help Neville, and solved the spell on Neville with the cracking spell. He trembled all over, a little panicked.

"What's the matter?" Ona led him to sit with Harry and Ron.

"Malfoy!" Neville said tremblingly, "I ran into him outside the library. He said he had been looking for someone to practice the spell."

"So you are jumping all the way from the library back to the tower?" Ron was furious.

"You should go to Professor McGonagall." Ona suggested.

Neville shook his head, "I don't want to cause trouble anymore."

"You have to deal with him bravely, Neville!" Ron couldn't stand it anymore. "He has always been domineering. We have no reason to give in in front of him and let him succeed easily."

"You don't have to tell me that I'm too brave to stay in Gryffindor. Malfoy has already said this to me." Neville choked.

Harry handed him the last piece of chocolate frog in his pocket-it was used to resist the cold and replenish energy after training, and it was the last piece of the box of chocolate frogs Hermione gave him.

"You are better than the twelve Malfoys," Harry reassured. "The Sorting Hat picked you into Gryffindor, didn't you? Where is Malfoy? In the nasty Slytherin."

Neville opened the chocolate frog, his lips twitched, and a weak smile appeared: "Thank you, Harry... I want to go to bed."

After Neville left, an angry flame flashed in Harry's eyes: "Whether Snape moved me or not, or he wanted to do something as a referee, I will win the game!"

This Saturday, the game came as scheduled.

Ona's place where they watched the game in their last game has been occupied, but Neville is already beckoning them to pass-he just found a relatively empty place. But Neville was also a little puzzled-he saw Ron's face heavy and took out his wand.

"Ona, I'll check again, is it stiff and dead?"

"Yes." Ona was a little helpless-Ron had been secretly practicing the leg-locking spell these days. He was inspired by Malfoy's spell on Neville, intending to show that once Professor Snape showed If something is wrong, cast a spell on him.

However, when he saw Professor Dumbledore appearing in the stands, he put away his wand. He seemed very happy: "Professor Dumbledore is here! Harry is no longer in danger, he will never dare to mess with Professor Dumbledore!"

Ron looked at Snape's annoyed look, smirking.

Hermione and Glory looked at each other, and then quietly asked, "Didn't you tell them?"

Ona shrugged: "I said it, but they can't think of anyone else."

Hermione agreed. She couldn't imagine that another evil wizard lurking in Hogwarts was trying to murder Harry.

Ron continued to talk loudly over there: "I have never seen Snape's face so gloomy." He said to Ona and them, "Look—they are off, whoops!"

Someone stabbed Ron in the back of the head. It was Malfoy.

"Oh, sorry, Weasley, didn't see you there." Malfoy grinned at Crabbe and Gore. "I don't know how long Potter can stay on his broomstick this time? Is anyone willing to bet? How about you, Weasley?"

Ron didn't want to talk to him. Snape had just awarded Hufflepuff a free throw because George had hit him with a walking ball.

Malfoy saw that no one was answering him, and he paused for a while-they all looked at Harry in unison-he was circling the arena, looking for the golden snitch like Mahaha searching for prey.

"Do you know how Gryffindor selects the players?" Malfoy couldn't stand it anymore, and when Snape unreasonably awarded Hufflepuff a free throw a few minutes later, Malfoy said loudly. They picked people who they thought were pitiful. For example, Potter, no father or mother, and the Weasley brothers, no money at home-you should join the team too, Neville Longbottom, because you have no brains. "

Neville's face flushed red, and he turned from his chair to face Malfoy: "I'm better than twelve of you combined, Malfoy." But the stammering remarks made his momentum take off.

Malfoy, Crabbe, and Gore laughed weirdly, and Ona couldn't listen anymore. "Are you dying to clean up?"

The three of Malfoy choked and glanced at Ona with some embarrassment.

"Look!" Hermione reminded them in time, "Harry!"

Everyone looked up, and Harry suddenly made a beautiful dive. The audience screamed and cheered, and Harry shot to the ground like a bullet.

"You're lucky, Weasley, Potter obviously saw money on the ground!" Malfoy didn't dare to provoke Ona, but he was not so polite to Ron.

Ron directly chose to do it-don't talk too much if you can do it. Before Malfoy could react, Ron was crushed under him and fell to the ground. Neville did not hesitate to pounce on Crabbe and Gore who were also in a daze. Ona slapped Gore and Crabbe twice with a headache, then grabbed Neville's robe and carried him back. As for Ron and Malfoy? Ron was not the one who suffered.

"Hurry up, Harry!" the girls screamed and jumped into their seats, watching Harry rush towards Snape. In the air, Snape had just turned around on the broomstick when he saw a golden thing whizzing past his ear, only a few inches away from him—then Harry stopped diving, and he triumphed. Raising his arm, the Snitch was held tightly by him.

The stands are boiling-this will be a new record, no one remembers in which game the Snitch was caught so quickly.

"Ona! The game is over! We won! Gryffindor is in the lead!" Hermione pounced on Ona, and Glory rarely jumped on the chair, and then met Petty in the front row. Er gave a hug.