Harry Potter: The Dragon That Sleeps

"This is Quidditch Stadium! Quidditch Stadium in Hogwarts! How could it be...but what is he doing?" Ron narrowed his eyes. Although he didn't believe it, Harry's current flying posture was real.

It's too strange.

"...Wood! There seems to be something wrong with Harry." At the same time, someone in the Quidditch team also noticed something was wrong.

Wood pulled the broom high and looked down at the audience, directing the movements of the whole team when he heard this, he turned his gaze and looked over there.

Until a long time later, Wood could not realize that he was affected by some hidden magic at that time, "Does it stall? A common mistake for newcomers. It takes at least three people to guide him to stop, and ignore him for now! We have to believe it.

My little rookie.”

"Hermione! I mean, are you sure Harry is dangerous now? This may be the stall of the flying broom. The magic of the novice wizard will make such mistakes when it affects the flying broom..."

Hermione would not give up her judgment so easily. She turned her eyes to the professor's seat, and then she found something and smiled a satisfied smile on the corner of her mouth.

"I caught him! Snape must be the curse!"

"What did you say?" Ron looked horrified.

"Yes, he didn't even cover up his thoughts at all, and just stood there openly and recited the mantra. I have to go there!" Hermione said as she was about to squeeze out the crowd.

Ron didn't expect the girl to be so brave, and subconsciously he wanted to stop the person first, "But Snape...he came to say hello in the morning?"

"Don't you think his tone was very weird in the morning? I hope you can beat Slytherin? That sarcastic tone simply put the words suspicious on your face! I have to go over quickly~ Ron."

"Uh, then be careful! I'll stare at Harry. If it doesn't work, I'll go to Professor McGonagall..." Ron watched Hermione run away at a loss, and then slapped his forehead suddenly, "Oh! You

Didn't leave the telescope for me, Hermione!!"

The wizard in the stands was fighting in secret. Snape's magic power was mellow and powerful. He tried his best to make the direction control of the wand stay in the driver's hands. But he couldn't help Harry slow down.

Harry Potter's rampage and accidental chaos caused a lot of variables to the battles on both sides. And just right, their team had two extremely surprising guys, George and Fred.

Even Slytherin regarded this as a new tactic of Gryffindor.

Harry tried his best to tilt himself against the ghost's flying ball. If he had just taken it, he would have to stay in the hospital bed for at least one week even with the protection of the spell.

Another ghost flying ball that George drew with a stick in the critical moment saved Harry's life.

Harry's 2000 suddenly began to spin wildly.

The audience quickly discovered the abnormality, and many people exclaimed the mistakes of the newcomer, and more were ridicule.

Everyone's eyes were turned to the captain of the Gryffindor team.

But Wood did not express to Mrs. Hodge that it needed to be revised.

Harry Potter is in a very good position, and his disruption is beneficial to the battle.

Have a gamble.

Just hold on for a few more minutes, and then blow the whistle and ask for a replacement.

Anyway, Harry won't be able to find the golden cute little girl who always loves to fly around.

In this case, few people can detect the movements of a first-grade student, and even the sudden fire in the professor's seat is rarely concerned.

Harry Potter, who was confused, almost flew out of the fast-stop broom, but at least he held the broomstick tightly.

Venus was flying all over his head, drilling in from his ears, nostrils and eyes, and then flying out from the small hole that had been alive farther away recently.

Harry took some effort to see things again, but fortunately, glasses that had been used in the curse were fixed on the bridge of his nose early in the morning.

The golden stars in my mind dissipated little by little, leaving only the flying figure in front of me swaying like tiredness.

Flying thief!

After suffering so much sin, the little lion is full of grievances at this moment.

He didn't even sit back and then Harry pulled the flying broom in his hand.

The broom entered dive instantly from the hovering posture, and the dive force pulled Harry's body and pressed back to the broom.

The guys in Slytherin thought Harry Potter was starting to get fucked again, even Gryffindor himself thought so.

Wood was still a little worried after all, so he fell behind the formation and took a closer look at Harry's condition.

"Defense formation, fast! Defensive formation! Fred! Take the ghost flying ball away and don't let even a snake touch it again, and then you five! Be responsible for defending the ball ring to death, and everyone else will stick it with me! Don't

Let them interfere with the ball seekers!”

Slytherin was not stupid either, they soon discovered an abnormality.

It was too late to interfere at this time, and Slytherin was even more crazy about snatching the score of the Ghost Flying Ball.

Wood, who was close to him, walked straight and quickly approached the captain on Slytherin's side. No matter whether his close posture interfered with the formation, the face of the hated old opponent even hindered the operation of his thinking.

"It's a thief, Harry Potter is chasing the golden thief!"

"Golden Snitch?!" The audience finally noticed it.

The atmosphere was rising again amid Lee Jordan's screams.

At the last moment, Harry Potter heard nothing, those cheering for him, those cheering and excitement screams.

He could only hear the sound of the wind and the flow of magic under the cover of the sound of the wind.

I feel sorry for this newly-earned 2000. It was just the first time I encountered such violent driving in the competition.

The sudden stopping action made the broom cry unique to the wooden structure. Harry rushed down from the flying broom, and staggered forward for a few steps and turned into a rolling gourd.

In the sky, the Slytherin breathed a little relieved, but still bit his opponent tightly to get the score.

The ghost flying ball was finally obtained, and the attack was fierce. Gryffindor, whose plastic surgery was torn apart, seemed to be difficult to guard the ball circle anymore.

"Beebeep!!!"

The whistle that stopped suddenly blew.

Mrs. Hodge held up the whistle, Harry was still retching on the ground, and the golden thief almost smashed his front teeth and his voice.

In his equally high hands, the golden thief flapped his wings to show his existence.

"195/190 points, Gryffindor won!!!"

The flame spell is well hidden, and the damaged structure does not cause a chain of damage.

The collapsed stands were only the wooden shelves on Snape's side. The embarrassment of the nursing professor affected a small area of ​​students behind, causing a storm.

Gryffindor's victory was already doomed when Snape comforted the students before getting up.

Quirot carefully protected the headscarf that was almost knocked away on his head, hiding the haze in his eyes.

Snape's growth was somewhat beyond his expectations, and he was also stubborn.

The darkness hiding in Hogwarts was finally noticed. Fortunately, he was the initiator of the curse. He could not win against the magical breath and could not find himself.