HP Magic Biography

In fact, on the morning of the Quidditch match against Hefpuff, Harry went to the school hospital to visit Ron with Fanlin and Hermione before going to the stadium.

Ron seemed very anxious; he was the goalkeeper at Hogwarts, and hell, he couldn't appear on the Quidditch field, and to make matters worse, it was McLagen that replaced him. Ron's threat was too great.

According to the request, Madam Pomfrey did not allow him to watch the game at all. She felt that it would excite him too much. Even though Fanlin felt that Ron was as strong as a monkey now, in fact, the intrusion of toxins still made Ron. 'S body is somewhat empty.

"So, how is McLagen doing?" Ron asked Harry nervously, and in a short period of time, Ron had repeated this question for not knowing how many times.

"I told you," Harry said patiently. "Even if he is a world-class Quidditch goalkeeper, I will not keep him in the team. He has been trying to tell everyone what to do, he feels like he Playing better than us in every position. I can’t wait to get rid of him."&1t;i>&1t;/i>

"Speaking of getting rid of other people," Harry added, and he stood up with the Firebolt. "When Lavender came to see you, can you stop pretending to be asleep? She's driving me crazy too."

"This is just..." Ron looked a little embarrassed, facing Lavender, Ron could not find a good way to face it.

Maybe it was because you calmed down after the accident?

The dry wood fire will always go out, but this time.

"About Lavender." Hermione cleared her throat. "So, what do you think of Ron, you don't plan to continue dating Lavender?"

Hearing this, everyone caught their sights on Ron.

"I...I didn't, I just..." Ron hesitated, "Don't you think she is a bit too clingy?"&1t;i>&1t;/i>

"Yes." Fanlin nodded. Most of the time I saw Ron and Lavender eating together. This is really unacceptable. Take a look at Ginny and Dean. , Or the other lovers at Hogwarts...

"Huh?" Hermione raised her voice, which surprised Fanlin.

"I... I said the wrong thing?"

"No." Hermione rolled her eyes. "It's just that I don't like this method very much, but Ron..."

Hermione looked at Ron seriously, "You have to think clearly..."

"Oh, please, I have some pain in the head, it seems I have to take a break." Ron clutched his head, "I'm sorry I can't cheer on Harry on the spot, but if you two are here..."

"Oh, leave him alone." Harry shook his head, feeling that his life of being entangled by Lavender would be extended for a long time. He is very busy now...&1t;i>&1t;/i>

"Let's go."

"Okay. Well, good luck. I hope you can teach Michaela hard—I mean, Smith."

"I'll work hard," Harry lifted the flying broomstick. "See you after the game."

The three people hurried through the empty corridor; the entire school was dispatched, and they were either already sitting in the auditorium of the stadium or were rushing there. As he walked, he looked out of the window, trying to estimate how strong the wind would be. At this time, a noise in front made Harry look back. Harry saw Malfoy walking towards him accompanied by two girls. Both of them looked angry.

Malfoy stopped as soon as he saw Harry, then he smiled dryly, then walked forward.

"Where are you going?" Harry asked.

"Yeah, I really want to tell you because it has something to do with you, Potter," Malfoy sneered. "You better hurry up, they are waiting for the captain of the destiny-the boy who shows his talent-they called you recently."&1t;i>&1t;/i>

One of the girls smirked reluctantly. Harry stared at her. She blushed suddenly. Malfoy squeezed past Harry, and the girl and her friend trot to follow him, then disappeared around a corner.

Harry's feet stood there as if rooted, watching them disappear. This is really irritating; he was about to miss the game, and he met Malfoy who was sneaky, knowing that the whole school was gone at this time: this was the best chance for Harry to find out what Malfoy was doing.

Time passed silently, and Harry stood there blankly, staring at the place where Malfoy disappeared...

"Where have you been?" Ginny demanded as Harry rushed into the locker room. The whole team has changed clothes; two batsmen, Kurt and Pixar, are tapping their legs nervously with bats.

"I met Malfoy," Harry told her in a low voice as he put on his scarlet ball gown. &1t;i>&1t;/i>

"and then?"

"Then I want to know why he appeared in the castle with a pair of girlfriends when everyone else was here...

"Is this important at this moment?"

"Well, I'm not likely to find out, is it?" Harry grabbed the Firebolt and held up his glasses. "Let's go!" He said nothing more, strode to the court to meet the deafening cheers and boos. There was almost no wind; white clouds in the sky; dazzling sunlight from time to time.

"What a tricky situation!" McLagen kept agitating the team behind. "Kurt, Pixar, you two fly to the sunny side so that they won't see you coming, you two can give them a head blow—"

"I'm the captain, McLagen, stop dictating to them," Harry said angrily. Whether it's Lavender or McLagen, in short, Harry's eyes are more than one. Trouble. &1t;i>&1t;/i>

"Now, please go to your goal and stay there!"

After McLagen walked away, Harry turned to Kurt and Pixar. "Make sure you must fly out of the sun, I mean...oh, you guys wave it." Harry told them both reluctantly.

He has lost his patience, whether it is for McLagen or Quidditch, Harry swears, this is definitely the moment he is least interested in Quidditch in history...

Now Harry is thinking about the scene about Malfoy just now...

Malfoy...takes two little sisters who don't know...oh, it's a girl, and then sneaks around the castle...

Everyone at Hogwarts is here, except Ron, almost everyone from every college is here.

So, Malfoy stayed in the castle, and apart from destroying it, Harry couldn't think of any reason to explain Malfoy's behavior. &1t;i>&1t;/i>

Harry reluctantly shook hands with Hefpaff's captain, and then with Mrs. Hodge's whistle, the game began. He rose to the top of his teammates and galloped around the court in search of the golden snitch.

If he can catch it early enough, he will still have a chance to go back to the castle and take the map to find out what Malfoy is doing...

"It's Hefpuff's Smith holding the ghost ball," a trance-like voice echoed over the court. "Of course he understood the last game that Ginny Weasley ran into him. I think it was probably intentional-it looks like this, but there is nothing wrong with it. Smith vs. Gryffindor Quite rude, I guess he regrets it now, because he is playing against them — oh look, he lost the ghost fly ball, Ginny took the ball from him, I really like her, she is very it is good……"

Harry stared down at the commentary booth. &1t;i>&1t;/i>

This kind of ethereal is just like... how do you say, the voice of an indescribable patient, like an oriole?

This is indeed very crisp and nice, but it appeared in the commentary booth...

People with normal minds won't let Luna Lovegood explain the game, right?

But even aloft, he clearly recognized Luna's long, somewhat dirty gold, and a necklace of Butterbeer corks...

Professor McGonagall next to Luna looked a little uncomfortable, as if he was reconsidering the appointment.

Maybe it is really no one, but Luna's grades are still very attractive in the eyes of the professors, that is, the nerve jumping is a bit too strong.

"...But now that big Hufflepuff player snatched the ghost fly ball from her, I don't remember his name, it seems to be Bibao--no, it's Baggins--"&1t;i>&1t ;/i>

"It's Cardolad!" Professor McGonagall said loudly beside Luna's black face. Through the loudspeaker, everyone could clearly hear Professor McGonagall's angry and helpless voice.

The audience burst into laughter.

Harry also laughed, which made him feel better. He probably swept around, but disappointed that he did not find the position of Fanlin and Hermione.

However, it was clear that Harry had no time to say hello to them.

Harry looked for the Golden Snitch carefully; but he hadn't found any trace of it yet. After a while, Cadorad scored.

This was unexpected, but McLagen had been blaming Ginny for losing the ghost fly ball, but did not notice that the big red ball flew into the goal wiping his right ear.

This made Harry feel a little bad, or that Harry's temper was always bad for McLagen. &1t;i>&1t;/i>

"So, McLagen, can you just leave the others alone and focus on doing what you should do!" Harry turned around and shouted at his goalkeeper.

"You didn't set a good example!" McClagan roared blushing.

"Harry Potter is arguing with his goalkeeper," Luna said calmly, as if she and Harry were not friends, which made Harry miss Jordan a bit, which was really embarrassing.

Team captain and goalkeeper quarreling on the playing field?

I have to admit that Luna is very good at grasping the key points. Of course, Luna didn't notice the ghost ball that Hefpaff scored before.

At the same time, there was a burst of cheers and laughter from the crowd of Hefpaff and Slytherin below.

"I don't think it will help him find the Golden Snitch, but maybe this is a trick..." Luna said loudly, an ethereal voice echoing throughout the Quidditch arena. &1t;i>&1t;/i>

However, Harry does not expect Luna to help him come back. This is a stain on his career...

Harry cursed angrily and returned to the court, scanning the air, trying to spot the golden ball with wings.

At the same time, Ginny and De Merza each scored a goal, giving the people dressed in red and gold some reason to cheer. Then Cadorad scored another goal to equalize the score, and the scene entered a white-hot stage.

But in fact, Luna still seems to have not noticed the score. From the beginning, she has said anything about the score in Luna’s mouth; she has shown the worldly things like scoring. Unusually indifferent, she is relentlessly trying to draw the audience's attention to things such as weird clouds, while also guessing about Zacharias Smith-he has not protected the ghost fly ball so far. In the arms for a minute-is there something "failure". &1t;i>&1t;/i>

I have to admit that it is a very happy thing to let Luna explain Quidditch. Luna is very talented in this aspect. For example, the jumping nerve?

Anyway, in Fanlin's view, Luna is enough to give Professor McGonagall face.

Compared to Quidditch, the shape of Hogwarts Castle is more attractive to Luna.

Wherever I go, I love your shape...

"Seventy to forty, Hufflepuff is ahead!" Professor McGonagall shouted into Luna's loudspeaker intolerably.

"Oh, really, already?" Luna was very surprised at this, and continued to respond vaguely in her own way.

"Oh, this cloud looks like... I mean, look! The Gryffindor goalkeeper grabbed the batsman's bat." Luna finally showed what was bright in the game. The place. &1t;i>&1t;/i>

"It seems that Gryffindor has not prepared well before the game... Their goalkeeper... What is the name of McMegan or something... He seems to be planning a live demonstration."

Harry turned around violently in mid-air.

Sure enough, McLagen grabbed Pixar's bat for some reason, and seemed to be showing him how to hit the oncoming Cadorad.

"Can you return the bat to him and go back to the goal!" Harry rushed towards McLagen in a rage. If possible, Harry felt that putting Van Lin here would be better than McLagen. It was much better, at least Fanlin wouldn't be more than gestures.

This should be the last game of McLagen's Gryffindor team career.

At this time, McLagen hit the wandering ball fiercely, but did not hit the target. &1t;i>&1t;/i>

A dark, dizzying pain...a flash of light...a distant scream...a feeling of falling down in a long tunnel...

"What happened outside?" Hermione stopped abruptly, and the sound of the Quidditch arena in the distance became noisy, as if something terrible happened.

"Uh...it seems to be Harry..." Fanlin was a little unsure. "He was hit by McLagen's wandering ball."

"What? McLagen?" Hermione was a little unsure. "Isn't he a goalkeeper? Swing ball or something..."

"Oh~www.wuxiaspot.com~ Leave him alone. With Professor McGonagall, Harry can't do anything at all." Fanlin shook his head. Apart from sympathy for Harry's miserable experience, Fanlin There is no fluctuation in my heart, and I even want to laugh...

In fact, since Fanlin had beaten Harry Quidditch once in the first grade (cheating with magic...), he hadn't gotten any advantage from Harry at all.

In Harry’s words, without magic, your flying is really terrible...

The point is, riding a stick, and not comfortable...

Well, this is indeed looking for a reason. It must be admitted that on Quidditch, Harry has perfectly inherited the talent of James Porter, or Tom himself is also a good player...

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