Rebirth of the Harry Potter

Ron heard the sound of countless feet stepping onto the stands, very clearly.

It seemed that someone was singing among them, but Ron couldn't make out the words, it sounded like his own name.

Ron was starting to feel tense again, as if the intestines in his stomach were tangled together, and his expression was stiff and pale.

"...it's time," Angelina looked at her watch and whispered, "let's go... wish us luck."

The players stood up, picked up their brooms, and walked out of the locker room in a single file. Ron walked last, the broom in his hand seemed to crush his shoulders.

Walking into the dim sunlight, although the students in the stands couldn't tell who was who at the moment, they still gave them thunderous applause and whistles.

And the singing, which was covered by cheers and whistles, became clearer and clearer.

The Slytherins were already standing there, all wearing silver crowns on their chests.

The new captain, Monta, has exaggerated muscles and thick forearms like hairy hams.

Behind him are two boys who are almost equally stout, looking silly.

Malfoy stood next to Monta, even though the sun was not good today, his platinum hair was still too dazzling.

Ron found that Malfoy did not have the silver badge that his teammates wore on his chest, and he felt a little puzzled in his heart.

With Ron's blank expression on his face, Monta patted the silver badge on his chest, grinned and said, "Weasley, we put all our hopes of winning on you, don't let us down."

"The captains of both sides shook hands." The referee Mrs. Hooch shouted.

Angelina and Monta come together.

"Get on the broom..."

Mrs. Hooch put the whistle in her mouth and blew hard.

Kick-off, fourteen players soared into the air, Ron pressed his nervousness, he rose rapidly, and went straight to the goal ring.

The other players should be knocking off the Bludgers, and those who should be looking for the Snitch, look for the Snitch.

The narrator Jordan held up a panoramic binoculars and said, "Johnson, Johnson got the Quaffle,

What a girl, I've been talking about it for years, and she still won't date me鈥擻"

"Jordan!" cried Professor McGonagall.

"Just kidding, professor, with a little spice - she dodged Warrington, dodged Monta, she - ouch - she got hit by a Bludger coming from behind, Hartle calling ..."

"Monta catches the Quaffle, Monta dribbles back with the ball - well, the Gryffindor batsman hits a nice Bludger that goes right over Monta's head and he loses the Quaffle The fly ball was picked up by Katie Bell, Gryffindor's Katie Bell back-passed to Alicia Spinnett, and Spinnett immediately..."

Lee Jordan's commentary reverberated in the arena, and Ron strained his ears to listen, the whistling wind and the noise of the audience鈥斺€?,""...dodges Warrington, dodges a Bludger - good hang, Arya - the audience loves this, listen to the sound, what are they singing? Which college cheerleader's song?"

When Li Jordan came down to explain and listen, the singing sounded loudly from the silver and green sea of 鈥嬧€婼lytherin in the stands:

That little Weasley fool,

He can't block a ball,

The Slytherins sing,

Weasley is our king.

Weasley was born in a dustbin,

He always puts the ball in the goal,

Weasley made me win this one,

Weasley is our king.

Ron felt his viscera being torn apart, as if a fire dragon had run in to destroy it, and now he understood what Monta meant by what he said.

Jordan yelled, "Ah, the Slytherin keeper caught the ball, he threw the Quaffle to Warrington, and Warrington galloped around Arya and Katie, and he's gone now." Ron is getting closer..."

Following Jordan's explanation, the singing from Slytherin suddenly became louder:

Weasley was born in a dustbin,

He always puts the ball in the goal.

Jordan tried to drown it out: "It's the first test for Gryffindor's new keeper, Weasley, the younger brother of batsmen Fred and George, the rising star of the team...Come on, Ron !"

But the cheers came from the Slytherin side: Ron swooped with his arms outstretched, and the Quaffle flew under his armpit, right into the central goal ring.

"Slytherin score!" Jordan's regretful voice sounded amid the cheers and boos from the audience in the stands.

"Slytherin leads...Ron's out of luck..."

The Slytherins laughed and sang louder:

The Slytherins sing,

Weasley is our king.

It didn't take long before Jordan's voice became tense again: "Puse dodged Alia, went straight to the goal, caught it, Ron..."

There were groans of pain from the Gryffindor side, and screams and applause from the Slytherins.

The Slytherin cheerleaders chanted excitedly:

Weasley made me win this one,

Weasley is our king.

...

Balls were scored one after another.

The singing is also loud and clear one after another.

However, when the lively sound reached a glass window a few hundred meters away, it became very small, and it didn't feel noisy at all.

Today's weather is cold and dim, so it's very suitable to hide in a quiet room, turn on the soft lights, bake a warm fire, and slowly sleep soundly.

Zhang Qiu and the others did not come out in the bedroom, Crookshanks curled up in a chair, and the various fancy elf hats woven were left on the table by the stove鈥攖his was the joint efforts of Zhang Qiu and Hermione result.

Harry pulled out his Potions book, and by the firelight, he read a paragraph about the uses of scurvy, lovage, and sneezeweed, but was quickly distracted.

"These plants are most likely to cause encephalitis, and are often used in drugs for confusion, causing people to be impatient and reckless..."

"...It is most likely to cause encephalitis..., and it is mostly used for..."

"...It's mostly used in drugs for confusion..."

"...to people... to be impatient and reckless..."

Harry's eyes narrowed slowly, the lids getting heavier.

"Huh..." Harry yawned.

A feeling of drowsiness surged up, he really wanted to sleep...

The armchair in front of the fireplace was warm and comfortable, Crookshanks whined and the fire crackled...

The spellbook slipped from Harry's hands and onto the carpet, his head tilted to the side...

Wouldn't it be a waste not to get a good night's sleep in such an appropriate environment?

A white figure sneaked over on tiptoe, watching Harry leaning on the armchair with no image, the corners of his mouth seemed to be drooling.

Astoria smiled secretly, and took out a small black box in his hand, with a dozen buttons on the front.

She straightened the things in her hands, took a few shots at Harry, and kept them.

This thing is a technological product that just appeared in the Muggle world - a mobile phone.

Although the resolution of the photos taken is only a few hundred pixels, but because of the portability and novelty, Astoria couldn't put it down after receiving this little gift from Harry.

...

After a few hours.

Harry woke up.

Helena just happened to have lunch ready.

While the four were having lunch, Helena mentioned: "Gryffindor played against Slytherin today. Although Gryffindor's goalkeeper Ron missed a lot of balls, I didn't expect them to catch the golden snitch in the end." , the total score was 10 points higher than Slytherin, and we almost won the game."

"Oh." Harry said lightly.

Other than that, there was no other response.

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