Harry Potter Reborn

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I don't know how long I slept.

Harry slowly opened his eyes when a soft, itchy feeling came over his face.

There were wild cheers and sounds of "win, win..." in my ears.

But Harry's attention wasn't on that.

He only saw Hermione sitting upright next to Zhang Qiu and turning her head to look outside. It seemed that she had been keeping this posture to watch the game.

"Hermione, what are you hiding in your hands?" Harry said.

"No...nothing." Hermione quietly moved her right hand to an angle where Harry couldn't see it.

Harry acted like a textbook eagle to catch the chicken, and threw Hermione down on the cold crystal ground.

"Then let me check."

Harry said, reaching for Hermione's hand behind her back.

Hermione giggled: "It's so ticklish, haha..."

"Ah! Harry, what are you touching!" Hermione suddenly exclaimed.

"It's nothing. This is called surrounding Wei and rescuing Zhao. Ask Zhang Qiu what it means." Harry smiled.

"Okay, okay, I'm afraid of you." Hermione begged for mercy and took the initiative to hand over what she was holding.

It was a white feather, and it was caused by the slight itch that Harry felt in his sleep just now.

"Okay, how dare you tease me." Harry said pretending to be angry.

Hermione argued: "This is what you asked for. You said I would wake you up after the game, but you didn't say how to wake you up. Right, Zhang Qiu?"

Zhang Qiu smiled slightly.

"Is the game over?" Harry felt more energetic due to his sleep.

Zhang Qiu said: "Well, the Irish team won. Although the Bulgarian seeker caught the Golden Snitch twice, the Irish team's chaser was very powerful and still kept the score higher than the opponent's."

"That's quite flattering."

"This is not an era where you can become king just by catching the Golden Snitch."

Harry commented pertinently.

"Cai Xukun's Cai?" Hermione asked doubtfully.

Zhang Qiu also said in confusion: "By the way, we never know what you mean by Cai Xukun."

"Nothing famous." Harry said casually.

"Okay, the game is over, let's go back."

When Harry and the others walked to the exit of the stadium.

A dazzling light shines on the top box, allowing all spectators in the stands to see what is going on inside the box.

Standing there were the British Minister of Magic, the Irish Minister of Magic, the Bulgarian Minister of Magic, and senior officials from the Ministry of Magic,

There was a large golden cup in front of Dumbledore.

The members of the Irish team flew around the stadium screaming on flying broomsticks, and then landed in the box.

The team members held the trophy together and raised it high, and the audience burst into thunderous applause.

Especially the supporters of the Irish team stood up one after another, set off a green wave, and shouted the names of their favorite players.

The players of the Irish team stood in the beam of light and were as excited as children, waving in all directions of the stadium.

Their mascot tossed a shower of gold coins to the ground, flags were waved throughout the stadium, and the Irish national anthem blared from all directions.

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Harry and others were glad that they left early. They stood in the villa and saw the wizards leaving the gymnasium and returning to the camp tents like a flood. One hundred thousand people poured out together, so crowded.

The wizards walked back along the passage illuminated by the lanterns, and at the same time, rough singing came from the night sky. The little leprechauns went back and forth through the bright passage, constantly flying in and out of their heads, waving their hands.

The lanterns in the room were laughing loudly.

Finally, everyone in the gymnasium was gone, but the camp started to get noisy.

Although the game is over, no one can sleep.

The wizards who returned to the camp gathered together, lit a fire, and discussed the game excitedly.

There were singing voices and percussion of musical instruments coming from everywhere, echoing in the night sky for a long time.

Inside the silver villa.

Hermione said: "The game is over. If no one proposes to go out to the celebration party, I will go and take a rest."

"Don't worry." Harry pulled Hermione.

He smiled all over his face: "In order to celebrate the Irish team winning the championship, I think we need to do something to vent our joy."

Hermione's eyes widened: "Harry, why didn't I know you were still a fan of the Irish team?"

"Just now, when it occurred to me that this would be a good reason to do something, that's it."

"Perhaps, there are other excuses. For example, I have so much energy right now that I can't sleep. You come to kill some time with me? Or, because of your teasing, I want to take a small "revenge" on you."

Hermione shouted: "This is nothing."

"Yes, you can't escape anyway, so why don't you give me any excuses?" Harry said.

Then, he took Hermione and disappeared.

"Brother?" Astoria followed stupidly.

Zhang Qiu grabbed her and said, "Astoria, sleep with me tonight."

"Why?"

Zhang Qiu blushed and said: "Because...because they want to discuss some magical things..."

"Then can I wait until they are over and then sleep with my brother?" Astoria asked innocently.

"I'm afraid not, they will "discuss" it for a long time, and it may not be finished until tomorrow morning..." Zhang Qiu said with difficulty.

"Okay then... let's go and have a rest, sister Zhang Qiu." Astoria said disappointedly.

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The night is already deep.

The wizards who had been cheering gradually became quiet.

However, something started to happen, and an atmosphere enveloped the entire camp.

In the camp, the noise started again.

It became more and more intense, as if a fire was about to sweep everyone into it.

"Dong dong dong..."

In a luxurious room in the silver villa, there was suddenly an annoying and violent knock on the door.

In the room, two young bodies were rolling over on the large bed.

Neither of them seemed to hear it.

But the knocking on the door kept coming, which made people feel dizzy.

"Zhang Qiu, do you want to join us? The door is not locked, just come in." Harry's deep and hoarse voice sounded.

The girl outside the door seemed frightened by these words, and the knocking on the door paused for a while.

Then only a stomping sound was heard, and Zhang Qiu's shy and anxious voice sounded: "Harry, something seems to have happened outside. It's very chaotic. Come out and take a look!"

A few seconds passed, but Zhang Qiu felt that centuries had passed. The picture of what Harry and Hermione were doing now kept appearing in her mind, making her even more flustered.

The door was opened, and Harry stood at the door holding the door handle.

His face was abnormally red, as if the hot blood had not yet cooled down. His chest was rising and falling, and he was breathing heavily.

Harry's eyes looked at Zhang Qiu with a hint of red light, very hot, as if something was about to explode.

On his head, there was a small and crooked golden crown on his messy hair.

"You, Ravenclaw's crown...this..." Zhang Qiu pointed to the crown on Harry's head, glanced down, and quickly turned his head: "Okay..."

"Come and take a look. There are many wizards covered in black robes in the camp attacking others." Zhang Qiu remembered something important and took Harry's hand.

But it lets go at the first touch.

Harry's hand was also so hot that it seemed to be burning her body.

Harry held Zhang Qiu's little hand firmly with his backhand.

To him now, Zhang Qiu's normal body temperature was like an ice cube falling into magma, and Harry almost groaned.

"If there is nothing urgent, the consequences will be serious..." Harry said.

Then, in an instant, Zhang Qiu appeared on the roof of the villa.

The camp, illuminated by firelight, was all around at once.

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