Harry Potter Reborn

Chapter 439

"What's going on? Why are you taking so long? It's not because your skills are too bad and you don't dare to perform in front of us."

"Who is that? Goalkeeper, your head is buried in your clothes." Someone laughed loudly, mocking Ron for his inappropriate clothes.

"Hey, Johnson, what's the matter with that hairstyle of yours?" A Slytherin girl asked sharply from below, "Why would anyone want to make themselves look like they have earthworms coming out of their heads?

Angelina shook her long braid back in front of her face and said calmly: "Ignore them. When we finish competing with them, we will see who is smiling. Now spread out and take a look."

How are we doing."

With a Quaffle under her arm, she flew around them, then slowed down and stopped in front of her team members in mid-air.

The Seeker turned away from the others and came to that end of the pitch.

Ron retreated towards the opposite goal.

Angelina raised the Quaffle with one hand and threw it hard at a batter, who passed it to another batter, and then to the Seeker.

The Seeker served a smooth ball, but Ron, who was a little nervous, didn't catch it.

As a result, Slytherin began to display traditional arts again.

The Slytherins, led by their captain Monta, laughed and shouted.

Ron dashed towards the ground to catch the Quaffle before it hit the ground.

He stopped his dive so sluggishly that he almost slipped off his broom, then rose again to passing height with a blush on his face.

The two Gryffindor batters had sore faces.

"Keep going, Ron," Angelina said, as if nothing had happened.

Ron threw the Quaffle to Arya, who passed it to the Seeker, and then to...

The ball flew through the air and was passed to Angelina, who passed it back to Ron.

Ron didn't expect that the ball would be passed to him, but he still rushed to catch the ball, but unfortunately he missed it by a few centimeters.

"Come on, Ron," Angelina said angrily when she saw Ron dive to the ground again to chase the Quaffle, "pay more attention!"

When Ron rose to the height of passing ball again, it was hard to tell whether his face or the Quaffle's face was redder.

The players and classmates of the Slytherin team burst into laughter again.

In the third time, Ron caught the Quaffle. Perhaps because he finally breathed a sigh of relief, he was so excited when he passed the ball that the ball flew directly past the Chaser's hands and hit the Chaser's hand.

face.

"I'm sorry!" Ron groaned and flew over to see if his teammates were seriously injured.

"Get back to his original position, he's fine!" Angelina almost yelled, "But you are passing the ball to your teammates, your target is not his face, don't even think about knocking him off the broom, okay? This is

There's a Bludger to do that!"

The chaser's nose was hit so hard that it bled.

The Slytherins below were stamping their feet and laughing.

Malfoy, whose platinum hair was neatly combed, sat quietly at the end, looking at everyone around him with gloating smiles on their faces and frowning.

"Is it so funny? Seeing them like this reminds me of my past." Malfoy asked.

Pansy said: "But it's actually funny, don't you think?"

Malfoy looked at the messy situation in the sky, and after a moment of silence he said, "It's not that it's not funny."

"If they only have this level, then they won't even think about winning the championship this year."

…

A batter approached the player who was injured by Ron.

A magic spell was used to temporarily stop the bleeding from his nose.

"Okay," Angelina said, "Batters, go get your bats and a Bludger. Ron, get over to the goal post. And the Snitch, as soon as you hear my order

, just let the Golden Snitch out. We are going to start attacking Ron's goal, just treat it as a normal game."

After taking the Golden Snitch, he returned to the sky.

When Angelina blew her whistle, the Seeker let go of the Snitch, and the two batters let go and let the Bludgers fly out.

The warm autumn wind blew on the faces of the Gryffindors, and the shouts of the Slytherins in the distance echoed in their ears, but it no longer meant anything...

But after a while, the whistle blew.

"Stop - stop - stop!" Angelina screamed, "Ron - you forgot you have three rings to hold!"

I saw Ron hovering in front of the ring on the left, and the other two rings were completely unguarded.

"Oh... I'm sorry..." Ron mumbled.

"You have to keep moving around while keeping an eye on the chaser!" said Angelina. "Either you stay in the middle and wait until you have to defend a ring, or you move around three rings.

When circling, you must not move it to one side for no reason, that’s how the three balls just leaked in!"

"I'm sorry..." Ron said again, his face shining as red as a beacon against the blue sky.

…………

What finally sent the Gryffindor Quidditch team back to the castle was the Slytherins happily singing "Gryffindor must lose".

"It's absolutely miserable," Harry said.

"Fortunately, I don't have any ideas about Quidditch, otherwise I would be so angry."

Hermione also felt that this year's Gryffindor Quidditch team was too bad.

But she is not as indifferent to everything as Harry, and she hopes to change it.

She looked at Harry and said: "I read this sentence in a philosophy book: If you think the people around you are not morally high, then help them. If you think the Quidditch team is too weak, then go build it.

It, instead of just complaining.”

"If you can join Quidditch, maybe there will be a turn for the better."

Harry looked at Hermione and said in a serious tone: "Hermione, if someone dares to say such a thing in front of you, don't think about anything else, just call him with Avada Kedavra, because he must have killed him."

You are treated like a fool."

Hermione: "..."

…………

night.

"We should really try to get as much homework done as possible," Hermione said.

She had just finished Professor McGonagall's long paper on non-animal summoning spells.

I began to work hard on Professor Sinistra's equally difficult and equally long paper, which was about the many moons of Jupiter.

Harry looked towards Astoria, where she was sitting and chatting happily with the cutie.

Zhang Qiu was sitting in front of the fire, Crookshanks curled up at her feet, two knitting needles were hanging back and forth in front of her, knitting a pair of weird elf socks - this was what Hermione had asked her to give her.

There are some benefits for the house elves who join the club.

Harry had a strange feeling. Astoria and Zhang Qiu seemed a little unhappy today.

Is it an illusion?

It's an illusion.

The sky outside the window became darker and darker, and gradually, the number of people in the living room of Harry's cabin became fewer and fewer.

At half past eleven, Hermione yawned and walked towards Harry.

"Have you finished writing?"

"No."

"Then I'll go to bed first."

"Um."

Half an hour later, Harry walked to the bedroom door and was shocked to find that he was locked out.

"I can't figure it out. I can't figure it out."