Harry Potter Reborn

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

Someone seemed to be singing, but Ron couldn't hear the lyrics clearly, and the voice sounded very much like his own name.

Ron began to feel nervous again, as if the intestines in his stomach were tangled together, his expression was stiff and his face was gray.

"...It's time," Angelina looked at her watch and whispered, "Let's go...wish us good luck."

The team members stood up, picked up their brooms, and filed out of the locker room. Ron walked at the end, and the broom in his hand seemed to break his shoulder.

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

The singing voice, which was masked by the cheers and whistles, became ethereal and became clearer.

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

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

Behind him are two boys who are almost equally stout and look silly.

Malfoy stood next to Monta. Even though the sun was not shining brightly today, his platinum hair was still too dazzling.

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

In Ron's confused expression, Monta patted the silver badge on his chest, grinned and said: "Weasley, our hope of winning is all on you, don't let us down."

"Both captains shake hands." the referee Mrs. Huo Qi shouted.

Angelina and Monta come together.

"Get on the broom..."

Mrs. Huo Qi put the whistle into her mouth and blew hard.

When the ball kicked off, fourteen players jumped into the air. Ron suppressed his nervousness and rose rapidly, heading straight for the goal ring.

The other players who should hit the Bludger will hit the Bludger away, and those who should look for the Golden Snitch should look for the Golden Snitch.

The commentator Jordan held up a panoramic telescope and said: "Johnson, Johnson grabbed the Quaffle. What a wonderful girl. I've been talking about it for several years, but she still refuses to date me -"

"Jordan!" Professor McGonagall shouted.

"Just kidding, Professor, just to add some spice - she dodged Warrington, dodged Monta, she - ouch - she got hit by a Bludger coming from behind, from Hartle.

…”

"Monta caught the Quaffle, and Monta rushed back with the ball - well, the Gryffindor beater hit a beautiful Bludger, and it flew towards Monta's head, and he lost the Quaffle.

The flying ball was picked up by Katie Bell, and Gryffindor's Katie Bell reversed the pass to Alia Spinnett. Spinnett immediately..."

Lee Jordan's commentary echoed in the field, and Ron strained his ears to listen. In his ears were the whistling wind and the noise of the audience——

"...dodge Warrington, avoid a bludger--oh, Aria--the audience loves this, listen to this, what are they singing? Which house's cheerleading song is it?"

When Li Qiaodan came down to explain and listen, the singing voice rose loudly from the sea of ​​silver and green Slytherin in the stands:

That silly little Weasley,

He won't block a ball,

The Slytherins sang loudly,

Weasley is our king.

Weasley was born in a trash can,

He always puts the ball into the goal,

Weasley makes sure I win this game,

Weasley is our king.

Ron felt like his insides were trembling, as if a fire dragon had run in to destroy it. He now understood what Monta meant.

Jordan shouted: "Ah, the Slytherin team goalkeeper saved the ball. He threw the Quaffle to Warrington. Warrington took the ball and flew around Aria and Katie. He is now leaving

Ron is getting closer..."

As Jordan explained, the singing from Slytherin suddenly became louder:

Weasley was born in a trash can,

He always puts the ball into the goal.

Jordan tried to drown out the sound: "Now is the first test for Gryffindor's new keeper Weasley. He is the younger brother of Fred and George the batter, the team's rising star... Come on, Ron

!”

But the cheers came from the Slytherin side: Ron opened his arms and pounced, and the Quaffle flew under his arm and went straight into the center of the goal ring.

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

"Slytherin is ahead...Ron is unlucky..."

The Slytherins laughed and sang louder:

The Slytherins sang loudly,

Weasley is our king.

Not long after, Jordan's voice became nervous again: "Pousse dodged Alia, went straight to the goal, and caught it, Ron..."

Only the Gryffindor side was heard groaning in pain, while the Slytherin team members burst into screams and applause.

The Slytherin cheerleaders sang excitedly:

Weasley makes sure I win this game,

Weasley is our king.

…

The ball was scored one after another.

The singing was louder and louder one after another.

However, when the lively sound reached a certain glass window a few hundred meters away, it had become very quiet, and it did not feel noisy at all.

The weather today is cold and dark, so it is very suitable to hide in a quiet room, turn on the soft lights, warm the fire, and fall asleep slowly.

Zhang Qiu and the others did not come out of the bedroom. Crookshanks was curled up in a chair, and the various fancy elf hats he had knitted were left on the table by the stove - this was the joint effort of Zhang Qiu and Hermione.

result.

Harry took out the Potions textbook and read a passage about the uses of scurvy, lovage and sneezeweed in the light of the fire, but he was quickly distracted.

"These plants are most likely to cause encephalitis and are often used in intoxicating drugs, making people irritable and reckless..."

"...most likely to cause encephalitis..., mostly used for..."

"...mostly used in confusion drugs..."

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

Harry's eyes slowly narrowed, and his eyelids became heavier.

"Ha..." Harry yawned.

A feeling of sleepiness came over him, and he really wanted to sleep...

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

The magic book slipped from Harry's hand and fell on the carpet, his head tilted to one side...

In such an appropriate environment, wouldn’t it be a waste not to have a good night’s sleep?

A white figure tiptoed over quietly, looking at Harry leaning on the armchair without any image, with drool still seeming to flow from the corner of his mouth.

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

She straightened the things in her hands, faced Harry, took a few photos, and saved them.

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

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

…

A few hours later.

Harry woke up.

Helena happened to have just made lunch.

When the four of them were having lunch, Helena mentioned: "Today there was a match between Gryffindor and Slytherin. Although Gryffindor's goalkeeper Ron missed many goals, they didn't expect that they caught the Golden Snitch in the end.

, the total score was ten points higher than Slytherin, and we almost won the game."

"Oh." Harry said lightly.

Other than that, there was no other reaction.

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