Rebirth of the Harry Potter Chapter 164

　　October came, and the damp cold permeated the ground and penetrated into the castle.

　　 Professor and students suddenly caught a cold, which made school doctor Ms. Pomfrey squandered. Her refreshing effect has an immediate effect, but people who drink this potion will smoke for hours in the ear.

　　Astoria has been ill recently and was forced to drink some refreshing agents by Harry.

　　 "This was the case at the time, we were in the Gryffindor common room."

　　 "I said, drink it quickly."

　　 "She said, no, I don't want it."

　　 "I said, drink it, you will be healthy, be good."

　　 "She said, no, it's so bitter, these things are so bad, brother, I don't want it."

　　 "Then I took her in my arms to feed her, she struggled, and then you came in..."

　　 "You must believe me, uncle policeman, ah,'Miss Policeman'." Harry looked at Hermione questionably.

　　 Hermione looked at Harry in disbelief: "Really? Are you really not doing strange things?"

　　Hermione pulled Astoria behind him and looked at Harry cautiously and asked, "Astoria, is everything he said true?"

　　Astoria adjusted the magic robe messed up by Harry and said with a grin: "Really, my brother didn't do anything except break my mouth and let me drink some strange liquid."

　　Harry: "⊙▽⊙"

　　 Hermione: "Σ⊙▃⊙川"

　　 "Help!" In the large common room, Harry was chased by Hermione.

　　 The lovely Astoria clapped happily on the side: "Sister Hermione, come on, almost catching up."

　　The raindrops with big bullets crackled on the windows of the castle without stopping for several days.

　　 The lake in front of the castle rose, a muddy flow in the flower bed, the pumpkins of Hagrid continued to swell because of magic, and each one had the size of a flower shed.

　　However, the enthusiasm of the colleges for Quidditch training has not weakened. Therefore, Harry saw the return of Malfoy training and returned to the auditorium on a stormy Saturday evening a few days before Halloween.

　　 He was soaked all over with mud.

　　 "Yo, Malfoy, how do you feel?" Harry greeted with a smile.

　　 Malfoy's beautiful hair stuck to his face, and he looked at Harry fiercely: "You are really annoying."

　　Harry rolled his eyes: "Don't go down the rock and sprinkle salt into the wound. Isn't this your specialty."

　　 Malfoy suffocated, he was right, he couldn't refute.

　　 Malfoy was still in a daze, completely forgetting what he was now, and Harry couldn't stand it.

　　 "Clean and fresh."

　　 A breeze blew, and Malfoy became dry.

　　 "Lao Tzu doesn't need your help."

　　 "Well, who the **** are you, your stupid brother?" Harry screwed Malfoy's face hard.

　　 "Malfo, what's wrong with your face?" While eating, Gao Bu looked at Malfoy's cheeks with many red stamps.

　　 Malfoy chopped two meals in his mouth and said, "Today Quidditch accidentally fell off..."

　　 Sunday next day.

　　 It was drizzling outside the window.

　　Harry and Astoria arrived at the stadium early in the morning.

　　 Since she learned about Quidditch, she immediately fell in love with it.

　　 Maybe she likes the feeling of flying freely in the sky, so she likes flying lessons the most.

　　 She also often went to the court to watch the team practice and enjoyed it.

　　So, even if it rains today, she is still excited.

　　Harry imposed a "Rain Curse", "Wind Curse" on himself and Astoria, "Have yourself warmed up."

　　Don't ask how these spells exist, the magic world, not science is the main theme.

　　 Astoria stood in the rain, watching the rain dripping on himself curiously, but separated by a layer of invisible things.

　　 is like forming an aperture.

　　Harry was also going to use Zhang Qiu to spell rain, but she refused. She was training. How could she do this?

　　 So Harry didn't like Quidditch like this.

　　 is just training, but training in heavy rain is totally suffering.

　　 In the Muggle world, basketball and football games, athletes will not specifically train in the rain and bad weather.

　　When they played, the stadium was in the gymnasium, where would they see the rain?

　　After Zhang Qiu got on the flying broom and flew up, he suddenly could not feel the rain, but it was still raining.

　　 looked at Harry. He was waving his hand happily, and Astoria waved his hand in a certain way.

　　 Zhang Qiu was helpless. Fortunately, the team members had been flying in the sky, not paying much attention.

　　Although Harry had been immune to the rain, Astoria couldn't help but leaned close to Harry and hugged his arm as if it was warmer.

　　 "Brother, is Quidditch strange?" Astoria simply tilted her head in Harry's arms, which was more comfortable.

　　 "Why do you say that?" Harry's chin reached Astoria's head.

"The rules say that you have to find the player to catch the golden thief before you can end it. The longest recorded game in the book took three full months to find the player to catch the golden thief in the desert. Isn't that a problem? "

　　 "Yeah, this is indeed a loophole, the rules are not perfect. This is far from the Muggles' perfect exercise rules. But it should be changed in the future."

　　 "What sports do Muggles have?" Astoria was interested.

　　 "They are too many, table tennis, volleyball, football, javelin, swimming, rowing..."

　　 Astoria's mouth grew up~www.mtlnovel.com~ was shocked by the feeling that a pair of dumplings entered the city.

　　Harry said, thinking of the pitiful entertainment culture of the magic world, no movies, no TVs, no comics, only Quidditch and the Wizards can play. The wizarding people live too miserably and must be liberated.

　　I don't know if I can bring something, Mahjong? Playing cards? Still others.

　　After the training, Zhang Qiu ran straight away.

　　 lest teammates notice that he was not exposed to rain at all.

　　 Teammates were soaked, but he didn't do anything at all, and the kind Zhang Qiu fell into guilt.

　　 In the night, Gryffindor boys' dormitory.

　　 Everyone has gone to bed.

　　Ron sneaked up, turned on a small lamp, and turned to see the others were asleep.

　　 Then spread out a notebook.

　　 This is one of his secrets.

　　 A few days ago, he got lost somehow and walked to a deserted classroom.

　　He found this diary.

　　He brought it back.

After 　　, he found that the diary could actually talk to him.

　　 He seemed to have found a good friend to talk about, and he told all his thoughts to the soul named Reald in the book.

　　Envy and even envy for Harry, envy for brother Percy, distress for wand damage, hate for Professor Lockhart, fear of Snape...

　　 A few days ago, Snape also punished me for wiping the silverware in the prize showroom... Hey, it seems that something is familiar...

　　Ron shook his head, feeling that he was not feeling well recently and was dizzy. It seems to have a cold, and go to Madam Pomfrey tomorrow for a refreshing agent.

Chapter end