Rebirth of the Harry Potter Chapter 439

"What's going on, how you've been so slow, it's not that your level is too bad, you dare not perform in front of us."

"Who is that? Goalkeeper, your head is going to be buried in your clothes." Someone laughed gruffly, mocking Ron's improper clothes.

"Hey, Johnson, what's the matter with your hairstyle?" a Slytherin girl asked shrillly from below, "How come someone wants to make themselves look like an earthworm is coming out of their head? "

Angelina slammed the long braid behind her head and said calmly: "Don't pay attention to them, we will see who is laughing when we finish the match with them. Now we spread it out and take a look. How are we doing."

With a ghost flying ball under her arm, she flew around them, then slowed down and stopped in front of the players in the air.

The seeker turned and left the others and came to the end of the court.

Ron retreated to the opposite goal.

Angelina raised the ghost fly ball with one hand and threw it at one batsman. The batsman passed it to another batsman and then to the seeker.

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

So Slytherin began to play traditional arts again.

The Slytherins were headed by their captain Monta, mocking and screaming.

Ron rushed to the ground to catch the ghost ball before it hits the ground.

He stopped dragging his dive and almost slipped off the broom before he rose back to passing height with a flushed face.

Two of Gryffindor's batters were sore.

"Go on, Ron," Angelina said, as if nothing happened.

Ron threw the ghost fly ball to Alia, and Alia passed it to the seeker, and then to...

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

Ron didn't expect to pass it to himself, but he hurriedly rushed to catch the ball, but he missed it by a few centimeters.

"Don't be like this, Ron," Angelina said angrily when he saw Ron swooping down to the ground again to chase the ghost fly ball, "Keep a little more god!"

When Ron rose to passing height again, it was difficult to tell whether his face or the ghost ball became more red.

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

In the third time, Ron caught the ghost fly ball. Perhaps it was because he finally breathed a sigh of relief. He was so excited when he passed the ball. The ball flew directly over the chaser's hands and hit the chaser's face.

"Sorry!" Ron groaned, and flew over to see if his teammate was seriously injured.

"Go back to the original position, he's okay!" Angelina almost roared, "But you are passing the ball to your teammate, and your goal is not his face. Don't even think of knocking him off the broom, okay? This Something has to be done by walking the ball!"

The chaser's nose was smashed and bleeding.

The Slytherins stomped and mocked again.

Malfoy, whose platinum hair was combed without a trace, sat quietly at the end, frowning as he watched all the smirking smiles on the faces of the people around him.

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

Pansy said, "But it's funny at first, don't you think?"

Malfoy looked at the chaos in the sky and said in silence for a while: "It's not funny."

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

A batsman leaned towards the player injured by Ron.

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

"Okay," said Angelina. "Battery, go get your bat and a walking ball. Ron, get to the goalpost. And the Golden Snitch, when I hear my order , Let the Golden Snitch out. We're about to start attacking Ron's goal, so it's a normal game."

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

Angelina blew the whistle, the Seeker let go of the Golden Snitch, and the two batters let go and let the ball fly out.

The warm autumn wind blew the faces of the Gryffindor players, and the shouts of the Slytherins in the distance echoed in their ears, but they no longer made any sense...

But after a while, the whistle blew.

"Stop-stop-stop!" Angelina screamed, "Ron-have you forgotten you are going to hold the three rings!"

I saw Ron hovering in front of the left circle, and the other two circles were completely unguarded.

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

"You have to keep moving around while staring at the chaser!" Angelina said. "Either stay in the middle and move when you have to defend a certain circle, or you can go around three circles. Circling, don't move to the side inexplicably, just like that three **** leaked in!"

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

Finally, sending the Gryffindor Quidditch team back to the castle was the Slytherin happily singing "Gryffindor lost".

"It's horrible," Harry said.

"Fortunately, I don't have any thoughts about Quidditch, otherwise I have to be mad."

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

But she was not indifferent to everything like Harry, she hoped to change it.

She looked at Harry and said, "I read this sentence in a philosophy book: If you feel that the people around you are not morally high, then help them, if you feel that the Quidditch team is too weak, then build It's not just complaining."

"If you can join Quidditch, maybe there is a turning point."

Harry looked at Hermione and said in a heavy tone: "Hermione, if someone dares to say such things in front of you, don't think about others, just ask him to greet him directly, because he must You treat it like a fool."

Hermione: "..."

at night.

"We should really do as much homework as possible in normal times," Hermione said.

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

At first, I dealt with the same difficult and long paper of Professor Sinista, about many moons of Jupiter.

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

Zhang Qiu sat in front of the fire, Crookshanks curled up at her feet, two knitting needles hanging in front of her shuttled back and forth, knitting a pair of weird-looking elf socks-this is Hermione's request, she wants to give it The house elves who join the club prepare some benefits.

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

Is it an illusion?

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

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

"Have you finished writing?"

"No~www.mtlnovel.com~ Then I will go to bed first."

"Ok."

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

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

Harry shook his head and pushed open the other door.

"Sorry Helena, we squeezed a bed to sleep today."

Helena shivered like a white rabbit.

Then Harry lay on the side of the bed, grabbed Helena's quilt, rolled himself into a ball, and fell asleep.