Rebirth of the Harry Potter Chapter 463

It was twilight on Saturday morning.

At the bottom of the secluded Black Lake, the giant squid who likes to basking on the lake stretched out his sturdy tentacles to hold him tightly. Harry was floating in the water with his wand in his hand and waving constantly. It should have been a breeze. The squid smashed into the air, but for some reason, the magic could not be used, and the sense of panic and suffocation spread throughout the body and mind.

Despair came to my heart.

Harry looked at the almost invisible light above his head with a pale face, and was more and more pulled into the deepest place by the squid. Suddenly a trace of doubt appeared in his mind: Why did he appear here?

Then Harry woke up.

Sweat all over.

It turned out to be a nightmare.

And the source of the nightmare was behind Harry, a wonderful body, with jade-like arms and beautiful legs wrapped around Harry's body like an octopus, giving him a sense of oppression.

In Harry's arms, there was another dark-haired woman curled up quietly.

There was also a woman beside the bed, she could not always occupy Harry's side, because every time she begged for mercy and exited the battlefield-she clearly yelled loudest before the war.

All three of them wore thin black cloaks, concealing the most beautiful youth.

This is because yesterday's script read: Three beautiful but clumsy black wizards caught a Muggle who wanted to do an evil experiment, but they were teased by a clever Muggle and gave them three justices." punishment". (I haven't used this script before)

Harry gently let go of Zhang Qiu, slowly freed himself from the restraints behind him, and turned around.

The octopus behind noticed that its prey had escaped, and hummed unhappily, and entangled it again.

"Huh." Harry looked ugly, as if I was someone.

He used his hands and feet together to fix the pink octopus.

Her eyes were slightly opened, her gaze was chaotic, and the girl was dizzy and dizzy. She blinked her eyes before she realized the anger of the person in front of her, and said, "Brother..."

Harry lied forward and began the punishment that was not completed yesterday.

"...Huh, change your position..."

The girl's consciousness hasn't regained, but her body has already cooperated well, lying on the bed, turning her head, her eyes blurred and said: "Is that so..."

"You...little goblin." Harry gritted his teeth.

In the war again, Zhang Qiu and Hermione were not accidentally caught in the fish pond.

The mellow music ceased until three poles in the sun.

The warm light shines into the room, even the curtains of some thickness can't block it.

"Boom...boom..."

There was a knock on the door, and a cautious voice said outside the door: "It's nine o'clock, you said today to go to the Quidditch Stadium...Will you go?"

The room was quiet. After waiting for a while, when Helena wanted to stop knocking on the door, the bedroom door opened.

In front of him was Harry, who was full of spirits.

Helena was bluffed and floated back one meter.

Harry smiled: "Of course, you should prepare breakfast first."

"Yes."

Helena followed Harry and headed to the living room.

In the bedroom, there was a soft cry: "Clean up."

At breakfast, Harry said from the heart: "Cleaning up this magic can definitely be one of the ten must-learn spells in the magic world, otherwise our family has to change the sheets and bedding every day, how troublesome it would be. what."

Zhang Qiu didn't squint, just looking at her profile, a red cloud flew out.

Hermione cast Harry angrily, and said, "You know."

The weather today is really good.

The blue sky is like washing, there is no cloud in all, the spring is warm and the slanting wind is slowly.

It is very rare to have such days in the UK in February and March.

Harry and Hermione, Astoria sat on the top stage of the Gryffindor auditorium.

Hundreds of meters away, at Ravenclaw College, Harry caught a glimpse of Zhang Qiu and Luna sitting together. The two met, whispering, not knowing what to say.

Harry was a little guilty and didn't look there anymore.

Today's game is Hufflepuff vs. Gryffindor.

I don't know how the deep grievances between Gryffindor and Slytherin have accumulated. Seeing the Gryffindor team enter the stadium, Slytherin immediately uttered a loud boo, and there was also a whisper from the Weasley King. Sing.

It's that the relationship between Hufflepuff and Gryffindor is far worse than that of Slytherin, and some people "hush".

Harry didn't pay attention to this. He lay on his back in the seat, looking at the light blue sky, holding a beautiful girl in each of his hands, kneading and squeezing their soft waists.

This kind of pleasure is much better than seeing Quidditch.

Hermione frowned, not because she also felt a sense of comfort as she was ashamed of words, but because of the situation in the field.

She listened to someone in the Gryffindor audience yelling: "If we are defeated by Zacharias Smith, I might commit suicide."

Another boy said firmly: "No, I will kill him."

She pressed Harry's ear and said with some dissatisfaction: “I really think Quidditch has a big problem-I mean the Quidditch game in Hogwarts. Look at the relationship between Quidditch and the academy because of Quidditch. How nervous."

Hermione's voice was not loud, but it could be heard by anyone sitting in the two rows below them.

The people turned their heads, glaring at Hermione almost with an expression of horror.

It seems that Hermione blamed the Quidditch movement for the poor relationship between the colleges is an unforgivable thing.

"Yeah." Harry thought about Hermione's words.

Hermione's words are actually very reasonable. Although it is not 100% causal, the Quidditch competition between the colleges is indeed exacerbating the rift between the colleges.

The outstanding representatives are Gryffindor and Slytherin. They are already in a state of flux, and students usually fight with their wands at every turn. However, there are school rules and restrictions, so it won't be too serious.

But Quidditch's game seemed to be a fighting place allowed by the rules, and the anger accumulated by the two colleges was concentrated in this eruption. No one was beaten into the school hospital.

The conflict in the Quidditch game is under the full view of the public, and it is representative. So the worse the relationship, the harder the game conflict, the harder the conflict, the worse the college relationship, which makes Quidditch a vicious circle. The important point.

Harry said: "Originally, it was a good thing for the school to hold Quidditch competitions, exercise, promote cooperation, and strengthen communication between the colleges, but now the nature has become very bad. If it is not restricted by the new Quidditch rules, watch it every time. Smash the opposite face with the stick."

"You write an article about the bad aspects of the Quidditch game at Hogwarts. It should be factual, reasonable, and persuasive. It should be published on the front page of the Daily Prophet. After discussion, I will talk to Deng. Briddo put forward an idea to manage it, after all, he can't just intervene in the Ministry of Education casually." Harry said casually.

Hermione said, "Do you have any ideas?"

Astoria nestled beside Harry, and then simply sat in Harry's arms, leaning weakly on Harry, and even the heartbeat of Harry's chest could be heard in his ears.

Harry hugged Astoria in his arms, as if he was holding a doll, while stroking her soft blonde hair, he said: "You don't need to stop the game, but it's just a game. Don't involve four. The colleges. In the future, the four colleges who signed up for Quidditch competitions were mixed and disrupted. They were no longer divided into college teams. They were only divided into four teams. Each team had four college students. This became one. It's a pure sport. Players are like seeds. Even if there are only one or two students in each college, the impact may be a dormitory, a class, and a grade. If things go on like this, it will not only prevent the college relationship from getting worse. It can also play a practical and effective role in the integration of the four colleges."

"But, there should be people who don't want this, such as a Quidditch player in Slytherin who hates Gryffindor so much. How could he be willing to join the team?" Hermione said.

Harry said: "There are no more than one, and no more than one. Anyone who wants to play Quidditch can sign up. Isn't it possible that an academy can't make up seven happy people?"

"Yeah." Hermione nodded, already thinking about how to form sentences and write articles.

As a student of Hogwarts and a personal experience, this article written by her is more convincing than a special reporter who does not understand the internal contradictions of the four colleges.

Harry had only come out today to relax and bask in the sun, but he didn't expect this game to attract him.

He was blinded by the "excellent performance" of the Gryffindor goalkeeper again and again.

If someone interviewed Ron Weasley, what was his worst punt?

Ron would probably say, "Next time."

In the first half of the hour, Ron fumbled the ball fourteen times, and the ghost flew through the hoop, making a "dang~" sound. The three hoop, like a distorted clown face, mercilessly mocked Ron.

There was no blood on Ron's face.

Intermission for five minutes.

At the entrance of Gryffindor, the Gryffindor players gathered together, as if discussing tactics, then one of them slammed the broom to the ground and turned away.

The whistle of Hoqif's population sounded.

The team members fly on broomsticks.

Commentator Jordan used the magic telescope to see the team's changes first. He was surprised and said: "Gryffindor actually replaced goalkeeper Ron at this time, and Ginny Weasley played."

There was some commotion in the field.

Because although there have always been substitutes, they often only come on the field when a player is seriously injured and must be treated. A player who plays poorly like Ron will not change players—it is also possible that Ron will play. It's horrible to see beyond the bottom line.

The Gryffindor student looked at the figure of the red-haired girl, gave birth to a glimmer of hope, and then went extinct again.

Because the two colleges opened up a gap of 100 points.

How can this be compensated?

The game started again.

Ginny's performance was beyond everyone's imagination, she was so dazzling, she played the function of a goalkeeper to the extreme.

With the three iron rings high in the sky, she shuttled back and forth, extremely flexible, blocking one ghost fly after another.

Her performance is almost like the difference between Ron and Ron.

The three chasers of Hufflepuff faced this intractable opponent and gradually became impatient.

Every time Ginny succeeded in stopping a ball, the little lions who had finally gained some dignity would shout for cheer.

The Gryffindor chaser took the opportunity to score goals again and again, and the score was getting closer.

Gryffindor's seeker even caught the Golden Snitch twice in half of the game with the bonus of luck and strength, which was 100 points, and the score was once higher than Hufflepuff.

It's a pity that Hufflepuff's Seeker also caught the Golden Snitch once and pulled back the score.

In the end, Jordan lost his voice and screamed [Golden hook upside down! The Gryffindor goalkeeper used an upside down golden hook to defend a goal! ] In the end of the game.

Although the operation of Ginny's [100 million little dots] show shocked the audience, it still couldn't change the result of Gryffindor's loss.

The final score was two hundred and forty to two hundred and thirty ~ www.mtlnovel.com ~ only one goal short.

There was loud cheers over Hufflepuff.

Their Quidditch team watched the Gryffindor team fly to the hoop, surrounded by Ginny, and couldn't help but exhale.

"Win real insurance today."

"That's not it, almost capsized in the gutter."

"Fortunately, the guy Ron was on the court at first, otherwise..."

The Hufflepuff players nodded with lingering fear.

On the Gryffindor side, they all looked ugly and cursed.

"It's Ron, swearing."

"How can I fight so badly, swear word"

"If the whole game is Ginny as a goalkeeper, swear words, don't say you won, at least it can pull them by 50 points, swear words."

Astoria looked up at Harry as if looking admiringly at Ginny, who was slowly flying down, moved up in Harry's arms like a worm, and then bit Harry's lip to block it. Harry's sight was lost.

Harry: "Um...um..."

Seeing Astoria's eyes closed tightly, Hermione blushed, and Harry's hands covered Astoria's chest. She couldn't help but said, "Could you please pay attention to the occasion."

Harry then raised his head, with wet lips, looking at Hermione with a faint smile.

Hermione sensed some danger and was about to stand up immediately.

But Harry had already touched Hermione's face with the palm of his hand, raised her chin, lowered her head, and printed Hermione's red lips.

After some teasing.

Harry smiled and said, "How's Astoria's saliva?"

"Bah, vomit..." Hermione deliberately couldn't bear it.

Harry and Astoria looked at each other and laughed.

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