Rebirth of the Harry Potter Chapter 497

Hearing Mad-Eye Moody's nonsense, Lupine was not angry at all, and had a faint smile on his always weak face.

However, Nymphadora Tonks jumped up as if being stabbed in the foot. Out of anger, her magic power surged, and her hair suddenly changed color because of her anger, turning into a kind of burning heat that was about to erupt. dark red.

"Moody, you've gone too far! Apologize to Lupin!" Nymphadora Tonks yelled.

Mad-Eye Moody glanced at Nymphadora Tonks with terrifying strange eyes, and then gave a strange smile: "Quack."

"Okay, Tonks, Moody was just joking, why are you so excited." Lupine said helplessly.

To Nymphadora Tonks, Lupine's words seemed to cast some enchanting spell on her soul. Nymphadora Tonks, who was still angry a moment ago, heard Lupine's order and immediately Extinguish the anger.

Looking at Lupine obediently, he said, "Oh."

"Alas..." Lupine looked even more distressed, his brows furrowed even more, and he sighed deeply.

Really great.

Harry felt emotional.

Just how much charm did Lupine have to make Nymphadora Tonks so determined.

But Harry didn't see anything special about Lupine either. He was neither energetic nor sunny. On the contrary, he was bearded, weak and thin, and his whole body was full of a melancholy atmosphere of a young man with vicissitudes of literature and art.

Please, this is a werewolf.

Shouldn't a werewolf have a simple mind and well-developed limbs? The muscles in the arms and thighs will explode, and if there is a disagreement, the claws will be exposed to scratch people.

But Lupine's appearance is more like a vampire race, weak and weak, with kidney deficiency every day.

Harry shook his head. Could it be that the witches of Nymphadora Tonks' generation, especially the rebellious noble princesses, like the taste of frustrated prodigal sons like Lupin?

Well, very likely.

"Harry." Lupine gave Harry a gentle smile and called his name.

"Lupine... Uncle." Harry shouted the last two words inaudibly, it was too awkward.

Lupine looked at Harry and sighed.

He really wants to try his best to play the role of an uncle who cares about his children.

Both myself and Sirius Black are close friends of Harry's parents. Sirius Black was imprisoned in Azkaban because of injustice, but because I was living in the pain of the past, I also left Harry behind for more than ten years. He lived alone in that terrible Dursley couple's house for so long, and was ridiculed and stared at by them all over the place. (The Dursleys, Dudley: ???)

He felt deeply guilty and uneasy.

James, Lily, I'm sorry for not taking good care of Harry.

How could he be qualified to stand by Harry's side and teach him as an uncle after Harry had grown up? Even if he showed concern, it was difficult for him to open his mouth.

He forced a laugh and found a topic: "Harry, is today the Quidditch final?"

Lu Ping suddenly felt that he was so witty, and silently praised him in his heart.

For Merlin, this Huatou is absolutely perfect. Even the prisoners and Aurors in the prison may chat a few words because of the word "Quidditch".

In the wizarding world, there are three things that wizards cannot avoid no matter what: birth, death, and Quidditch.

Harry said, "How did you know about the Quidditch match today?"

"Of course there is some attention. Like the Hogwarts Quidditch final, it will be published in the "Daily Prophet" a few days ago, occupying a small page. I will focus on the description. This year I wrote about Ginny Weasley, maybe today's game, professional teams are here, just to watch Ginny's strength."

"It seems that some wizards from outside the school appeared in the auditorium and held up their cameras to take pictures." Harry said.

"The Ministry of Magic is also planning to include the results of the Quidditch competition at the Magic School into one of the Ministry of Sports' welfare lotteries," Lupine said.

Harry looked shocked: "Is this an official admission bet?"

"How can this be considered a gamble?"

Harry's eyes widened: "Because this is not an ordinary number guessing lottery. If someone participates in the game, it will be more maneuverable. In case there is a dirty PY (friend) transaction..."

"Why do you think so?" Lupine said dissatisfiedly, "That's Quidditch, which represents the sublime and holy."

Harry rolled his eyes, well, you are lofty, you are amazing.

Xu Shi realized that his tone was a bit harsh, and Lu Ping said calmly: "Quidditch is a sport full of passion and hard work. People who really love it have good character. Especially those professional athletes, I believe they Its quality shines brighter than pure gold.”

Hey, it seems that the Prisoners of Azkaban were the last few wizards in the wizarding world who didn't love Quidditch.

And Voldemort is a person like himself who has no sense of Quidditch at all.

hiss! It's really scary.

Could it be that it was revealed somewhere that he would become a dark villain like Voldemort?

Let's practice with two villain laughter first, Jie Jie Jie Jie...

In the end, Harry still didn't tell Lupine what he said. If Lupine vomited blood, it would be bad.

So Harry nodded: "Hmm."

It seems to have acquiesced in Lupine's statement.

Lupine looked happy because of this, and said: "I know that although you only participated in the Quidditch match once, you performed very well, just like your father, a natural Seeker. Why don't you join Quidditch? Fifth grade, after you are in sixth grade, you may not have so much time to play Quidditch anymore."

"Uncle, I actually don't really like flying around on a flying broom." Harry said leisurely.

Lu Ping was silent for a while, and said reluctantly: "Then what about watching? Don't you even want to watch? You are not in the arena today, but came to the Forbidden Forest."

"If we were punished by the teacher for confinement during the Quidditch final, we couldn't guarantee that we would do something daring in order to sneak out and peek. Besides, the Quidditch final is the best place for every It is a symbol of the end of the school year, a year of academic oppression can be released on this day."

Harry confided: "Actually, I'm not interested in Quidditch at all..."

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It sounded like a sword being pierced into the heart.

"Ah..." Lupine sighed heavily, then glanced at Harry, "Ah..." and shook his head slowly again.

It made Harry feel as if he had done something heinous and heinous.

Lupine patted Harry's shoulder with his hand, as if a mountain was pressing down on him, he said in frustration, "Quidditch, that's a burning youth."

After all, I looked up at the invisible sky above my head alone, as if I was reminiscing about my lost youth.

Maybe it was a big mistake for me to talk about Quidditch with Harry.

Luobei: I am a sand sculpture and I am a sand sculpture.

I actually wrote this chapter with Lupine as Harry's godfather, then deleted and rewritten it.

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