Chapter 1,135

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While Fanlin and Hermione were discussing the issue, all the Quidditch players had already entered the venue.

Mrs. Huo Qi is still the same, with dashing white hair and a silver-gray cloak, riding the cold wind.

It's really cold today...

Not long after, Mrs. Hooch landed in the center of the field, and as usual, the box containing the Quidditch balls was placed at her feet.

"Captain shakes hands," Mrs. Hodge said.

According to the procedure, although he was reluctant, Harry still stretched out his hand, and the result was that Harry's hand was almost crushed by Slytherin's new captain Urquhart.

This moment made Harry feel very regretful. He should have used a spell like petrification to know that the Slytherins would not be friendly to him.

But Harry still calmly retreated. Nothing was more important than winning the game. If he got a warning because of a small problem, it would be more of a loss than he gained.

"Get on the broom and listen to the whistle... three... two... one..." The whistle sounded, and Harry and the others kicked off the ground and flew out. Harry flew around the edge of the pitch, looking for the Snitch and keeping an eye on Harper, who was flying in zigzags at low altitudes far away from Harry.

Fanlin never worried that something would go wrong with Harry, especially in Quidditch. Harry had an unimaginable talent. As long as nothing happened to Ron, when Harry caught the Quaffle, Gran Fendo can win the game steadily.

However, when a harsh voice that was different from the previous commentators sounded, Fan Lin's mood turned very bad in an instant.

"Well, here they go, and I think we'll all be surprised to see the team that Potter has cobbled together this year. A lot of people thought that Ron Weasley would have been better off given his uncoordinated goalkeeping last year. He should leave the team, but of course, his personal relationship with the captain really helped him..."

These words earned loud jeers and applause from the Slytherin faithful.

Fan Lin turned his head in the stands and looked towards the commentary box. A tall, thin, yellow-haired boy with a turned-up nose stood there, speaking into the magic loudspeaker that once belonged to Lee Jordan.

Fanlin recognized him, Zacharius Smith, a Hufflepuff player that he hated from the bottom of his heart, and he was also a member of D.A.

I don’t know who dragged him into D.A, but obviously Zacharis didn’t have a good time. He was taught a lesson by Fred and George.

However, he is still so annoying now, and he has successfully attracted everyone's attention.

"Come on Gryffindor!" A sharp female voice sounded from Fan Lin's ears. This voice was very familiar and came from Luna, the elf-like girl who often disconnected.

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This is probably Fanlin's problem, but it turns out that in many cases, the frequencies of everyone's brain waves are not on the same channel. If they were placed among dolphins, this would probably be the greatest species isolation.

Obviously, Luna was not very satisfied with Zacharias, and with her next move, Luna successfully diverted everyone's attention.

A roar of a lion came from Luna... to be precise, from the mouth of the hat on Luna's head. Luna can always give everyone some surprises, including...

"Sound amplification spell..." Luna didn't care at all that the people around her looked like they had seen a ghost, "It's very useful, isn't it?"

"Uh..." Fan Lin carefully pressed his ears again, "It's really useful."

"I think so too, and this can also dispel..."

"Oh, Luna, I think you can calm him down first." Fan Lin said, as if he was afraid that the lion's head would strike again when no one was paying attention. As a last resort, Fan Lin had to touch the spell on the lion's head.

"You don't like it?"

"Oh, no, on the contrary, I think it's very interesting..." Fan Lin said.

"It's just that the sound was a little too loud, a bit jarring." Hermione hugged Luna's arm. As D.A's partner, although Luna was a little out of line, in fact Hermione still didn't hate Luna. Although I can't say that I like them much, there is no doubt that girls can become friends with each other.

Weird theory.

However, Fan Lin always thinks this is very magical, especially Luna. It is hard to imagine what weird things this girl will come up with when no one is paying attention.

It's like, as long as my voice is loud enough, my friends' quarrels can't be heard, and as long as my E. is fast enough, my teammates' question marks can't catch up with me.

"How are you guys doing lately? I heard from Neville that you have had some problems recently. Ginny told me about Ron."

"Ginny told you?" Fan Lin was a little confused by Luna's series of questions that were not very suitable for her to wear.

It was Neville and Luna who said things were not going well recently, and then Ginny...

"It's okay, it's okay..." Fan Lin said, wiping the sweat on his head that might not be there, in response to Luna's question.

"Where's Ron? How is he?"

"No problem." Hermione glared at Fan Lin, "That should be the case."

"Oh, that's good. I still don't want to see Gryffindor lose. Of course, I'm not saying that Ron is not good. He talks very interestingly, but sometimes he is a bit unreliable and has a bad temper. How about it, I discovered it before, I think she should become a batsman or something, partnering with Ginny..."

"It's a very insightful opinion. Maybe Harry will consider it." Fan Lin said, "Let's not talk about it anymore. How are you lately, Luna? I can't even see you in school..."

"Same as usual, just a little boring. Those Yeqi's are sick recently, and I'm taking care of them."

"Is this why there are fewer horse-drawn carriages?"

"Oh, yes, some Yeqi have lost their strength. They may have gastrointestinal problems. They can't even eat meat these days." Luna said worriedly, although Fan Lin couldn't see it at all on the girl's face. Any look of concern.

"Perhaps you can take Hagrid over to have a look. I think Hagrid would be very willing to help you."

"I think so." Luna stared at the arena with blank eyes, "By the way, when will we start D.A activities again? I think that's very interesting."

"Oh, of course, but I think it will take some time. The N.E.W.T. advanced class is very busy, and you also have to prepare for the O.W.L.s exam. Maybe we can apply to the school to form a club."

"Just like Professor Gilderoy's time." Luna said, and just as Luna imagined that the club would reopen, the Quidditch match had already begun.

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"Oh, Slytherin's first shot, Urquhart was diving, and then—"

Harry's stomach turned.

"Oh, - Weasley kept the ball, well, he must have gotten lucky, I guess..."

"Yes, Smith, he is," Harry muttered, smiling to himself, and dove among the Chasers, searching for any elusive trace of the Snitch.

"Perform normally." Seeing this, all Gryffindor's worries were relieved. Weasley's goalkeeper was functioning normally, so there was nothing to worry about. This was the explanation...

Half an hour passed, and Gryffindor led sixty to zero.

Ron made some impressive saves, with several balls hitting only the fingertips of his glove, only to be blocked by Ron.

Four of the six Gryffindor goals were scored by Ginny.

This effectively stopped Zacharius from continuing to speculate loudly that the two Weasleys were only on the team because Harry liked them, and he started to pick on Pix and Kurt again.

"Of course, Kurt's physique isn't really suited to being a hitter," Zacharias said haughtily. "They usually have more muscle—"

"Give him a Bludger!" Harry yelled as it flew past Kurt, but Kurt laughed and swatted the ball towards Harper, who had just sailed past Harry from the other side.

Harry heard a dull thud with satisfaction, indicating that the Bludger had hit its target. It looked like Gryffindor couldn't make any mistakes.

They scored one after another, while on the other side of the court Ron defended one after another with ease. He actually started to smile, and when the crowd sang their favorite old song "Weasley is Our King" in unison for one of his great saves, he pretended to direct them from high in the air.

"He's a little special today, isn't he?" a mocking voice said, and Harry was almost knocked off his broomstick by Harper. "Your friend who betrayed his bloodline..."

Mrs. Hooch turned around. Although the Gryffindors were roaring angrily below, Harper had already left quickly when she looked over. Harry endured the pain in his shoulder and chased after him, determined to return a heavy blow to him...

"I think Harper from Slytherin saw the Golden Snitch!" Zacharius Smith said through the loudspeaker. "Yes, he did see something that Potter didn't!"

Zacharias is such an idiot, Harry thought. Didn't he see the collision between them? But immediately his stomach dropped into the air - Smith was right, and Harry was wrong: Harper wasn't just accelerating haphazardly upwards, he recognized something Harry didn't see: the Snitch was speeding past them. The top of his head was shining brightly under the clear blue sky.

Harry sped up; the wind howled in his ears, drowning out Zacharis' explanation and the voices of the audience, but Harper was still ahead of him, and Gryffindor was now only a hundred points ahead; if Harper was first Catch it and Gryffindor loses... Now Harper was only a few feet away from it, and he held out his hand...

"Oh, Harper!" Harry shouted desperately, "How much did Malfoy pay you to play for him?"

He didn't know why he said this, but Harper was stunned for a moment; he touched the Snitch, but it slipped through his fingers: Harry suddenly grabbed the little ball that was still flapping its wings.

"Got it!" Harry shouted: he turned around and flew back to the ground, raising the Snitch high in his hand. When the crowd realized what was happening, a huge roar erupted that almost drowned out the final whistle.

"Ginny, where are you going?" shouted Harry, who found himself hugged by the rest of the team, but Ginny picked up speed as she flew past them.

"Oh, Zacharis is going to be in trouble." This was Fan Lin's first thought. Among all the women Fan Lin knew, even if he offended Hermione, don't be foolish enough to offend Ginny, otherwise Ginny would Let you know what fear is.

With a loud noise, Ginny hit the commentator's seat like a cannonball.

Hermione said that Ginny was wearing a lot of defensive clothing produced by Weasley this morning, and it looked like Ginny was ready for a tough battle.

However, in view of Ron's performance, it was obvious that these were not needed. It only took more than half an hour to end the duel with Slytherin. This was a complete victory. Naturally, Ginny's preparations did not intend to fail. .

Ginny has never been stingy when someone seeks death.

The members of the Gryffindor team landed next to a pile of wooden debris amidst people's screams and laughter. The seriously injured Zacharis was suppressed underneath and twisted feebly. Harry heard Ginny happily He said to Professor McGonagall who was losing his temper, "Forgot to brake, Professor, I'm sorry."

It's an insincere apology, but it's very appropriate to put it here.

Harry smiled as he stepped out of the team and hugged Ginny, but soon let go.

Harry avoided her gaze and patted the cheering Ron on the back.

For a moment, all unpleasantness was forgotten, and the Gryffindors left the pitch arm in arm, fist pumping in greeting to their leader. The atmosphere in the locker room was jubilant.

"We're going to have a celebration party in the common room, Seamus said!" Dean shouted cheerfully. "Come on, Ginny, Demelza!"

Finally only Ron and Harry were left in the dressing room. When they were about to leave, Fanlin and Hermione came in. She was twisting the Gryffindor scarf in her hands, looking distraught but determined.

"What's the matter, Hermione?" Harry said, setting his broom aside.

"I have to talk to you, Harry." She took a deep breath. "You shouldn't do that, you heard Slughorn, it's illegal."

Harry looked at Fan Lin with some confusion, and then...

"What do you want to do? Report on us?" Ron was a little angry. Ron obviously felt bad about Hermione's questioning.

"What are you two talking about?" Harry turned around and hung up his jersey so they couldn't see him grinning.

"You know exactly what we're talking about!" Hermione screamed. "You mixed Ron's pumpkin juice with a lucky potion at breakfast! Felivis! Potion of Fortune!"

"I didn't," Harry turned and looked at Hermione.

"You did, Harry, that's why everything went so well, the Slytherin players made so many mistakes and Ron saved all the balls!"

"I didn't help it!" Harry grinned.

He reached into his pocket and pulled out the small bottle Hermione had seen that morning. It was filled with a golden potion, and the stopper was still tightly sealed with wax. "I wanted Ron to think I had spiked it, so I pretended to take it out while you were looking at me."

He looked at Ron. "You save all the balls because you feel lucky. You do it all on your own."

He put the potion back in his pocket.

"There really isn't anything in my pumpkin juice?" Ron was shocked. "But the weather is so nice...Visi isn't competing...I really didn't take the lucky potion?"

"Oh, of course, you didn't use it. In fact, there is no need at all, Ron." Fanlin said, "You should believe in yourself, and you, Hermione, you should believe in me."

"Oh, okay, I apologize." Hermione said dissatisfiedly. Ron's questioning made Hermione a little uncomfortable, but after winning the game, everything seemed less important. (To be continued)