Chapter 1,174

In fact, on the morning of the Quidditch match with Hufflepuff, Harry went to the school hospital to visit Ron with Verlin and Hermione before going to the pitch.

Ron looked very anxious; he was the Keeper of Hogwarts, and hell, he couldn't be on the Quidditch field, and to make matters worse, his replacement was McLaggen, which didn't matter. Ron's threat was simply too great.

As required, Madam Pomfrey did not allow him to watch the game at all. She felt that it would make him overly excited. Even though Fan Lin felt that Ron was as strong as a monkey now, in fact, the intrusion of toxins still made Ron My body is somewhat deficient.

"So, how did McLaggen do?" Ron asked Harry nervously. In a short period of time, Ron had repeated this question countless times.

"I told you," Harry said patiently, "even if he were a world-class Quidditch keeper, I wouldn't keep him on the team. He's always trying to tell everyone what to do, and he feels like he's Played better than us at every position. I can't wait to get rid of him."

"Speaking of getting rid of people," Harry added, standing up with the Firebolt, "can you stop pretending to be asleep when Lavender comes to see you? She's driving me crazy too."

"It's just..." Ron seemed a little embarrassed. Facing Lavender, Ron couldn't find a good way to face it.

Maybe it's because you calmed down after the accident?

Even a strong fire will eventually go out, but at this speed.

"About Lavender." Hermione cleared her throat, "So, what do you think, Ron, that you don't plan to continue dating Lavender?"

Hearing this, everyone turned their attention to Ron.

"I...I didn't, I just..." Ron hesitated, "Don't you think she's a little too clingy?"

"Yes." Fan Lin nodded. Most of the time, Ron and Lavender were seen chewing together. This was really unacceptable. Take a look at Ginny and Dean. , or the other couples at Hogwarts...

"Huh?" Hermione raised her voice, which startled Fanlin.

"I...did I say the wrong thing?"

"No." Hermione rolled her eyes, "It's just that I don't really like this method, but Ron..."

Hermione looked at Ron seriously, "You have to think clearly..."

"Oh, please, my head hurts. It looks like I need to rest for a while." Ron covered his head, "I'm sorry that I can't cheer Harry on, but if you two are here..."

"Oh, leave him alone." Harry shook his head, feeling that his days of being pestered by Lavender would be extended for a long time. He was very busy now...

"let's go."

"Okay. Well, good luck to you. Hope you guys give Michaela a good lesson - I mean, Smith."

"I'll try my best," Harry shouldered the broomstick. "See you after the game."

The three men hurried through the deserted corridor; the entire school was out in force, either already sitting in the auditorium of the stadium or on their way there. As he walked, he looked out the window, trying to gauge how strong the wind would be. At this moment, a sound in front of him made Harry move his eyes back. Harry saw Malfoy walking towards him, accompanied by two girls. They both looked angry.

Malfoy stopped as soon as he saw Harry, then smiled dryly and moved on.

"Where are you going?" Harry asked.

"Yes, I really want to tell you because it concerns you, Potter," Malfoy sneered. "You'd better hurry up, they're waiting for the rightful captain - the boy who shows off his talents - as they call you these days."

One of the girls gave a forced giggle. Harry stared at her. She blushed immediately. Malfoy squeezed past Harry, and the girl and her friend jogged after him before disappearing around a corner.

Harry stood there as if rooted to the ground and watched them disappear. It was infuriating; he was already running late to the game, and meeting Malfoy on the sly, when the entire school was gone: this was Harry's best chance of finding out what Malfoy was up to.

Time passed silently, and Harry stood there blankly, staring at the place where Malfoy disappeared...

"Where have you been?" Ginny demanded as Harry dashed into the dressing room. The entire team had changed; the two batsmen, Coote and Pickles, were nervously tapping their legs with their bats.

"I met Malfoy," Harry whispered to her as he put on his scarlet jersey.

"Then what?"

"Then I wondered why he was in the castle with a couple of girlfriends when everyone else was here...

"Is this moment important?"

"Well, I'm not likely to find out, am I?" Harry grabbed the Firebolt and adjusted his glasses. "Let's go!" He said nothing more and strode onto the court to meet the deafening cheers and boos. There is almost no wind; there are white clouds in the sky; and dazzling sunlight shines out from time to time.

"What a tricky situation!" McLagan kept encouraging the team from behind. "Kurt, Pix, you two fly to the sunny side so they don't see you coming and you two can give them a head-on blow -"

"I am the captain, McLaggen, stop giving orders to them," Harry said angrily. Whether it was Lavender or McLaggen, in short, in Harry's eyes, each one was more troublesome than the other. .

"Now, please go and stay at your goal!"

After McLaggen walked away, Harry turned to Kurt and Pix. "Make sure you fly out of the sun, I mean...oh, do your best," Harry told them both reluctantly.

He had lost all patience, both with McLaggen and with Quidditch, and Harry swore that this was the most uninteresting moment he had ever had in Quidditch...

Now Harry's mind was filled with thoughts about the scene about Malfoy...

Malfoy... took two young ladies he didn't know... oh, they were girls, and then sneakily wandered around the castle...

Everyone from Hogwarts is here, almost everyone from every house is here except Ron.

So, Malfoy stayed in the castle. Apart from causing destruction, Harry could not think of any reason to explain Malfoy's behavior.

Harry reluctantly shook hands with the captain of Hufflepuff, and then with a whistle from Mrs. Hoch, the game began. He rose above his teammates and flew around the court in search of the Golden Snitch.

If he could catch it early enough, he would have a chance to return to the castle, take the Marauder's Map, and find out what Malfoy was up to...

"The one holding the Quaffle is Hufflepuff Smith," a trance-like voice echoed over the court. "Of course he was commentating on the last game, and Ginny Weasley bumped into him. I think it was probably intentional - it seemed like that, but there is nothing wrong with it. Smith vs. Gryffindor Pretty rude, I guess he regrets it now because he was playing against them - oh look, he dropped the Quaffle and Ginny took the ball from him, I really like her, she's very nice good..."

Harry stared down at the commentary box.

This ethereal sound is like... how should I put it, an indescribable patient's voice, like an oriole?

This is indeed very clear and nice to listen to, but when it appears in the commentary box...

No one in their right mind would let Luna Lovegood commentate on the game, right?

But even from above, he could clearly make out Luna's long, somewhat dirty blond hair, and her necklace of Butterbeer bottle corks...

Professor McGonagall next to Luna looked a little uncomfortable, as if he was reconsidering the appointment.

Maybe they really can't find anyone, but Luna's grades are still very popular in the eyes of the professors, but maybe her nerves are too high.

"...but now that big Hufflepuff player took the Quaffle from her, I can't remember his name, it was Beebab - no, Baggins -"

"It's Cadorad!" Professor McGonagall said loudly next to Luna's dark face. Through the loudspeaker, everyone could clearly hear Professor McGonagall's voice full of anger and helplessness.

The audience burst into laughter.

Harry also laughed out loud, which made him feel better. He glanced around, but to his disappointment, he did not find the location of Fan Lin and Hermione.

However, it was obvious that Harry had no time to say hello to them.

Harry searched carefully for the Snitch; but could not find any trace of it. Moments later, Caddolade scored.

It was unexpected, but McLaggen had been yelling at Ginny for losing the Quaffle, so he didn't notice the big red ball grazing his right ear and flying into the goal.

This made Harry feel a little bad, or in other words, Harry's temper was always bad when it came to McLaggen.

"So, McLaggen, can you please ignore other people and focus on what you have to do!" Harry turned to his goalkeeper and yelled.

"You haven't set a good example either!" McLaggen roared with a red face.

"Harry Potter is arguing with his keeper," Luna said calmly, as if she and Harry were not friends, which made Harry miss Jordan a little, which was really embarrassing.

Team captain and goalkeeper arguing on the field?

I have to admit that Luna is very good at grasping the key points. Of course, Luna didn't notice the Quaffle that Hufflepuff scored before.

At the same time, cheers and jeers erupted from the Hufflepuff and Slytherin crowd below.

"I don't think that's going to help him find the Snitch, but maybe it's a neat trick..." Luna said, her ethereal voice echoing throughout the Quidditch field.

However, Harry doesn't expect Luna to help him make things right. This is a stain on his career...

Cursing angrily, Harry returned to the pitch, scanning the air for any trace of the golden, winged ball.

Meanwhile, Ginny and Demelza each scored a goal, giving those below in red and gold something to cheer about. Then Kadolade scored another goal to equalize the score, and the situation entered a fierce stage.

But in fact, Luna still seemed to have not noticed the score. At least from the beginning of the explanation, Luna had not told any story about the score at all; she showed unusual indifference to mundane things like goals. She was tirelessly trying to draw the audience's attention to things like strange-shaped clouds, and at the same time she was wondering whether Zacharias Smith, who had not yet held the Quaffle in his arms for more than a minute, had some kind of "failure syndrome".

I have to admit that it is really a joy to let Luna explain Quidditch. Luna is very talented in this area. For example, jumping nerves?

Anyway, in Fanlin's opinion, Luna has given Professor McGonagall enough face.

Compared with Quidditch, the shape of Hogwarts Castle is more attractive to Luna.

Just lie down anywhere, I love your shape...

"Seventy to forty, Hufflepuff is leading!" Professor McGonagall shouted into Luna's loudspeaker in an unbearable manner.

"Oh, really, already?" Luna was very surprised by this, and continued to respond vaguely as usual.

"Oh, this cloud, it looks like... I mean, look! Gryffindor's goalkeeper has taken the bat of the beater." Luna finally found something eye-catching on the field.

"It seems that Gryffindor's pre-match preparation is not good... Their goalkeeper... his name is McMeegan or something... He seems to be planning to give a live demonstration."

Harry turned around suddenly in mid-air.

Sure enough, McLaggen took Pickles' bat for some reason, and seemed to show him how to hit the Bludger towards the oncoming Cadolard.

"Can you give him the bat back and go back to the goal!" Harry rushed towards McLaggen angrily. If possible, Harry felt that putting Vanlin here would be much better than McLaggen, at least Vanlin would not make gestures.

This should be the last game of McLaggen's Gryffindor team career.

At this time, McLaggen hit the Bludger fiercely, but missed the target.

My eyes went dark, dizzy pain... a flash of light... a distant scream... a feeling of falling down a long tunnel...

"What happened outside?" Hermione stopped abruptly, and the sound of the Quidditch field in the distance became noisy, as if something terrible had happened.

"Uh... it seems to be Harry..." Fanlin was a little unsure, "He was hit by McLaggen's Bludger."

"What? McLaggen?" Hermione was a little unsure, "Isn't he the goalkeeper? Bludgers and stuff..."

"Oh, don't worry about him, with Professor McGonagall here, nothing will happen to Harry." Fanlin shook his head. For Harry's tragic experience, Fanlin felt nothing in his heart except sympathy, and even wanted to laugh...

In fact, since Fanlin won Harry once in Quidditch in the first grade (using magic to cheat...) He has never gotten any advantage from Harry.

In Harry's words, without magic, you're really bad at flying...

The key is, riding on a stick, and it's not comfortable...

Okay, this is really making excuses. It must be admitted that in Quidditch, Harry perfectly inherited James Potter's talent, or Tom himself is also a good player... (To be continued)