Chapter 922 Before and After the Game

"Quidditch contact? Oh, don't mention it..." Ginny removed the mud from her clothes with disgust.

"It's been a nightmare," Ron said grimly.

"Oh, come on," Hermione said, looking at Ginny, "I don't think it's..."

"No, that's it," Ginny said a little badly, "It was unbelievable, Angelina was almost crying by the end."

"Are you about to cry?" Harry was a little shocked, "What's wrong?"

"Oh, forget it, don't mention it again." Ron said a little frustrated, and then began to eat the food in front of him.

After dinner, Ron and Ginny went to take a shower; Fanlin, Hermione and Harry returned to the common room to do their homework.

This is almost an experience that Fan Lin has never had. He has not finished his homework an hour after dinner...

Harry spent an extra half hour making an astronomical star chart, when Fred and George arrived.

"Ron and Ginny aren't here?" Fred asked, sitting on a chair and looking around. Seeing Hermione shake her head, he said, "Great, we've been watching the exercises, they're going to be killed, they'd be a mess without us."

"Don't say that, Ginny isn't bad," George said fairly, sitting down next to Fred, "I honestly don't know how she's so great, we never let her play with us. "

"When she was six years old, she took advantage of you not paying attention and ran into the broom room in the garden and took out the brooms one by one." Hermione said from behind a pile of crumbling ancient poetry books.

"Oh," said George, looking a little impressed, "that explains it."

"Can Ron save the ball?" Fan Lin asked, casting his gaze from the "Magic Hieroglyphs and Logos".

"If he thinks no one's watching him, that's fine," Fred said, rolling his eyes. "Looks like we're going to have to get everyone to turn their backs when the Quaffle comes over on Saturday."

He stood up again, walked to the window uneasily, and looked at the dark clouds. "You know, Quidditch is the only thing worth staying in this place."

Hermione gave him a stern look. "You have an exam soon!"

"Didn't I tell you, we won't make a fuss about N.W.T.S." Fred said. "The snake removal box is ready. We already know how to get rid of those boils. It can be done with a few drops of repair fluid. Li taught us."

George yawned widely and looked at the night sky out the window gloomily, "I don't know if I want to go to this game. If Zacharias defeats us, I will probably kill myself."

"More likely than not kill him," Fred said firmly.

"That's the problem with Quidditch," Hermione said absently, turning towards the translation of ancient poetry. "It creates tension and unease among the houses." She looked up to look for the spell table and found Fred, George and Harry all looked at her with expressions of disgust and suspicion.

"Oh, that's what it is!" she said impatiently. "It's just a game, isn't it?"

"Hermione," Harry shook his head, "you are good at many things, but you don't know Quidditch at all."

"Maybe," Hermione said nonchalantly, returning to her ancient poetry, "but at least my happiness will not be based on Ron's ability to save the ball."

"This is nothing worth arguing about, it's just that there are too few movements in the magic world." Fan Lin shook his head and said, "However, if Ron can't get rid of this nervous mood, maybe only luck can save us."

Hearing this, everyone lowered their heads.

Although Harry would rather jump from the Astronomy Tower than agree with her point of view, he was willing to give up all his Galleons to lose interest in Quidditch before he attended the game this coming Saturday.

That's the truth. Ron was nervous as hell when he came on stage.

If there was no Voldemort, maybe Fanlin and Harry could still find time to train Ron, but it was obvious that Quidditch really had to be left aside.

For many people, today has become very bad. What was originally a good Valentine's Day was turned into this by Harry.

Of course, for the people who eat melons, observing in the dark is quite exciting.

I wonder, has anyone secretly observed the Savior’s first date?

This made Fan Lin feel good, especially when he saw Harry's confused look.

In addition to being unable to do anything compared to Harry, Fred and George, Fan Lin was still in the mood to sort out the magic patterns he had learned.

In fact, Fan Lin has always hoped that these magic patterns can bring him enough surprises, and Fan Lin also roughly understands why Dumbledore is so strong.

In fact, except for a few spells, if Dumbledore is willing, he can directly use magic to construct runes to communicate magic. This has the same effect as a spell, and it is fast enough. Direct magic communication also reduces the additional magic power. of escape.

However, this is destined to be a long process and difficult to achieve.

Before that, Fanlin had to put all his thoughts on whether he could find a way to restrain himself, just like the Horcrux against Voldemort.

It turned out that Dumbledore used his own death and Snape's death to set up Tom to take the bait, but this time, before everyone had no idea of ​​dying, they had to consider other ways out.

What's more, Voldemort may not take the bait, because it seems that there are better powers at his disposal...

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But it is inevitable now that the Gryffindor team has finally ushered in its first game since its reconstruction after going through a series of operations such as fights, substitutions, suspensions, etc.

The best thing about this match is that it's relatively short, with the Gryffindor crowd having to endure just twenty-two painful minutes. It's hard to say what the worst thing about it is: Harry wants to have these candidates...

For example, Ron's fourteenth save failed, Slop missed Braj but hit Angelina in the mouth with the Quaffle, and when Zacharias caught the Quaffle, Kirk pointed She screamed and fell off the broom.

It was a miracle that Gryffindor only lost by ten points: Ginny caught the Snitch from under the nose of Hafpuff's Seeker Sambey, and the final score was two hundred and forty to two hundred and thirty.

"Well done," Harry said to Ginny when she returned, a depressing funeral-like atmosphere filling the common room. (To be continued)