Chapter 1047: Bad Practice

Rita's report had to wait until the following Monday, the day after Gryffindor played Hufflepuff.

Harry, Fred, and George took Elaine to find Angelina. As the last hope of the Gryffindor team, they tested Elaine's ability overnight. It was really great. No one thought that she could fly so well , and very powerful, can replace the batter's position, more than enough.

They went to Professor McGonagall, hoping to let Elaine appear on the next day.

If it was before, there would be no problem, but after the "Education Decree No. 24", this right belongs to Umbridge.

Any team recruiting new members has to go through her review, no accident, Umbridge refused!

Harry and the others were numb, but Umbridge's behavior completely angered Elaine.

The little fellow was full of dangerous thoughts, vengeful, and extremely belligerent, and she threatened to have revenge on Umbridge.

Although Aiwen warned her not to attack Umbridge, but looking at her, she knew that she didn't listen.

Aiwen can only take the next best thing and consider not being seen when attacking Umbridge.

You can't do your hands directly inside the castle. In addition to the students, there are ubiquitous portraits, ghosts and various magical creatures in the castle.

If they attack Umbridge there's a good chance they'll be discovered and have to get her out of the castle

At eight o'clock the next morning, the Quidditch match started on time, and the only advantage of this game was that it was short.

The Gryffindor crowd had only to suffer for twenty-two minutes, and it was hard to say which was the worst, it was a close call, twenty-two missed balls by Ron.

Hufflepuff's suitor Arecia is so good, no one can stop him at all, the miracle is that the Gryffindor team only lost 30 points in the end: The Snitch was caught under the nose, and the final score was two hundred and sixty to two hundred and thirty.

"Good catch," Harry said to Ginny.

At noon that day, the atmosphere in the common room resembled that of a particularly grim funeral.

"Lucky!" She shrugged, "The Snitch wasn't very fast. Xia Pie caught a cold and sneezed at a critical moment, closing his eyes. Anyway, after you return to the team..."

"Ginny, I'm banned for life."

"It was Umbridge who was suspended during school!" Ginny corrected him, "It's different, anyway, after you return to the team, I will try to be the Chaser, Angelina and Alia are leaving next year, I prefer scoring goals to finding the ball."

As for Ron, he was huddled in a corner, staring at his knees, clutching a bottle of Butterbeer.

"Angelina still wouldn't let him go," Ginny said. "She said she knew he had potential."

At this point, Angelina's confidence in Ron has become cruel.

The Slytherins were chanting gleefully "Weasley is our King" as Ron left the pitch, and they were on track to win the Quidditch Cup.

Hufflepuff's pursuer is great, but she is the only one, and other players rarely cooperate with her. It was reflected in the second half of the game. As long as she is not allowed to touch the ball, there is no way to play, no matter what No matter how you look at it, there is no way that little girl is an opponent of the Slytherin team.

Not to mention, the Slytherins have a lot of nasty ways to deal with her, like assaults and all that...

As long as they can win the game, they don't care how dishonorable the means are.

If this trend continues, the Slytherin team will win this year's championship.

The news was depressing, but not a ten thousandth of what everyone hated about Umbridge.

The attention of the Hogwarts students to the game did not last long, it only lasted until the afternoon of the day.

At five o'clock on Sunday night, as usual, Harry came to Snape's office for private tutoring.

There is really no good news. He broke up with Qiu yesterday. The Gryffindor team just lost the game this morning. Now he has to come to Snape's office to learn Occlumency. This magic can only make He felt the pain, and Snape's thrusting again and again was exhausting his body.

Recently, Harry and Voldemort have been in frequent contact.

He saw too many things he shouldn't see and hear, and he thought it was because Snape made him more tired.

In those damned dreams, Harry knew that Voldemort had received new information from Rookwood, important information about the Department of Mysteries.

He had worked there before, after all, and from him Voldemort knew how to get the thing.

In addition, Harry also knew the cause of Bode's death.

Lucius Malfoy cast the Imperius Curse on him, hoping he would get the prophecy orb.

But he couldn't take it away, because under the protection of ancient magic, only Harry and Voldemort can touch the prophecy ball.

In order to prevent Baldur from revealing the secret, Malfoy finally killed him again.

Voldemort finally knows how to get the prophecy ball, everything is ready, and now he just needs to lure Harry to get it.

Ivan was very satisfied with Harry's information, but Snape was not satisfied at all, very unhappy.

"Stand up, Potter," Snape said.

Harry knelt on the floor of Snape's office, trying to clear his mind.

Just now, he was forced to relive a string of childhood memories that he didn't know he still had, most of which were the humiliation Dudley and his gang had humiliated him in elementary school.

"What was the last memory?" Snape asked.

"I don't know!" said Harry, standing up wearily, finding it increasingly difficult to distinguish the sight from the sound Snape kept eliciting. "Is it the one my cousin wanted me to stand in the toilet?"

"No," Snape said softly, "it's a man kneeling in the middle of a dark room."

"Nothing," said Harry quickly.

Snape's black eyes drilled into Harry's, and Harry blinked and looked away, remembering that eye contact was crucial to Legilimency.

"How did that person and that house get into your head, Potter?" Snape said.

"That..." Harry avoided his gaze, "That was just a dream I had."

"A dream?" Snape said.

There was a moment of silence as Harry stared at a dead frog soaked in purple liquid.

"Do you know what we're doing here, Potter?" Snape whispered ferociously. "Do you know why I give up my time off to do this nasty job?"

"Yes." Harry said stiffly.

"Tell me what we're doing here, Potter."

"Teach me Occlumency," said Harry, staring at a dead eel again.

"Yes, Potter, even if you are stupid, I thought you should have made some progress after such a long course, but you just told me that you had a dream about the Dark Lord, how many more dreams like this do you have? "

Harry stared back at Snape, hated him, and lied, "That's the one!"