Rebirth of the Harry Potter

Chapter 439 Greeting with Avada Kedavra

"What's going on, why are you dawdling? It can't be that your level is too bad to dare to perform in front of us."

"Who is that? Goalkeeper, your head is going to be buried in your clothes." Someone laughed harshly, mocking Ron for his inappropriate clothes.

"Hey, Johnson, what's up with that hairstyle of yours?" a Slytherin girl shrieked from below, "how can anyone want to look like they have earthworms coming out of their heads? "

Angelina shook back the long braids in front of her face, and said calmly: "Don't pay attention to them, we will see who is laughing after the game with them, let's spread out now and see How are we doing."

With a Quaffle under her arm, she flew around them, then slowed to a stop in front of her mid-air team.

The Seeker turned away from the others and came to the other end of the field.

Ron stepped back towards the opposite goal.

Angelina raised the Quaffle with one hand and hurled it hard at a batsman who passed to another batsman and then to the Seeker.

The Seeker made a smooth serve, but Ron, who was a little nervous, didn't catch it.

As a result, Slytherin began to play traditional arts again.

The Slytherins, led by their captain, Monta, laughed and cajoled.

Ron dashed to the ground to catch the Quaffle before it hit the ground.

He was sloppy as he stopped the dive, almost slipping off the broom, and then rose back up to pass height with a flushed face.

Gryffindor's two batsmen had sore cheeks.

"Go on, Ron," Angelina said, as if nothing had happened.

Ron threw the Quaffle to Arya, who tossed it to Seeker, who tossed it to…

The ball flew through the air and passed to Angelina, who passed it back to Ron.

Ron didn't expect to pass it to himself, but he rushed to catch the ball, but unfortunately missed it by a few centimeters.

"Come on, Ron," Angelina said angrily as Ron swooped down to the ground again to chase the Quaffle.

"Be careful!"

When Ron rose to pass height again, it was hard to tell whether his face or the Quaffle was more red.

There was another burst of laughter from the Slytherin players and classmates.

On the third time, Ron caught the Quaffle. Maybe it was because of the relief that he was so excited when he passed the ball, the ball flew directly over the Chaser's hands and hit the Chaser in the face.

"I'm sorry!" Ron moaned, whizzing over to see if his teammates were seriously hurt.

"Go back to the original position, he's fine!" Angelina almost shouted, "But you're passing the ball to a teammate, and your goal is not his face, so don't even think about knocking him off the broom, okay? There is a Bludger to do it!"

The Chaser's nose was bleeding from the blow.

The Slytherins below stomped and laughed.

Malfoy, whose platinum hair was not messed up, sat quietly at the end, watching the gloating smiles on the faces of the people around him, and frowning.

"Is it that funny? Seeing them like this reminds me of my past." Malfoy asked.

Pansy said, "But it's funny, don't you think?"

Looking at the messy situation in the sky, Malfoy was silent for a while and said, "It's not that it's not funny."

"If they only have this level, then they don't even think about winning the championship this year."

...

A batsman approached the player who had been injured by Ron.

A spell was used that temporarily stopped the bleeding from his nose.

"Okay," said Angelina, "batters, get your bats and a Bludger. Ron, get to the goalposts. And the Snitch, as soon as I order , let the Snitch out. We're going to attack Ron's goal and treat it like a normal game."

After taking the golden snitch, he returned to the sky.

As soon as Angelina blew the whistle, the Seeker let go of the Snitch, and the two hitters let go and let the Bludger fly.

The warm autumn wind was blowing on the faces of the Gryffindors, and the shouts of the Slytherins in the distance echoed in their ears, but they no longer made any sense...

But after a while, the whistle blew.

"Stop - stop - stop!" Angelina screamed, "Ron - did you forget that you're defending three rings!"

I saw Ron hovering in front of the ring on the left, and the other two rings were completely unguarded.

"Oh... sorry..." Ron muttered.

"You have to keep moving around while watching the Chaser!" Angelina said, "Either stay in the middle and move when you have to defend a circle, or go around three circles Hovering, don't move to the side inexplicably, that's how the three balls leaked in just now!"

"I'm sorry..." Ron said again, his face glowing red like a beacon tower against the blue sky.

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The last thing that sent the Gryffindor Quidditch team back to the castle was the happy singing of "Gryffindor is lost" by the Slytherins.

"It's just horrible," said Harry.

"It's a good thing I don't have any ideas about Quidditch, or I'd be so mad."

Hermione also deeply felt that this year's Gryffindor Quidditch team was too bad.

But she wasn't as indifferent to everything as Harry was, and she hoped that would change.

She looked at Harry and said: "I read this sentence in a philosophy book: If you think the people around you are not moral, then help them, if you think the Quidditch team is too weak, then build It, rather than just complaining."

"If you can join Quidditch, perhaps, there may be a turning point."

Harry looked at Hermione, and said with a serious tone: "Hermione, if someone dares to say such a thing in front of you, don't think about other things, just call Avada Kedavra directly, because he must be You treat it like a fool."

Hermione: "..."

…………

night.

"We really should try to get as much homework done as possible," Hermione said.

She had just finished Professor McGonagall's long dissertation on non-animal summoning spells.

Began to grieve over Professor Sinista's equally difficult and equally long dissertation on the many moons of Jupiter.

Harry looked over to Astoria, where she was sitting chatting happily with Cutie.

Qiu Zhang sat in front of the fire, Crookshanks curled up at her feet, two knitting needles dangling in front of her, weaving back and forth, knitting a pair of weird-looking elf socks-this is what Hermione asked her to give. The house elves who join the club prepare some benefits.

Harry had a strange feeling that Astoria and Zhang Qiu seemed a little unhappy today.

Is it an illusion?

It's an illusion.

The sky outside the window was getting darker and darker. Gradually, the people in the living room of Harry's cabin decreased one by one.

At eleven-thirty, Hermione came up to Harry, yawning.

"Have you finished writing?"

"No. "

"Then I'll go to bed first."

"Ok."

Half an hour later, Harry walked to the door of the bedroom, and was shocked to find that he was locked outside.

"I can't figure it out, I can't figure it out."

Harry shook his head and pushed open the other door.