v3 Chapter 42： Come, scold one more sentence?

On Saturday morning, William, Hermione, Anne, Cedric and Qiu left the castle.

They were going to visit Hagrid.

But after passing the Quidditch pitch, the five separated, Annie put her arm around Hermione and dragged her to the pitch.

The two held hands. Unknown, they thought they were as close as sisters.

In fact, during the summer vacation, they didn't know how many times they quarreled.

So, girls are really strange creatures, and the relationship is just like that, and they have to hold hands when they walk on the road.

They had to go to the toilet in groups, as if they were afraid of little monsters.

It's really a girl's delusional behavior!

When did you see the boy holding hands while going to the toilet... Tsk tsk, that scene, William didn't even dare to think about it, it was too exciting.

"Why are they both going?" Qiu asked across a meadow, "Aren't you going to see Hagrid?"

"They went to see Gryffindor's training first. Wood started special training early in the morning. Anne took Hermione to check on everyone's strength. She wants to join the team in a few years."

"Ha, Annie is going to join the team too?"

William nodded. "I bought two Nimbus 2001s for Annie and Hermione during the summer vacation, and Annie's studies were pretty good."

"How is the performance of Nimbus 2001?" Qiu asked with concern.

"The fastest speed is a bit faster than the Nimbus 2000, but the start-up time of the two sides is similar, and overall, it is still within an acceptable range." Cedric explained.

"I have all kinds of statistics about Nimbus 2001, I'll show you when I go back."

They played 5v5 brawls in the summer vacation, and specially tested various performances of Nimbus 2001.

Qiu nodded and asked again, "Did Gryffindor have special training so early this year?"

"Yeah, they're holding back, trying to win the Quidditch Cup." William laughed.

"Especially when Lockhart gave the Golden Prisoner Award to Professor McGonagall, she reprimanded Wood for half an hour in the office and gave a death order to make him win the championship."

"Students from other colleges are all stumbling blocks on the road to our defending champions." Qiu held his chin.

"Can we develop Annie into our spy and find out their tactics?" She had another bad idea.

"Don't even think about it, Annie used our tactics this morning." William laughed.

"If Annie is a spy, she will definitely be a double agent. If she can defeat Ravenclaw, she will have a great sense of accomplishment."

"This is troublesome. It seems that our biggest enemy will be Gryffindor. As for the others... they are all stinky fish and rotten shrimp, which is nothing to worry about."

"Hey, you two are going too far." Cedric said dissatisfiedly: "When I don't exist, right? We Hufflepuff three times in the finals are the favorites to win the championship. What kind of stinky fish is Gryffindor? shrimp!"

William and Qiu both laughed.

"Our Gryffindors are the favorites this year, not the same as the stinky fish and rotten shrimps like Hufflepuffs!"

In the locker room of the Quidditch match, Wood waved a towel and cheered everyone loudly.

But no one listened to him. They were all in a drowsy state. They came at four in the morning, and they were very sleepy now.

George's eyes were puffy, his hair was disheveled, and he was sleeping with his head down.

Snoring, teeth grinding, sleep talking... he has all of them!

I have to sigh with emotion: Gryffindor is good at ventriloquism.

Fred went even further. His head fell on Angelina's shoulder, still a little bit, trying desperately to move down. I don't know if it was intentional or not.

Angelina had a smile on her face, but a murderous look in her eyes, ready to burst into flames at any time and slap Fred to make him a stinky rascal.

Harry slept the best, his head resting on the Nimbus 1700 broom, but he didn't seem to have eaten in the morning and kept biting at the wood, making crunching noises.

"Okay, guys, let's start training and test the new tactics I just told you!"

Wood woke everyone up and led them out of the locker room and into the arena.

"Come out." Anne said loudly, who had just walked into the Quidditch arena.

The two walked towards the audience stage, where Ron and Colin were already there.

Colin Creevey, also a first-year little wizard in Gryffindor, and a huge Harry fan, is holding up his camera, taking pictures one after another.

Ron sat alone in the chair and didn't seem to like him very much.

"Why did you just start now?" Hermione asked suspiciously. "Didn't Wood say yesterday that he would take the Gryffindor team to see Hogwarts at four in the morning?"

"Who knows what's going on?" Ron yawned.

"I suspect that Wood took Harry and the others and slept in the dressing room all morning."

These words are purely slandering Wood. Harry and the others did sleep all morning, but Wood didn't sleep. He was always in a state of excitement.

Gryffindor began to warm up, but within minutes, the Slytherin students showed up.

"What's the matter, how did the Slytherin students come?" said Ron. "It's Malfoy!"

Ron seemed to see his enemy, jumped out of the audience, and ran towards the middle of the arena, followed by Anne and Hermione.

"Flint!" Wood yelled at the Slytherin captain, "It's our training time! We got up early! Please, get out!"

"Oh, Wood." Flint said with a smile, "That's not good, I have a note signed by Professor Snape. We need to train new Seekers."

Flint waved a note in his hand deliberately.

"You added a new Seeker?" Wood's attention was diverted, "Where?"

Malfoy, with his two little valet, flashed from behind the six tall team members, a smug smile on his pale pointed face.

"That's right, it's me."

Malfoy stared hard at Harry's eyes, licking his dry lips, his eyes burning hot.

finally,

The distance between him and Potter finally closed!

The two are no longer so far apart, and Malfoy can exchange playing skills with Potter on the grass openly.

During the competition, they can also sweat profusely, chase after me wantonly, and collide with each other on the broom.

Don't worry about hurting each other.

Ron obviously thought of this too. His eyes were gloomy, and he looked at Malfoy's team uniforms jealously.

He also wanted to play ball with Harry!

Flint starts showing off the Nimbus 2001 donated by Malfoy Sr., with seven broomsticks gleaming in the sun.

"Nimbus 1700? Haha, since the goods are eliminated, you should treat the garbage as a treasure." Malfoy said proudly, "Have you never seen such a valuable thing?"

"At least not a single member of the Gryffindor team needs to pay to be on the team" Hermione said tartly, "They came in by their ability. "

Malfoy's smug face turned red, and he said angrily, "No one asked you, you smelly little mudblood."

After this sentence fell, it was like a depth bomb.

Flint had to rush in front of Draco to prevent Fred and George from jumping on him and **** him.

Arya screamed, "How dare you!"

Wood took off his shoes, trying to kill Malfoy.

Ron reached for his wand from under his robe, and Flint hurriedly grabbed his hand.

Annie, who was not noticed, bypassed the crowd, walked quickly to Malfoy, and slapped him hard in the face.

She said in a cold voice:

"Come!

One more scolding,

Give it a try? ! "

Malfoy was stunned and wanted to fight back, but Annie took out a wand faster and pointed it at his chest.

There was a spark from the top of the wand, and the spell could be shot at any time.

Malfoy stepped back in a panic, and Annie was annoyed and chased after him, kicking him hard in the stomach.

Malfoy fell to the ground, covering his face with his left hand and his lower abdomen with his right hand, choking.

"My dad..."

Annie raised her chin and confronted her **** for tat: "What happened to your father, my brother is still William Stark."

"If you dare to let me hear you scold Hermione, it won't be as simple as a slap in the face."

Malfoy was speechless, not knowing what to say.

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