Chapter 934

"I'm lucky," Ginny shrugged. "Snitch flies so fast that sambe just caught a cold. He sneezes and closes his eyes when he shouldn't be. Anyway, once you get back on the team... "

"Ginny, I got a life ban." Harry said in dismay.

"You were only banned when Umbridge was in school." Ginny corrected him. "That's different. Anyway, if you come back, I'll try the chaser. Angelina and Alicia are going to graduate next year, and I prefer to score

Harry looked at Ron, hunched in the corner, staring at his knees and holding a bottle of buttered beer in his hand.

"Angelina still won't let him quit," Ginny said, as if knowing Harry's mind. "She said she knew he would be OK."

Harry is happy with Angelina's confidence in Ron, but also thinks it might be better for him to leave the team. When Slytherin was happy to sing "Weasley is our king," Ron was at a loss, and the former is now confident of winning the Quidditch cup.

Fred and George came up.

"I knew he would be listless," Fred said, looking at Ron's curving figure. "I want to remind you that when he misses for the fourteenth time..." He exaggerates with his arm a little dog water skiing.

"- Oh, I'll save it, won't I?"

Ron soon dragged himself to bed. In order to respect his feelings, Harry waited for a while before he would have to pretend to be asleep. To be sure, when Harry finally returned to the room, Ron's voice was so much louder that it sounded completely false.

Harry lay in bed thinking about the game. From an onlooker's point of view, this is a complete failure. Ginny's performance is very good, but he knows that if he comes, he can catch the snitch earlier. It once fluttered around Kirk's ankle for a while, and if Ginny didn't hesitate, she could win for Gryffindor.

Umbridge was sitting in the rows below Harry and van Lin and Hermione, and once or twice she turned to look at him, and the wide Toad's mouth was wide open, perhaps she thought it was a satisfied smile.

Harry lay in the dark, infuriated by the memory. A few minutes later, however, he remembered that he had to clear his emotions before going to bed, as Snape reminded him after every brain block class.

Harry tried to do it, but the thought of Snape deepened his resentment against Umbridge, and he found that his thoughts had focused on how much he hated the two men.

Slowly, Ron's snoring disappeared, replaced by deep, slow breathing.

It was even harder for Harry to fall asleep. His body was very tired, but his mind could not rest. He dreamed that Neville and Professor sprout were waltzing outside the inquiry room, while Professor McGonagall was playing the bagpipe.

He looked at their happy look and decided to go to the other D.A. members. But when he left the classroom, he found that the wall in front of him was not Barab the Barry's tapestry, but a torch stuck in a bracket.

Harry slowly turned his head to the left, where, at the end of the long windowless passage, was a dark door. He walked towards it, excited. He had a strange feeling that this time he would be lucky enough to open it. He walked in front of it, excitedly found that there was a blazing pale blue light on his right hand. The door was open. He held out his hand and pushed it open

Ron let out a loud, real snore. Harry suddenly woke up and found his right hand stretched out into the darkness ahead, as if to open a door a hundred miles away.

With a sense of loss and guilt, he put his hand down. He knew he couldn't see the door, but he was still curious about what was behind it. He can't help but blame Ron for interrupting, if only he could control his snoring.

But Harry didn't tell anyone about it, because it was so absurd that he couldn't believe it was what Voldemort wanted him to see.

Crystal ball?

Harry mumbled, then turned to look at Van Lin's bed.

The familiar blue light still did not go out, which seemed to reassure Harry that since Mr. Weasley had happened, Harry would have to look at the van Linden bed every night to make sure he was still well at Hogwarts.

When the owl came to deliver the letter on Monday morning, they just went into the hall to have breakfast.

Hermione is not the only one eager to see the Daily Prophet: few are anxious to hear about the runaway death eaters, who have not been caught despite eyewitness reports.

Hermione gives the owl something to eat and opens the newspaper immediately. Fanlin is not anxious to look at his magic book, and the other side with his own sandwich.

Harry was drinking orange juice, and since he had only received a letter once a year, when an owl slammed something at him, he thought it must have been sent the wrong way.

"Who are you looking for?" Harry weakly moved the orange juice from under the bird's beak and leaned over to read the recipient's name and address: Harry Potter in the hall of Hogwarts School was frowning to take the letter down. Three, four, five or more owls fluttered down, crowding their places, stepping on butter and salt plates, hoping to let Harry read his letter first 。"What's going on?" Ron asked in surprise. The whole griffindo table leaned over, and the seventh owl flew down, shrieking and flapping its wings.

"Harry!" Gasping, Hermione reached into the pile of feathers and pulled out a long, round package from a long eared owl. "I think I know what that means - look at this first!" She opened the package and rolled out of it a tightly packed March wizard weekly.

He opened it and saw his face on the cover smiling shyly at him. The picture was full of big red characters, which read: declare once again the truth about the mysterious man I saw and the night he came back.

"Great, isn't it?" Cried Luna, running to Gryffindor's table and squeezing between Fred and George. "It was published yesterday. I asked Dad to send you a copy for free. That's what I'm looking forward to - "she waved to the owl flying around the table in front of Harry.

"Letters from readers." Van Lim is not cold, said, after the Quidditch World Cup, he can experience a lot.

"That's what I think," said Hermione eagerly, Harry. Do you mind if we - "

" you see, "Harry said blankly.

Hermione and everyone opened the letter.

"It's written by a guy who thinks you're an unshakable person." Said Ron, looking at his letter roughly.

"This woman recommends that you go to St. Mungo's Hospital and try a good fight spell course." Hermione said, a little disappointed.

"That's good," Harry said slowly, browsing through a letter from a witch living in Paisley. "Hey, she said she believed me!"

"And this one..." Fanlin took a look at the address, "a French wizard, she also said that she believed you, maybe we can see the happiness of Hibiscus."

"Oh, it's not very reliable." Fred said he also enthusiastically joined in the opening of the letter.

"The man said you're not a babbling man, but he really can't believe that the mysterious man is back, so he doesn't know what to do now. Oh, what a waste of parchment. "

"Another one who believes in you, Harry!" Said Hermione excitedly. "I have read your story and have come to the conclusion that the Daily Prophet has treated you unfairly. Although I am reluctant to believe that the mysterious man is really back, I still think what you said is true. Wow, that's great

"There's another person who thinks you're talking nonsense," said Ron, crumpling a letter and throwing it over his shoulder. "But this one, she said you made her change her faith, and now she thinks you're a hero - and she put in a picture, too - wow!"

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