Chapter 421：

Looking blankly, what caught my eye was the fluorescence of luminous crystals everywhere. The giant dragon was either lying down or retracting its wings.

At least a thousand giant dragons.

Those fluorescent lights are like fireflies all over the sky, all over the valley.

The sky without dark clouds is full of stars.

John looked at Luna's intoxication with the beautiful scenery under the starry sky, and he smiled tenderly and dotingly.

Fluorescence and starlight left traces on that beautiful face.

Ginny suddenly felt that it would be great if John was her brother.

He will never come over and yell at him because of how many boyfriends he has.

…

the next day.

Harry had a strange dream.

In the dream, Ron chased him with the batter's bat.

But soon, he would rather the Ron in the dream came out to replace the real Ron.

Ron was sullen to Ginny and Dean, and he was also stern to Hermione, mocking and sarcastic, leaving Hermione puzzled and aggrieved.

Ron became as irritable as a Blast-Ended Skrewt overnight.

Harry couldn't deal with him, so in order to ease the atmosphere, he took the initiative to say hello to Ginny.

Originally, Harry thought that Ginny would be in a bad mood, but Ginny didn't seem to be affected.

But facing his brother Ron, he still snorted and walked away.

Poor training and Ron's bad temper made Harry confused.

Even Hermione was very angry by Ron's inexplicable temper and went back to sleep.

Ron angrily scolded several first-year students who were staring at him, scaring them to death.

Then he walked back to the boys' dormitory with his head held high.

Harry felt a little tired and just hoped that Ron wouldn't be like this during training.

Another night has passed.

What he hoped for didn't happen, and Ron's temper became even more violent.

The technology plummeted even further, and he was yelling at everyone.

McLaggen scolded him directly, and the two almost started fighting.

Demelza was angry and cried.

Batter Perks even held the heavy bat to vent his anger on Demelza.

Harry didn't even know if it was a good or bad thing for him to let Ron join the team.

But he had no choice, because the game was coming and he didn't have time to find another player.

He and Ron had talked about losing their temper. If they couldn't get along well, then he would have no choice but to kick Ron.

As a result, Ron broke the pot and was about to quit.

Now I couldn't get Harry to do anything, so I had to stabilize him.

Tomorrow was the game, and he just hoped that something could happen to Slytherin so that this fragmented team could have a chance to survive.

Otherwise, the current team would be seeking death against Slytherin.

The arrogant goalkeeper McLagan and the irascible chaser Ron.

While Harry was eating, he was thinking about how to get Ron back to the state he was in last semester.

Harry even wanted to use provocation to get Ron into that explosive state of unwillingness to admit defeat.

But it didn't work. The premise of provocation was that the person had fighting spirit, and Ron just lay down.

At night, Harry lay there for a long time.

Like a bolt of lightning struck down in the dark night, an idea flashed in his mind.

…

The next morning, there was a match against Slytherin today.

The Gryffindor table was ablaze with red and gold. When Harry and Ron came over, the students cheered enthusiastically.

Ron still looked depressed.

"Tea?" Harry asked Ron, "Coffee? Pumpkin juice?"

"Whatever." Ron frowned and took a bite of bread depressedly.

Hermione walked straight over without sitting down here.

She was also fed up with Ron's weird and prickly temper.

But she paused as she passed by, "How do you two feel?"

Harry was busy handing a glass of pumpkin juice to Ron, "Here, Ron, drink it."

"Don't drink, Ron!" Hermione shouted suddenly.

Ron's movement to drink stopped, and he and Harry looked up at Hermione.

"Why?" said Ron, who had calmed down a bit.

Hermione stared at Harry blankly, unable to believe her eyes, "You just put something in that drink."

Harry pretended to be confused: "What did you say?"

"I saw it all," Hermione's eyes widened, "You just poured something into Ron's drink, and now you're still holding the bottle in your hand!"

"I don't understand what you are saying." Harry continued to pretend to be confused, and at the same time deliberately let Ron see him stuffing the bottle into his pocket.

Hermione couldn't believe that her friend was going to cheat. She warned Ron: "Ron, I'm warning you, don't drink!"

But Ron thought of Harry's actions and understood something. He quickly picked up the cup and drank it all in one gulp, and then said: "Stop telling me what to do, Hermione."

Hermione was shocked and angry. She whispered to Harry: "I can't believe you would do this. It is illegal to use Felixir in Quidditch!"

Harry continued to pretend not to understand.

The time was almost up, and the Gryffindor team strode towards the stadium.

"It's really lucky that the weather is so nice, isn't it?" Harry asked Ron.

"Yes." Ron still looked depressed, as if he was very weak.

Just then, Ginny ran over and shouted: "You will never believe what happened, Draco Malfoy called in sick!"

Not to mention Ron, even Harry was in disbelief: "He is sick? What disease?"

Ginny snorted and said happily: "It seems that I hit my neck. I guess it was Daphne Greengrass who did it."

Well, Malfoy was caught by Daphne yesterday on a date with Astoria, and ended up being hung up.

Ron thought of something, and his eyes gradually glowed.

"We are so lucky, I didn't expect it, hey!" He wanted to confirm, and whispered to Harry: "Do you have my glass of pumpkin juice..."

Harry just raised his eyebrows and said the game was about to start.

This made Ron very excited.

This is true even for the Gryffindor team. Malfoy is the seeker and captain of Slytherin.

Without Malfoy, there is no backbone.

They were so excited that they didn't even want to find out who Slytherin's new Seeker was.

Put on your team uniform in the locker room and walk out with high morale.

In the auditorium, the students were clearly differentiated. The red and golden sea of ​​people cheered, but the green and silver sea of ​​people on the other side were very quiet.

Thinking that he had heard the news, the corners of Harry's mouth rose.

Until his eyes swept across Luna in the Ravenclaw crowd.

Instead of wearing a big lion, she held a scarf with a snake's head and tail in both hands.

Ron suppressed his voice and said excitedly: "I'm so lucky today."

At this time, the Slytherin team came out.

They were delayed a moment ago, so they were slower.

The moment they appeared, the crowd quietly erupted.

When the first person walks out of the channel.

"Cheers for our king!" Blaise Zabini shouted to the sky.

The Slytherin student raised his wand, and green smoke rushed over the field.

Gathered into the symbol of Slytherin, turned into an emerald snake, spitting out the letter towards Gryffindor and hissing.

"For glory!"

The uniform voice drowned out the cheers of the audience.

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Chapter 446 The sense of oppression belonging to Slytherin

Lucky day?

No!

This is the most unlucky day.

When the pressure that overwhelmed the entire audience appeared, Gryffindor's hands and feet became cold.

A man slowly walked out of the locker room passage, his body seemed to be torn out of the shadows.

Black hair, brown eyes.

That indifferent look only appears on high platforms.

The shadow reluctantly left, wearing the green uniform on his body, like a royal robe upon ascending to the throne.

The Firebolt broom in his hand is the supreme scepter.

Even just showing up would bring the morale of Slytherin to its peak.

The focus of the entire audience is focused on one person, and not even Harry Potter can **** it away.

John Wick.

"No! How could it be him!" Ron, who just said he was so lucky, couldn't stand it anymore.

Yes, how could it be him.

O king who sits high on the throne, why do you walk down into the mire to be with your subjects?

John said that if Malfoy hadn't been hit by Daphne and almost broke his neck, he wouldn't have played.

It can only be said that Daphne finally realized that Malfoy could not withstand the curse.

So I can only temporarily act as a seeker.

The only people who allowed Slytherin to fly firebolts were John and Malfoy.

As for tactics?

Just push the Trident tactic flat.

As long as John is on the field, it is enough to increase the morale of Slytherin players by +100 and intimidate the enemy by +10,000.

Asking for the psychological shadow of Gryffindor at this moment.

John walked towards Ms. Hooch and looked at Harry opposite.