HP Magic Biography

I was lucky, Ginny shrugged. The Snitch was flying very fast. Sambe caught a cold. He sneezed and closed his eyes when he shouldn't. Anyway, once you get back to the team...

Ginny, I got a lifetime ban, Harry said dejectedly.

You were only banned when Umbridge was at school. Ginny corrected him, That's different. Anyway, if you come back, I'll try Chaser, Angelina and Elle West Asia will be graduating next year, and I prefer the feeling of scoring.

Harry looked at Ron, who was hunched over in a corner, staring at his knees, clutching a bottle of Butterbeer.

Angelina still won't let him resign, Ginny said, as if she knew what Harry was thinking. She said she knew he'd be fine.

Harry was delighted with Angelina's confidence in Ron, but also thought it might be better for him to let him go. Ron was overwhelmed when the Slytherins gleefully sang Weasley is our King, and the former was now confident of winning the Quidditch Cup.

Fred and George approached.

I knew he was going to lose energy, Fred said, looking at Ron's bent figure, and I'll remind you that when he misses the fourteenth time... He did an exaggerated puppy slide with his arm water movement.

Oh, I'll save it, huh?

Ron dragged himself off to sleep before long. To respect his feelings, Harry waited a while before going to the dormitory, before Ron had to pretend to be asleep. Sure enough, when Harry finally got back into the room, Ron's snoring was a little louder than it sounded entirely fake.

Harry lay in bed, thinking about the game. From an outsider's point of view, it was a complete failure. Ginny was doing very well, but he knew he could have caught the Snitch sooner if he had come. It bounced around Cork's ankle for a moment, and if Ginny hadn't hesitated, she could have won for Gryffindor.

Umbridge sat just a few rows below Harry and Van Lin and Hermione, and once or twice she turned to look at him, the wide toad's mouth grinning open, perhaps in what she thought to be a kind of contented gesture. laugh.

Harry lay in the dark, enraged by the memory. After a few minutes, however, he remembered that he had to clear all his emotions before bed, as Snape reminded him after each Occlumency class.

Harry tried, but the thought of Snape only deepened his resentment towards Umbridge, and he found his thoughts focused on how much he hated the two men.

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

It was even harder for Harry to fall asleep. His body was tired, but his mind couldn't rest. He dreamed that Neville and Professor Sprout were waltzing outside the interrogation room while Professor McGonagall was playing the bagpipes.

Seeing their happy faces, he decides to go find the other D.A members. But when he left the room he found that the wall in front of him was not a tapestry of Barabas the Barmy, but a torch on a stand.

Harry turned his head slowly to the left, and there, 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. Walking in front of it, he was excited to see a fiery pale blue light on his right hand, the door was open, he reached out and pushed it open...

Ron let out a loud, real snore, and Harry woke up suddenly to find 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 still had a burning curiosity to know what was behind it. He couldn't help blaming Ron a little for the interruption, if only he could get his snoring under control.

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

Crystal ball?

Harry muttered something, then turned to look at Fan Lin's bed.

The familiar blue light was still on, which seemed to reassure Harry. Since what happened to Mr. Weasley, every time Harry wakes up at night, he has to take a look at Fanlin's bed to make sure he is still in Huobi. Gwarz.

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

Hermione wasn't the only one eager to see the Daily Prophet: there was hardly anyone who wasn't eager to hear about the fleeing Death Eaters, who had still not been caught despite various sighting reports.

Hermione gave the owl something to eat, and immediately opened the newspaper. Fan Lin unhurriedly looked at his magic book, while holding his sandwich on the other side.

Harry was drinking orange juice, and since he only got mail once all year, when an owl slammed something at him, he figured it must have been delivered by mistake.

Who are you looking for? Harry feebly removed the orange juice from under the bird's beak, and turned sideways to look at the recipient's name and address: Harry Potter in the Hogwarts school hall just as he frowned When it was time to take down the letter, three, four, five or even more owls flew down with flapping wings, crowded the place, stepped on the butter and salt dish, and wanted Harry to be the first to see what he had brought. letter.

What's going on? Ron asked in surprise. The whole Gryffindor table leaned closer, and a seventh owl flew down, screeching and flapping its wings.

Harry! gasped Hermione, reaching into the pile of feathers and pulling out the long, round bundle of a long-eared owl, I think I know what that means first look at this! ’ She opened the package, and out rolled out a tightly rolled March issue of Wizards Weekly.

He opened it and saw his own face smiling shyly at him on the cover. The screen is full of big red words, which read: Restate the truth about the mysterious man I saw and the night he returned.

Great, isn't it? Luna cried, running to the Gryffindor table, squeezing in between Fred and George. It came out yesterday, and I asked Dad to send you a copy for free. That's all I was looking forward to. She waved to the owls flying around the table in front of Harry.

Letters from readers. Fan Lin said calmly. He has experienced a lot after the Quidditch World Cup.

That's what I thought, said Hermione eagerly, Harry, do you mind us?

Look, Harry said dumbly.

Hermione and Luna each tore open a letter.

It's from a guy who thinks you're an unshakable person, said Ron, glancing at his letter roughly.

This woman recommended that you go to St. Mungo's for a good spell-fighting course, said Hermione, a little disappointed.

That's a good one, said Harry slowly, scanning a letter from a witch who lived in Paisley. Hey, she said she believed me!

And this... Fan Lin glanced at the address, A French wizard, she also expressed her trust in you, maybe we can still see Fu Rong's happiness.

Oh, that's not very plausible, said Fred, who enthusiastically joined in the opening of the letter.

This guy says you're not a bum, but he really can't believe You-Know-Who is back, so he doesn't know what to do now. Geez, what a waste of parchment.

Another person who believes in you, Harry! said Hermione excitedly. I have read your story and concluded that the Daily Prophet has treated you unfairly, and even though I am reluctant to believe that You-Know-Who has really returned, I still think what you say is true. Wow, awesome!

One more person thinks you're rambling, said Ron, crumpling a letter and throwing it over his shoulder. But this one, she said you converted her, she now thinks you're a hero and she put up a picture, wow!

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