[HP] Seven Nights Talk

Harry wasn't the only one who was stunned.In fact, everyone is staring at the field.What the people in the audience saw was basically this: Harry's broom suddenly went crazy, causing him to accidentally fall off, but was suddenly caught by something when he was fast approaching the ground.The Gryffindor and Slytherin players basically saw Jinsi, and all of them opened their mouths.

What is this thing?A new kind of Quidditch protection product?

Hanging in mid-air, Harry looked up at his broom and down at the auditorium, feeling that something was wrong. "I feel like you're going to be checked again," he said in his head, almost a murmur.

"With the first time, it's not bad for the second time." Voldemort's tone was the same as usual. "Are you going up or down?"

If the first time Harry felt that Voldemort was to blame, now he only regrets his negligence.He felt it was mostly his responsibility, and if he'd known Dobby would do it anyway, it wouldn't have happened. "Go on, wait until the game is over." He replied, thinking that if he was going to be discovered sooner or later, it would be better to win the game first.Thinking of this, he reached for his wand, trying to get himself up.But before he managed to touch his wand, the scene flickered again, and he sat back on the broom.

Harry knew he had been thrown up by Voldemort, but to the others it looked like the unknown gadget had worked its magic again. "You..." He was about to say something, but was interrupted immediately.

"Don't make me repeat what I just said." Voldemort said lightly. "But I suggest you win quickly." His voice sank, with teeth gnashing, as if someone on the ground was waiting for him to solve it.

Harry realized, belatedly, that Voldemort was actually angry.Of course, no one who dared to ignore his threats has yet appeared.The Defense Against the Dark Arts teacher at Hogwarts is a typical example, and Harry now only hopes that Dobby will never come to Hogwarts, otherwise the end may be very miserable.

"Are you all right, Harry?" Wood flew over.He just thought that Harry was definitely going to fall, and he stopped breathing.But Harry was miraculously back on the broom again, so he called a timeout and came over to check. "Is there something wrong with the broom? Do you want to go down and check?"

"No, it was just an accident." Harry settled down.He knew now that there was no way Dobby would drop him a second time.

The rest of the team flew over, surrounded Harry, and you joined in on the conversation.

"Don't force it, Harry," Angelina said, with a worried look on her face, "Safety first."

"Yeah," Fred chimed in, "we can take a break." Then he rolled his eyes and asked, "What was that just now? It looks very practical?"

Harry knew he would ask this question, and felt that he would have to face more questions like this after the game, after all, there were basically no such sensitive protective items in Quidditch matches. "I'm really fine," he affirmed with emphasis, and then added: "Let's talk about other things after the game."

Wood glanced at him several times, as if to make sure that he was sane, and finally nodded and said: "That's fine. But if there is something wrong, you must speak up in time."

Harry quickly agreed.And he felt that if they stopped in mid-air like this again, the Slytherin players could stare him out of a hole.Judging by the look of envy and envy in their eyes, they obviously think that something that can save you before you fall to your death - no matter how big or what it looks like - is definitely a coveted treasure.

In view of this inference, Harry decisively swallowed his question about the gold thread, and began to focus on finding the Snitch.The ring deforming is one issue, but there are other issues to be addressed before that, such as explaining where he got a ring that catches him in mid-air.

After this accident, Harry took some precautions, but the broom was fine.He guessed that Voldemort might have used magic, but he didn't realize it.

It was an odd guess, Harry thought.Was it because Voldemort had just rescued him on the broom that had gone mad that he had this association?But without other distractions, Malfoy was again far away from being a competent Seeker, and he caught the Snitch in the next 10 minutes.

The Gryffindor players landed in a huddle, and Harry's shoulders were slapped sorely.

"Well done, Harry!" said Wood enthusiastically. "Didn't expect you to win so quickly under such an accident - Gryffindor is counting on you!"

"Oh, come on, Oliver, aren't we all invisible?" George said in a pretended mournful tone, but with the same smile on his face: "But this fully shows that some people's skills are really poor , even with a better broom, you can't win the race!"

"That's right!" Fred agreed.

The Slytherin team just fell from the sky, and everyone's faces were gloomy upon hearing this.But the twin brothers didn't look at them when they said this, as if neither of them meant anything.Malfoy's face was particularly ugly, but he was in a bad mood after losing the game. He didn't want to see Gryffindor at all, so he turned around and left with his broom.

The Gryffindors all felt very proud.Seeing that the opponent left, a group of people began to discuss the game excitedly.But the most eye-catching thing in this game is obviously not who hit or caught a good shot, but what saved Harry. "Aren't you going to take it out to open our eyes?"

Not only the team members said so, but also the spectators squeezed from the stands.Harry's scalp was numb, and he felt that if he did get the ring out for everyone to touch, Voldemort could strangle him right now without waiting until night.Just as he was thinking of finding a reason to deal with the past first, the reason fell from the sky.

"Mr. Potter, come with me to the office." Professor McGonagall also came down from the teacher's seat and called across the crowd.

"Okay, Professor." Harry was glad the crowd made way for him immediately.He could roughly guess what Professor McGonagall was up to, but it was easier to deal with than many people.

The two went up the hill, entered the gate of the castle, and followed the corridors and stairs to Professor McGonagall's office.

"Sit." Professor McGonagall sat behind the desk and pulled a chair for Harry.She watched Harry sit down before continuing, "How do you feel?"

Harry wasn't sure what the prelude to this was. "It's okay, just a false alarm."

Professor McGonagall's eyes fell on the broom he had left on the floor. "It's okay?" She repeated, her tone was a little harsh: "Really?"

"Okay, although I was scared just now." Harry assured.Then he realized the reason why the other party asked him this question-he was acting too calmly now, not at all like a second-year student who survived a disaster. "Do you know what happened to that just now?" he added hastily, trying to look puzzled. "I've never had any problems with my broom!"

Professor McGonagall apparently thought this was normal behavior. "That's exactly what I'm going to say." She folded her hands in front of her face, "While I'm glad you've done us Gryffindors the honor, I regret to tell you that you may There is no way to participate in the team's training properly."

Harry was genuinely taken aback and thought he'd been fired. "No, today was just an accident!" He said fiercely, "I will behave well!"

"I think you probably misunderstood." Professor McGonagall's face softened a little. "I'm not saying you're not doing well, it's just this broom, I'll have to stay and check and that might take a while."

"Oh, oh." Harry was a little embarrassed. He realized that he had misunderstood what Professor McGonagall meant because he was too nervous just now. "Okay—oh, I mean, I can borrow a Meteor from Mrs. Hooch for training." There was nothing wrong with the broom, and he was sure whoever came to check would be all right.

"That's fine," said Professor McGonagall, "but it's just one of those things (Harry's heart goes up again). May I have a look at that ring that saved you just now?"

Harry's nerves tensed.He thought that most of the people in the auditorium didn't see the situation clearly, but this obviously didn't include their dean.But can he take it out?Even if Voldemort didn't reveal his secrets, the ring still had the Deathly Hallows logo on it!As long as Professor McGonagall sees it, or Professor Dumbledore also assists in the inspection, he will definitely think that something is wrong!

"If you hesitate any longer, you will be exposed." Voldemort's voice suddenly rang in his mind. "Give it to her, quickly."

Harry asked back in disbelief. "Is what you said true?" He felt that the possibility of revealing this matter was too great, could it be wrong?

"Yes, but no problem," Voldemort urged him. "If you don't give it to her, it will be revealed faster."

Harry raised his eyes and met Professor McGonagall's gaze, knowing that Voldemort was telling the truth. "...Okay." He reluctantly responded, and then put his hand into his pocket.But he was shocked almost instantly, almost unable to control his expression.

Wait, why are there two rings?