HP through the autumn

With Quidditch season approaching, Harry slowly forgot about finding a chance to be naked.

Rain or shine, Gryffindor captain Angelina takes the players to practice every day.Harry would often run into the hall dragging his wet broom, leaving Filch behind them angrily complaining that the hall had been soiled again by them.

"There's mud and water everywhere! On the ground I just mopped up. When I catch you, I'll lock you up!"

The atmosphere between Gryffindor and Slytherin became tense again. Harry had complained angrily to Cho that Snape insisted that Alicia Spinnet, whose eyebrows grew to cover her eyes and mouth, used the Hair Growth Curse herself. , and refused to listen to the testimony of fourteen eyewitnesses.They had seen Slytherin Keeper Miles Bledge cast a spell on her from behind in the library.

"It's really unlucky to have such a teacher." Qiu shook his head, "It's been unlucky for eight lifetimes. No wonder no one likes them. Such a dean has already drawn enough hatred."

What academy doesn't support its team to win?If the players lost the game because they were plotted by the Slytherin people before the game, no one can continue to be friendly to Slytherin.

"I'm worried about Ron right now," Harry sighed. "He's terrified by the Slytherin threats, not to mention they made up a song - Weasley is Our King."

"Maybe Hermione can cheer him up? Just make Ron forget about being nervous." She was expecting Hermione to give Ron a lucky kiss.

"I'm afraid it would make it worse if he played with Hermione on his mind," said Harry.

No matter how worried Harry was about Ron's improvisation, the game came on as scheduled.

Roger told Laurie a week in advance to take Qiu to watch the game, because they will compete with these two teams in the second year.

"Roger said that both Gryffindor and Slytherin have new players this year. We need to check their level and see how well they cooperate." Laurie watched Qiu toss her potion, and relayed Luo According to the information Jie inquired, "Gryffindor has changed the goalkeeper, the Weasley who has a good relationship with Harry, and Slytherin has changed two batsmen, Crabbe and Goyle."

"Crabbe and Goyle? I think giving each of them two broomsticks would take their size to the sky."

Laurie: "Derek and Pol weren't much better in previous years."

Cho: "Yeah, Derek tried to hit the Bludger at me and nearly threw himself off with a swing of the bat."

"The Weasley? The one called Ron, I think. How's his level?" Laurie was more concerned about Gryffindor's new keeper.

"It's very unstable," Qiu said. "It's great when it's good, but it's all over when it's nervous."

With Malfoy, who had been entangled with Harry and the others for five years, Slytherin obviously understood Ron's weaknesses.

Laurie and Cho sat in the stands, listening to the Slytherin's "That little Weasley fool, he can't block a ball..."

"It's the first time in six years that I've seen this tactic." Laurie looked at the silver and green sea of ​​Slytherins on the other side.

"I'm not surprised that the people of Slytherin do anything, after all, their headmaster is here." Qiu said harshly.

Laurie: "You have a lot of opinions on Professor Snape recently? I remember you had a quarrel last year, didn't you?"

Qiu: "I just can't understand teachers who are partial to such a degree. Some students in their college are so bad that he still wants to protect them, as if they can do whatever they can to win. When we competed with Slytherin before, they were against We've done it before, and he never punished them."

She wanted to quarrel with Snape again now, but since the conflict last year, he treated her like air and turned a blind eye to her.

Their conversation didn't last long, and both were distracted by the intense competition.

Ron seemed really taken aback by the Slytherin singing, and he conceded four goals in a row, causing the Slytherin cheerleaders to get louder and louder, and the singing resounded through the hall.

"Weasley was born in the dustbin, he always put the ball in the goal, Weasley made me win this..."

Fortunately, Angelina's score finally boosted Gryffindor's morale.

Luna donned a hilarious lion head hat and roared to the cheers of Gryffindor.

Harry was still looking for the humble Snitch over everyone's heads.

Suddenly Harry and Malfoy rushed to the other side of the stands at the same time, and Cho watched them both with bated breath.At first Malfoy was in front of Harry, but soon Harry's Firebolt passed him, and he let go of the broom with his right hand and clawed forward, with Malfoy's arm stretched out.

Cho raised his binoculars to look at them, Gryffindor cheers erupted, and Harry caught the Snitch.

As soon as Cho breathed a sigh of relief, he saw Crabbe raise his bat and hit a Bludger.

"No!" she screamed.

The Bludger hit Harry well, knocking him off his broom and onto the ground.

There was an uproar in the stands, mixed with boos, jeers and angry shouts.

She left Laurie and ran down the stands.

As if the situation wasn't messy enough, she had just walked among the Gryffindor players when she heard Malfoy say "You remember the smell of your mother's house, the Weasleys' pigsty reminds you of..."

Before he finished speaking, he was thrown to the ground by George and Harry who rushed over and beat him up.

It was the first time she had seen Harry fight someone else.He didn't use a wand, and just punched Malfoy in the stomach with his fist, very Muggle and brutal.

The way her boyfriend fights is also very handsome... She was a little dazed.

Girls' screams, Malfoy's screams, George's cursing and whistling made the place chaotic until Mrs. Hooch came rushing in and separated them with barriers.

Malfoy was howling on the ground, his nose was bleeding, and Qiu felt at ease watching, she just couldn't understand this uneducated bastard, obviously the curse that prevented him from saying "Mudblood" hadn't given him enough Lessons, teach him what to say and what not to say.

She felt her wand hand start to move, but Mrs. Hooch, who was nearby, made it impossible for her to do anything.

Behind Mrs Hooch, Crabbe was smiling smugly, clearly proud of his last shot.

When she got back, she would flip through the book to see what suitable spells were in the book "Curses and Anti-Curses"!

"I've never seen such behaviour. . . Go back to the castle, you two, straight to the Dean's office, hurry!" said Mrs. Hooch.

Harry and George left the field, and Cho followed, not forgetting that Harry had been dropped by the Bludger.

"How are you feeling now, Harry? Is it badly hurt?" She scanned Harry, head to toe, and saw that his knuckles were bruised.

"Not too badly," answered Harry, panting. "I was only five or six feet off the ground."

Professor McGonagall came from behind them with a livid face, and took off Gryffindor's scarf with trembling hands.

"I'll wait for you at the door of the office." She picked up the wand and helped him heal the wound on his hand first. "Come with me to the medical wing in a while."

Harry nodded, touched her face lightly, and walked into Professor McGonagall's office.

Not long after Harry and the others walked into the office, Umbridge appeared in the corridor.She was wearing a green tweed cloak, which made her look more like a toad.

"What are you doing here?" She looked at Qiu standing at Professor McGonagall's door with a tired smile.

"I'm waiting for someone, Professor Umbridge," she said, always polite to people she knew she couldn't offend.She will wait until the day she can afford it.

"Are you waiting for classmate Potter? I have to say he might be in big_trouble." Umbridge knocked on Professor McGonagall's door with a smile.

Pooh!You are in big_trouble!

Qiu stared at her back resentfully, and had to admit that what she said was right.With Umbridge around, Harry was sure to be in big trouble.

She leaned against the wall, thinking about what to do with Crabbe, maybe she could ask the Weasley brothers for some good ideas...

If she'd been a batsman, she'd have kicked Crabbe off the broom in a fair way against Slytherin, to show him what fair revenge meant.

She should find a way to make Crabbe suffer the most. Crabbe's favorite thing is...eating. What should she do so that Crabbe can't swallow the delicious food?

indigestion?She felt that even if Crabbe had indigestion he could force the food down by himself.

stomachache?This symptom is so obvious that it is easily noticed by the professors.

Worse than a toothache?She could go back and look through the book and find a spell that would keep a toothache going.

After deciding to give Crabbe a toothache, her mood improved.

Umbridge came out with an air of extreme satisfaction, and Cho hurriedly looked into the office, where Harry and George were standing there stupidly.

"You two go back too." Professor McGonagall, who was like an ice sculpture, spoke with exhaustion in his voice.

Harry and George walked out one after the other, as if they had lost their souls.

"George, are you going to the hospital wing?" she asked, taking Harry's wrist.

George waved his hand and walked towards Gryffindor Tower without saying a word.

Harry was very quiet all the way, Qiu had never seen such a ladylike side of Harry, she was a little worried that the Bludger had knocked him out of his mind.

"Umbridge said he would ban us for life," Harry finally said at the door of the medical wing.

"Banned for life?" she repeated. "Does she have such a right?"

Harry blinked his green eyes at her.

"You don't think she can really control you for the rest of your life, do you?" She was a little desperate for her boyfriend's IQ, but thinking about it carefully, it might be because she already knew the plot that she could look at it so objectively, so she kindly comforted her , "The worst thing is that you can't play basketball during school. And according to our rule of changing Defense Against the Dark Arts teachers every year, you can continue to play basketball in sixth grade."

They walked into the hospital wing, and Madam Pomfrey greeted Harry when she saw Harry: "It's Quidditch again? I knew there would be players going into the hospital wing as soon as there was a match."

While complaining, she placed Harry on an empty hospital bed, and checked his physical condition with a spell: "Fortunately, it's just a flesh injury, no fracture, and no spinal injury."

Madam Pomfrey went to the potion cabinet and took out a large bottle of swelling potion and a small bottle of light purple potion.

"Drink this bottle." She handed Harry the vial of potion. "Apply the detumescent potion to the wound."

"I can help," Cho said.

At the beginning, she learned medical magic from Madam Pomfrey to prepare for the coming of the war, but unexpectedly, she happened to have a boyfriend who was the most vulnerable to injury, which gave her a chance to give full play to her medical magic.

Madam Pomfrey handed Harry over to Qiu with confidence, and continued to boil her potion in the compartment.With the coming of the Quidditch season and winter approaching, she had to stock up on some commonly used potions.

"Take off your clothes," she said after watching Harry drink the potion.

Harry laughed suddenly: "I remember you saying that to me."

She remembered how she had ordered Harry to undress in the same way in the Room of Requirement.

"Then you should take off quickly." She urged, not knowing whether his fall from such a high place was serious or not, but he still had the mind to think about the past.

Harry obediently took off his team uniform, revealing the sweater underneath.

He looked at her who was threatening and threatening, and had no choice but to continue to take off the sweater again, revealing the shirt inside.

At this time, Harry remembered the so-called secret of not wearing clothes. He unbuttoned his shirt expectantly, paying attention to her reaction.

"Why are you moving so slowly?" she complained, "Hurry up and I'll give you the medicine."

He obediently unbuttoned his shirt, revealing a bruise on his back from being hit by a Bludger.

"Get down on the bed," she ordered, taking the potion and starting dabbing it on Harry's back.

As soon as the cold potion touched his body, he shivered, and the coolness also made the pain in his body less obvious.

"Damn Crabbe..." she muttered.

The pain of not being able to play Quidditch and the anger towards Malfoy slowly subsided at this moment as the bruises disappeared, and he lay on the bed in the medical wing with peace of mind, feeling relieved.

"Okay, get up."

He sat up, looked at his girlfriend standing at the head of the bed and asked, "Do you want to check other wounds?"

"for example?"

"Like here." He took her hand and put it on his abs.

Ah... it really feels good to touch...

She stroked his muscles, but her eyes fell on Harry's collarbone.

Looking at the collarbone like this is also very charming...

"Do you like it?" He deliberately asked ambiguously.

She nodded frankly: "I like it, I like it very much, keep it up."

Then turned around and left: "You put on your clothes first, and I'll put the potion back."

Harry frowned again, could it be...does he have to wear nothing at all?

Qiu stood in front of the potion cabinet and touched her face, feeling a little hot. Fortunately, she ran fast.

However, I really want to touch it a few more times...

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Looking at the content I wrote before today, I found that I am really good at spreading dog food... the more I write, the better hehehe