HP fights Quidditch for boyfriend every day

?It's not too late, and the sky is not dark yet.

Laura no longer stood stupidly on the court, she walked to the side and sat in the seat where she usually watched the Quidditch match.

I have to say that they fly really well. Sometimes a few people fly to one place, sometimes fly away, and sometimes fly across, which is really dazzling.

Laura could hardly keep her eyes on Oliver.

He didn't want to stay in front of the knocker at all. He was always haunting all over the field, flying more than batters than batsmen.

This reminds Laura of a saying, "A hitter who doesn't want to be a good chaser is not a good keeper."

How did this happen? One second he was talking to the Seeker Harry in the center of the field, and the next second he appeared in front of the door knocker on the left to block an attack from the Chaser Betty.

Mom, Quidditch is really hard to understand.

Laura watched the performances of the Gryffindor Quidditch players with gusto, and she enjoyed herself by herself.It would be even better if there were some Honeydukes blowing treasure super lollipops.

She thought out of the blue that maybe she could record a game on DV and show it to her parents.They've always been interested in the wizarding world.He is especially curious about Quidditch, which is popular with thousands of wizards, men, women and children.

The wizarding world is indeed wonderful, but Muggle technology can also create many unknown possibilities.

A wise witch should learn to integrate.

While keeping a close eye on the flight, Laura took the time to cast a spell to check the time.

Seeing this was incredible, Laura became anxious immediately.He quickly gave himself a loud voice, "Oliver! It's time!"

The magic happened - she was totally ignored.

"Oliver! Fred! Hey! . . . "

Still no one cares about her.

Laura was very angry.She wasn't sure if the bad boys didn't hear it or if they did and were ignoring her.

But time is running out.Laura didn't want to face Professor Snape's black face, she would definitely have nightmares.

So Laura stood up angrily, picked up a sweeping seven-star that was put aside (the kind of broom that was very slow and broken and should be retired in the first-year flight class), squinted to confirm Oliver's position, raised her leg He stepped on the broom and rushed over.

Oh, this broom really needs to be retired, it looks loose but it's still very individual and uncontrollable... Finally, she wobbled up to the sky.

Laura held the broom handle tightly with both hands, but approached Oliver with unabated momentum on her face, and called him angrily, "Oliver!"

Oliver, who finally heard Laura's voice this time, looked along the voice.

Then I saw Laura approaching tremblingly, flying extremely thrillingly, as if she would fall down at any time.Now he couldn't care less about catching the ball.He hurriedly flew to Laura, shook the hair that was stuck to his forehead, and said, "Laura—"

"careful!"

"Get out of the way!"

"Laura!"

Laura subconsciously turned her head and saw the huge Quaffle blowing towards her face with a biting wind.

When it was over, Laura closed her eyes tightly, and let go of the broom with both hands to cover her ears.

Before Laura's hand found the ear, Oliver grabbed Laura's wrist with one hand and led her behind, while the other arm blocked the Quaffle that was flying vigorously.

"Bang—" The sound of the Quaffle hitting his arm made his teeth ache.Laura opened her eyes and looked at Oliver blankly.

Oliver moved the arm that was hit, and said indifferently, "It's dangerous, if it's a Bludger, you have to go to the medical wing to listen to Madam Pomfrey."

"Laura, why did you fly up suddenly? Could it be that you were overwhelmed by Quidditch and wanted to join the team? But Laura, your reaction is too slow..." Oliver even joked.

"Oliver..." Laura swallowed.

"What?" Oliver let go of Laura's wrist, and grabbed the broom head instead, trying to help Laura stabilize the broom.

"The confinement time is up, and that's what I wanted to say when I came up."

Laura was lucky enough to witness Oliver's handsome face wrinkle into a ball quickly.

The other team members came down from the sky with them.They then applauded their captain in a procession as he made his way to Professor Snape's office.

The meaning of gloating is obvious.

"George, help me take the broom back." Oliver straightened his clothes and put on his school uniform.

"I'm Fred." The red-haired mischievous said with a grin.

"Okay, Fred, please." He was in no mood to play guess who I was with the twins.

Oliver and Laura rushed to the door of Professor Snape's office panting, checked the time, but luckily they were not late.

Laura was breathing hard, trying to catch her breath, and Oliver had recovered.

He just stretched out his hand to knock on the door, when Professor Snape's cold voice came from the door: "Come in."

——"Hello, Professor."

——"Hello, professor, how did you know we're here?" Laura was a little curious.

Oliver turned to look at Laura with an expression of disbelief, how dare Laura ask Professor Snape a question.

"Two trolls are panting at the door of my office, Miss Hope, your poor professor is not deaf." Professor Snape smiled.

Well, Laura shut up.

"Go and deal with those materials." Professor Snape stopped looking at Laura, bowed his head and continued grading homework.

It was some snakeskin and teeth and bark and a big vat of slugs.

Oliver consciously walked over to the slugs to deal with those disgusting creatures.

Laura took a piece of snakeskin and sliced ​​it finely.

The atmosphere in the office is tense, which is not at all what Laura thought.

Laura thought about it in her heart, obviously thinking that she could chat happily with Oliver and work easily at the same time, it seemed too naive.With a humanoid air coagulant like Professor Snape around, how could it be relaxed and happy.

Oliver rolled up his shirtsleeves to his elbows, grabbed a slug and began disemboweling him.

Tsk, the technique is unexpectedly neat.

Only then did Laura realize that his right arm was bruised.That position was obtained by helping Laura block the Quaffle before.

She looked at the bruise worriedly. Oliver noticed her gaze, turned his body slightly to block Laura's view, and grinned back to her with a big smile.

"I thought the two of you didn't come here to talk about love."

Laura was so excited that she didn't dare to open her mouth, and seriously ground her snake teeth.

If Laura works without distraction, she will still be very efficient.She quickly shredded the snake skin, cut the bark into pieces, and ground the snake's teeth into powder.

She looked up again, this time focusing on Professor Snape.

The professor frowned, his face was ugly, and he let out a snort from his nostrils from time to time.Judging by the way he swung the quill and the force with which he put it down, he must be correcting a Gryffindor homework.That concise and powerful one horizontal and one vertical is clearly a T (troll), and he has maintained that movement for a while.

Looking at Hogwarts, besides Gryffindor, there is no other college that Professor Snape values ​​so much...

It's terrible, do people have to hurt each other like this?This is blood feud.Laura didn't dare to attract Professor Snape's attention anymore, and walked as lightly as possible to Oliver to help him dispose of the vat of slugs.

Oliver moved quickly, but there were too many slugs to hold back.Now with Laura's help, they're done with all the slugs in no time.Professor Snape was busy marking all the homework with a T, and dismissed them with a wave.

Walking out of the gloomy cellar quickly, Laura and Oliver let out a long breath at the same time, and were relieved.

"Is your arm still bruised? Do you want to go to the medical wing?" Laura asked with concern.

"It just looks scary. This little injury is not a problem." Oliver said indifferently.

"By the way, Laura, Quidditch training is no joke. Don't rush in next time."

"You still have the nerve to say it! I asked you why you didn't agree."

"Huh? Did you call me? I didn't hear you. I have a dozen Quidditch skills that prevent me from hearing other voices."

"It's really a good skill that the whole team has."

"Haha, it's okay, okay."

"I'm not praising you..."?