Harry Potter and the Secret Treasures

After the incident, Ron seemed to have decided not to speak to Ivan or Percy, and he did everything possible to hide from them, like a stranger he'd never met, without saying hello, which embarrassed Harry and Hermione in the middle.

As time goes by, no one talks about finding the crying Peach Golden Girl.

Discussions in the school about the secret room are getting weaker and weaker, and people have the same opinions as Ron. Whoever that crazy Slytherin is, if his ability is just to petrify a cat, there's really nothing to worry about.

Hermione now spends almost all of her time reading books, flipping through the heavy Hogwarts Calendar Chronicle and other materials to find traces of covert chamber-related spiders. Evan uses his spare time to practice magic in a classroom where no one else is.

Closer and closer to the first Quidditch, Harry's training has increased significantly.

Every night after dinner, Wood takes him to Quiddich Stadium.

Thanks to Malfoy's sponsorship, the Slytherin Quidditch team's flying broomstick has all been replaced with the latest wheel 2001, which is much better than the Griffindor broomstick.

In determining that seven free light wheels were not available, Wood responded by increasing the training intensity of the team, which they had flown in almost every weather environment, hoping to close the speed gap with Slytherin.

Since the last Mixed War, there has been a growing contradiction between the two colleges, and many Gryffindor or Slytherin students are hoping to have one more fight to split the wins and losses, and this upcoming Quidditch match is no different than fuelling the fire.

Long before the start of this Saturday's competition, a fierce confrontation broke out between the two schools and small-scale clashes continued.

Fortunately, after the first attack, every professor in the school became extremely sensitive and rushed to stop things before they got any worse.

Turn around, it's Saturday morning.

Ivan and Colin went to the auditorium for breakfast, and he found that the atmosphere in the auditorium was so depressing that Wood made the other players eat as much as possible, but he didn't eat anything himself, and then drove everyone to Quidditch Stadium before everyone finished.

For Ron's sake, Ivan didn't go with them. Until 11 o'clock approached, he followed the entire school to the Quidditch Stadium.

On the stand, Colin took his place, beside him was Ginny.

The game started, with fourteen people dancing in mid-air and Ivan watching a glint.

From the start, you can see which team is better, in less than ten minutes, Slytherin scores three balls in a row, and Fred and George's broom is powerless to follow their opponents, never touching the ball.

“Not at all. Our broomstick is too slow for anyone but Harry to keep up with Slytherin.” Colin said powerlessly.

“I wish Harry would have caught the Golden Thief sooner.” Ginny was anxiously agreeing that Slytherin had scored another ball.

Perhaps their prayers worked, and the situation gradually became favorable to Gryffindor, as the sky suddenly rained.

Wood's strategy worked because of a lack of training, Slytherins players were clearly not adapted to fly in the rain and were slowing down.

Haven't waited for anyone else to be happy yet, and you find that a crazy wandering ball seems to be attracted to Harry by magnetism, doing everything you can to crash him out of the air. Ginny screamed and grabbed Ivan's arm tightly.

Harry rose sharply to avoid a stray ball fierce offense.

He turns suddenly and spins suddenly, suddenly he turns straight down, then he circles up, then he circles east and west, and takes a "of” line. But it didn't work. The driftball didn't go after anybody, it just kept spinning around Harry for a second.

Fred and George flew over to protect him and Slytherin seized the opportunity to score two more balls.

“Damn, it must have been Slytherin's assholes who did it.” Ron stood up, waving his fist and shouting.

“Evan, what do we do?” Ginny asked worried too.

“Don't worry, Ginny!” Ivan comforted her and turned around to squeeze out the crowd, "someone was controlling the driftball, and I went out to take a look. ”

Not surprisingly, this is supposed to be Dobby the Elvish.

Ivan doesn't know where he is, but one thing's for sure, he must be hiding somewhere nearby.

Ivan wandered around the stands, sweeping his eyes wide across the field, and finally saw an ugly green creature at the edge of Ravenclaw's blue corridor. Without waiting for him to stop, Wood screamed for a pause and the Gryffindors came together to whisper.

“What's going on?” Wood asks, "We've been defeated, Fred, George! Where were you when that wandering ball stopped Angelina from scoring? ”

“Twenty feet above her, we stopped another wandering ball from killing Harry.” George whispered, “Someone touched that ball. ”

“But since we practiced last night, the swimming balls have been locked in Madame Hodge's office until this morning when they were fine...”

“Listen, you can't just keep flying around me for a second, and I have no hope of catching a golden thief unless it comes into my sleeve by itself. ”

Harry saw the Slytherins smiling and pointing a finger at him, and he gasped and said, “Fred, George, you guys should go back to the other players and let me deal with that wild ball myself. ”

“Don't be silly, Harry!” Fred said, "It'll smash your head off. ”

“It's all your fault! ”

George looked at Wood angrily, "Either catch the golden thief or die on the field. You were out of your mind. Say that to Harry! ”

“What now?” Wood looks at Harry and Fred and George again.

“Oliver, be reasonable.” Alicia Spinnet said angrily, "You can't let Harry deal with that thing alone. Let's ask for an investigation! ”

“If we stop now, we will be disqualified.” Harry shook his head, "we couldn't lose to the Slytherins because of a runaway ball, and we've been practicing for three months for the game. ”

“But...”

“Give me that swimming ball, I think I can fix this.” Ivan ran over and said.

When they heard him, Gryffindor Quiddich turned around and looked at Ivan with surprise.

“Evan, did you find anything?” Harry asked eagerly.

“I'll tell you when I get back, all you have to do now is play in peace and try to catch the golden thief in front of Malfoy and leave the rest to me.” Ivan said, "Come on, Harry! I've written an article celebrating Gryffindor's victory, two whole parchment pieces, and you can't let me replace it. ”

“Okay!” Wood looked at Ivan and Harry with a resolute expression on his face, "Fred and George, you've all heard the conversation. Leave Harry alone and let him deal with the ball himself. ”

With Madam Hooch's whistle, the race resumed.

Evan knew he had to hurry, he pulled the wand out of his pocket and rushed over to Ravenclaw's observation deck, staring closely at Dobby, who was putting a wandering ball on him, ignoring Luna, who stood up and greeted him.

“unconscious!” He shouted and a red light flew out.

Upon hearing Ivan scream, Dobby the elf turned his head in surprise, staring at his two prominent eyes and disappearing into the air before the spell struck him.

“Shit!” Ivan clenched his fist and forgot that the Homebred Elvish could be transformed in the Hogwarts phantom.

At this point, there was a shout coming from the stands.

Ivan hurriedly looked up and saw Harry crossing Malfoy at high altitude, grabbing the golden thief in front of him, then being hit hard by a running ball behind him, like a kite off the line, falling straight out of the sky.