Chapter 42 Come, Scold One More Sentence?

On Saturday morning, William, Hermione, Anne, Cedric and Autumn left the castle.

They were going to visit Hagrid.

But passing the Quidditch pitch, the five separated, Annie put her arm around Hermione and dragged her to the pitch.

The two held hands, and they thought they were as close as sisters.

In fact, during the summer vacation, they didn't know how many times they quarreled.

Therefore, girls are really strange creatures, and the relationship is obviously like that, and they have to hold hands when they walk on the road.

I have to go to the toilet in groups, as if afraid of little monsters.

It's really girly behavior!

When did you see boys holding hands when they went to the toilet... Tsk tsk, that scene, William didn't even dare to think about it, it was too exciting.

"Why are they going?" Cho asked across a field of grass, "Aren't you going to see Hagrid?"

"They went to see Gryffindor's training first. Wood started special training early in the morning. Anne took Hermione to check everyone's strength on the spot. She wants to join the team in a few years."

"Ha, Annie is going to join the team too?"

William nodded. "I bought two Nimbus 2001s for Annie and Hermione during the summer vacation, and Annie's studies were pretty good."

"How is the performance of Nimbus 2001?" Qiu asked with concern.

"The fastest speed is a bit faster than Nimbus 2000, but the start-up time of the two sides is similar, and overall, it is still within an acceptable range." Cedric explained.

"I have statistics about Nimbus 2001, and I'll show you when I go back."

They played 5v5 battles during the summer vacation, and specially tested the various performances of Nimbus 2001.

Qiu nodded and asked again, "Did Gryffindor have special training so early this year?"

"Yeah, they're holding back, trying to win the Quidditch Cup." William laughed.

"Especially when Lockhart gave the Golden Prisoner Award to Professor McGonagall, she reprimanded Wood for half an hour in the office and gave a death order to make him win the championship."

"Students from other colleges are all stumbling blocks on the road to our defending champions." Qiu held his chin.

"Can we develop Annie into our spy and find out their tactics?" She had another bad idea.

"Don't even think about it, Annie used our tactics in the morning." William laughed.

"If Anne was a spy, she would definitely be a double agent, and if she could defeat Ravenclaw, she would have a great sense of accomplishment."

"This is troublesome. It seems that our biggest enemy will be Gryffindor. As for the others... they are all rotten fish and rotten shrimp, which is nothing to worry about."

"Hey, you two are going too far." Cedric said dissatisfiedly: "When I don't exist, right? We Hufflepuff three times in the finals are the favorites to win the championship. What kind of stinky fish is Gryffindor? shrimp!"

William and Qiu both laughed.

"Our Gryffindors are the favorites this year, not the same as the stinky fish and rotten shrimps of Hufflepuffs!"

In the Quidditch locker room, Wood waved a towel and cheered loudly.

But no one listened to him, and they were all in a drowsy state. They came at four in the morning, and they were very sleepy now.

George's eyes were puffy, his hair was disheveled, and he was sleeping with his head down.

Snoring, teeth grinding, sleep talking... he has it all!

I have to sigh with emotion: Gryffindor has good ventriloquism.

Fred went even further, his head fell on Angelina's shoulder, still a little bit, trying desperately to move down, I don't know if it was intentional or not.

Angelina had a smile on her face, but a murderous look in her eyes,

Be ready to explode at any moment and slap Fred so he can wake up the stinky bastard.

Harry slept best, his head on the Nimbus 1700 broom, but he didn't seem to have eaten in the morning, biting wood and making crunching noises.

"Okay guys, let's start training and test out the new tactics I just told you!"

Wood woke everyone up and took everyone out of the locker room and into the arena.

"Come out." Annie said loudly just after walking into the Quidditch arena.

The two walked towards the audience stage, where Ron and Colin were already there.

Colin Creevey, also a first-year little wizard in Gryffindor, and a huge Harry fan, is holding up his camera, taking pictures one after another.

Ron sat alone in his chair and didn't seem to like him very much.

"Why only now?" Hermione asked suspiciously. "Didn't Wood say yesterday that he would take the Gryffindor team to see Hogwarts at four in the morning?"

"Who knows what's going on?" Ron yawned.

"I suspect Wood took Harry and them and slept in the dressing room all morning."

These words are purely slandering Wood. Harry and the others did sleep all morning, but Wood didn't sleep. He was always in a state of excitement.

Gryffindor began to warm up, but within minutes, the Slytherin students showed up.

"What's the matter, how did the Slytherin students come?" said Ron. "It's Malfoy!"

Ron seemed to see his enemy, jumped out of the audience, and ran towards the middle of the arena, followed by Anne and Hermione.

"Flint!" Wood yelled at the Slytherin captain. "It's our practice time! We got up early! Please, get out!"

"Oh, Wood," Flint said with a smile. "That won't work. I have a special note from Professor Snape. We're training new Seekers."

Flint waved a note in his hand deliberately.

"You've added a new Seeker?" Wood's attention was diverted. "Where?"

Malfoy, with his two little valetes, flashed from behind the six tall team members, a smug smile on their pale pointed faces.

"Yes, it's me."

Malfoy stared hard at Harry's eyes, licking his dry lips, his eyes burning hot.

finally,

The distance between him and Potter has finally drawn in!

The two were no longer so far apart, and Malfoy could exchange ball-playing skills with Potter on the grass openly.

During the game, they can also sweat profusely, chase after me wantonly, and collide with the flesh on the broom in a simple way.

Don't worry about hurting each other.

Ron obviously thought of this too, his eyes gloomy, looking jealously at the team uniforms on Malfoy.

He wants to play ball with Harry too!

Flint started showing off the Nimbus 2001 donated by Malfoy Sr., with seven broomsticks gleaming in the sun.

"Nimbus 1700? Hehe, since the goods are eliminated, you should treat the garbage as a treasure." Malfoy said proudly, "Have you never seen such a valuable thing?"

"At least none of the Gryffindors have to pay to be on the team," Hermione said sharply. "They came in purely on merit."

Malfoy's smug face turned red, and he said angrily: "No one asked you, you smelly little mudblood."

After this sentence fell, it was like a depth bomb.

Flint had to dash in front of Draco to prevent Fred and George from jumping on him and fucking him.

Arya screamed, "How dare you!"

Wood took off his shoes, trying to kill Malfoy.

Ron reached for his wand from under his robe, and Flint hurriedly grabbed his hand.

Annie, who was not paying attention, walked around the crowd, walked quickly to Malfoy, and slapped him hard in the face.

Her voice was cold and said:

"Come!

One more word,

give it a try? ! "

Malfoy was stunned and wanted to fight back, but Annie took a quicker step and pulled out her wand and aimed it at his chest.

There was a spark from the tip of the wand, and the spell could be fired at any moment.

Malfoy stepped back in a panic, and Annie was outraged and chased after him, kicking him hard in the stomach.

Malfoy fell to the ground, covering his face with his left hand and his stomach with his right, choking.

"My dad..."

Annie raised her chin, tit for tat: "What happened to your father, my brother is still William Stark."

"If you dare to let me hear you scold Hermione, it won't be as simple as a slap in the face."

Malfoy was speechless, not knowing what to say.

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