Chapter 157 Firebolts and Firebolts
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Nan Shan Dou Xi
In April, sensible students have already started preparing for exam review.
Tom was holding a wand-shaped teething stick in his mouth, which was a defective product that John failed to make.
I thought it would be a pity to lose it, so I simply made a teeth grinding tool for Tom.
I have to say that the quality is very good, Tom has been biting for more than a year, and the molar stick is still strong.
Glancing at the two-month-old dog, John picked up his book and left.
Tom wagged his tail to follow, but Basil retracted his wings dramatically as he opened them.
Seeing John coming out, Daphne came to her side very naturally, and asked with some concern, "Why don't you come out for Tom?"
In the past, John always let the dog out to have fun, and now it has been locked up for two months, which shows that John is really angry.
"It has lost a wand, and it needs to be responsible for it."
Walking to the auditorium, after John sat down, Daphne skillfully presented her new work.
This time, I was still learning oriental cuisine, and I specially asked overseas wizards to get me a set of equipment.
"This is called rice rolls, and it's a kind of breakfast in China."
Daphne was very proud, this time she did not fail, on the contrary she did very successfully.
John also showed interest when he heard the words. He has eaten strawberry pizza and the like during this period of time. This rice roll should not be fruit, right?
Although there is no sense of taste, it is good to be able to taste the familiar taste.
Expecting her eyes to fall on the lid, Daphne opened it with confidence.
"...Daphne, tell me the truth, who did you learn to cook from?"
John numbly looked at the plate of sandwich chocolate rice rolls, with mixed feelings in his heart.
Daphne was puzzled, she tasted it herself, it was very sweet and delicious.
"I bought the recipe from a wizard surnamed Chen, what's wrong?"
John said sincerely: "Can you tell me his home address, I have some special products to send to him."
John made up his mind that when he knew the address, he would ask Tang Mi to bring someone to kill the bastard.
Tell Old Tang that I want to eat fish.
Daphne tilted her head, and said with a little cuteness: "I don't know where he lives."
Well, that's a shame.
He could have killed a crazy guy for the Celestial Dynasty, but he didn't expect the other party to run away early.
Looking at the posture, this proficiency is not a day or two.
Malfoy ran over, with a guilty look in his eyes, as if he had something to do to John.
"John, I heard that Tom lost your wand?" He looked unnatural, as if he was a big girl, "It's not serious, why don't you let it go?"
John looked surprised, when did Malfoy care about his dog.
Could it be that he didn't have time to walk the dog some time ago, and he fell in love after a few walks?
The expression on his face turned cold, and John said lightly: "If you do something wrong, you will be punished. I don't need to reiterate this point, do you?"
Malfoy forced a smile and ran to the other table.
"What's wrong with him?" John turned his head indifferently and asked the silent Heinrich.
Heinrich paused, looked in another direction, and said, "Today is the Slytherin and Gryffindor Quidditch final."
John suddenly realized that it was not surprising that Malfoy ran to his teammates to talk about tactics.
Heinrich's eyes were still staring, John followed his gaze, and the Weasley twins lowered their heads.
"You don't want to beat someone into the school hospital before the game, do you?"
Seeing the violent look in Heinrich's eyes, John knew what he was thinking.
The debunked Heinrich nodded without hesitation, with madness in his eyes, and said, "Glory cannot be humbled."
He looks unscrupulous, and everyone believes that he is a Death Eater.
John rubbed his head with a headache and said, "They're Percy's younger brothers, you shouldn't do that."
In the end, it was the Stars Club, which was one of honor and disgrace, suppressing Heinrich's crazy thoughts and letting Percy know that if he did this, the two might turn against each other.
Maybe God is optimistic about this game.
Today's weather is sunny and a little breezy, but it's not a big problem.
The two teams set up tactics in the locker room.
John saw Cedrica come over with a bad face.
"Cho Chang is going to cheer for Gryffindor."
He said, a little embarrassed.
John thought so too, Cho Chang had been bumped at least eight times and dragged three times by Malfoy during the Slytherin match.
Now let her cheer for Slytherin, so many fouls, no one would be happy to change it.
"We respect her choice, it's just a ball game and it won't affect your 'friendship'."
The word friendship is so special, John half smiled, Cedric nodded, but his ears were red.
Just before the start, Daphne and Pansy come over.
Just now Pan Xi took her best friend to the locker room to cheer for Malfoy.
Daphne naturally sat next to John, and Pansy leaned over and said angrily, "The commentator is from Gryffindor, and it will hurt the morale of the team."
She was very angry, and John saw that Lee Jordan, the famous Slytherin troll, was sitting in the commentary booth.
After thinking about it, John said to a dark-skinned Slytherin student behind him, "Brace, please call Ernie, I have something to ask him."
Blaise Zabini nodded a little excitedly, but he didn't expect John to talk to him.
Not long after he left, Ernie MacMillan of Hufflepuff arrived.
John took them to find Professor Snape.
"Professor Snape, I think there are many elements that affect the fairness of the game. If the commentary is biased, it is unfair to the other side."
He said righteously: "So I suggest that another academy be the commentator."
After all, he pushed Ernie MacMillan out.
Ernie swallowed hard, seemingly unaware that John had thrown himself at Snape.
Snape glanced at Ernie McMillan indifferently, and said noncommittally: "It makes sense, I will discuss it with Professor McGonagall."
Ernie was left behind, sitting behind the narrator, and Snape stared deathly at Lee Jordan, making him shudder.
The two teams walked out of the locker room, and the Firebolt in Harry's hand was even more eye-catching.
Through the game with Ravenclaw, the whole school knows this broomstick.
Harry's petty vanity was gratified a bit, but he didn't let up on the game one bit.
Ron said, "We've won. Malfoy's Nimbus 2001 can't catch up with the Firebolt."
He is very proud, as if he is the one flying on the broomstick.
Hearing his words, Hermione subconsciously looked for John.
In the next second, cheers erupted from the direction of Slytherin.
Hermione looked at the field in a daze, and the Slytherin players walked out of the dressing room. The most eye-catching thing was the brand-new Firebolt in Malfoy's hand.
Malfoy was at the head of the pack, and even Marcus Flint consciously followed behind.
The stars hold the moon.
Six Nimbus 2001s and Firebolts became the focus of the audience.
Malfoy raised an eyebrow at Harry triumphantly, as if to say that you weren't the only one with Firebolts.
Ron yelled: "Impossible, how could he have it!"
It was an unacceptable thing, and there was silence in Gryffindor.
The firebolt advantage they considered a weapon would no longer work, and one king against seven would become king against king.
The outcome of this match can only depend on Harry.
Gryffindor's equipment is far inferior to the six light wheels 2001, and I can only pray that Harry catches the golden snitch.
Game start.
Broomsticks take off.
Malfoy stopped not far from Harry, and laughed provocatively, "Potter, you are not the only one who can get all kinds of help."
Speaking of this, Malfoy almost gritted his teeth.
Why Harry Potter has all kinds of privileges, joining the Quidditch team in the first grade, and the broom given by Professor McGonagall.
As soon as he joined the team, he became the core of the team's stars.
I have to join the team through my father's sponsorship, and I have to endure other people's pointers when the team loses.
Could it be that he is the savior?
Or was it because Dumbledore liked him?
The extra points are like running water. If it weren't for John, I am afraid that the nine-game winning streak of Slytherin's glory would have been gone long ago.
Slytherin without Dumbledore.
but……
We have John!
Recalling my daily training, I didn't dare to relax and practice magic spells during the holidays.
Malfoy took a deep breath, his eyes hardened.
Harry felt that Malfoy had changed, or that Malfoy had been changing, but he didn't think much of him.
The body is stronger, the flying skills are better, and the performance is improved.
Before he knew it, Malfoy had changed so much.
No more words, the two of them were more serious than ever.
The battle between the two teams was also very fierce. Slytherin's dirty ball met Weasley's sap, and the two sides almost didn't fight.
Wood served as the goalkeeper of Gryffindor. His skills are very good. Even with the light wheel 2001, it is difficult to break the goal.
Slytherin Chaser Montague fouls Katie, preventing her from stealing the Quaffle.
Lee Jordan was so excited to explain that he even forgot that the dean of Slytherin was behind him, and all kinds of despicable and shameless words came out of his mouth.
Professor McGonagall looked ugly, Snape pulled Lee Jordan away coldly, and pushed Ernie McMillan on the seat.
"If you can't make a fair and just evaluation, then find someone else." Snape's sharp knife-like eyes made Lee Jordan think of him.
Professor McGonagall couldn't say anything, because Lee Jordan was indeed eccentric.
Lee Jordan still wanted to go back and continue explaining, but he was directly sandwiched between the two big men of Gore and Crabbe as men on the left and right. How could he break free with his small body.
Ernie was a little dazed at first, but he has a bad-mouthed personality and likes to be the center of attention.
He quickly got into the job, he was neither a Gryffindor nor a Slytherin, and it can be said that he was not biased towards either side.
When the game was in full swing, the Golden Snitch appeared.
The two eyes locked at the same time.
Tom was holding a wand-shaped teething stick in his mouth, which was a defective product that John failed to make.
I thought it would be a pity to lose it, so I simply made a teeth grinding tool for Tom.
I have to say that the quality is very good, Tom has been biting for more than a year, and the molar stick is still strong.
Glancing at the two-month-old dog, John picked up his book and left.
Tom wagged his tail to follow, but Basil retracted his wings dramatically as he opened them.
Seeing John coming out, Daphne came to her side very naturally, and asked with some concern, "Why don't you come out for Tom?"
In the past, John always let the dog out to have fun, and now it has been locked up for two months, which shows that John is really angry.
"It has lost a wand, and it needs to be responsible for it."
Walking to the auditorium, after John sat down, Daphne skillfully presented her new work.
This time, I was still learning oriental cuisine, and I specially asked overseas wizards to get me a set of equipment.
"This is called rice rolls, and it's a kind of breakfast in China."
Daphne was very proud, this time she did not fail, on the contrary she did very successfully.
John also showed interest when he heard the words. He has eaten strawberry pizza and the like during this period of time. This rice roll should not be fruit, right?
Although there is no sense of taste, it is good to be able to taste the familiar taste.
Expecting her eyes to fall on the lid, Daphne opened it with confidence.
"...Daphne, tell me the truth, who did you learn to cook from?"
John numbly looked at the plate of sandwich chocolate rice rolls, with mixed feelings in his heart.
Daphne was puzzled, she tasted it herself, it was very sweet and delicious.
"I bought the recipe from a wizard surnamed Chen, what's wrong?"
John said sincerely: "Can you tell me his home address, I have some special products to send to him."
John made up his mind that when he knew the address, he would ask Tang Mi to bring someone to kill the bastard.
Tell Old Tang that I want to eat fish.
Daphne tilted her head, and said with a little cuteness: "I don't know where he lives."
Well, that's a shame.
He could have killed a crazy guy for the Celestial Dynasty, but he didn't expect the other party to run away early.
Looking at the posture, this proficiency is not a day or two.
Malfoy ran over, with a guilty look in his eyes, as if he had something to do to John.
"John, I heard that Tom lost your wand?" He looked unnatural, as if he was a big girl, "It's not serious, why don't you let it go?"
John looked surprised, when did Malfoy care about his dog.
Could it be that he didn't have time to walk the dog some time ago, and he fell in love after a few walks?
The expression on his face turned cold, and John said lightly: "If you do something wrong, you will be punished. I don't need to reiterate this point, do you?"
Malfoy forced a smile and ran to the other table.
"What's wrong with him?" John turned his head indifferently and asked the silent Heinrich.
Heinrich paused, looked in another direction, and said, "Today is the Slytherin and Gryffindor Quidditch final."
John suddenly realized that it was not surprising that Malfoy ran to his teammates to talk about tactics.
Heinrich's eyes were still staring, John followed his gaze, and the Weasley twins lowered their heads.
"You don't want to beat someone into the school hospital before the game, do you?"
Seeing the violent look in Heinrich's eyes, John knew what he was thinking.
The debunked Heinrich nodded without hesitation, with madness in his eyes, and said, "Glory cannot be humbled."
He looks unscrupulous, and everyone believes that he is a Death Eater.
John rubbed his head with a headache and said, "They're Percy's younger brothers, you shouldn't do that."
In the end, it was the Stars Club, which was one of honor and disgrace, suppressing Heinrich's crazy thoughts and letting Percy know that if he did this, the two might turn against each other.
Maybe God is optimistic about this game.
Today's weather is sunny and a little breezy, but it's not a big problem.
The two teams set up tactics in the locker room.
John saw Cedrica come over with a bad face.
"Cho Chang is going to cheer for Gryffindor."
He said, a little embarrassed.
John thought so too, Cho Chang had been bumped at least eight times and dragged three times by Malfoy during the Slytherin match.
Now let her cheer for Slytherin, so many fouls, no one would be happy to change it.
"We respect her choice, it's just a ball game and it won't affect your 'friendship'."
The word friendship is so special, John half smiled, Cedric nodded, but his ears were red.
Just before the start, Daphne and Pansy come over.
Just now Pan Xi took her best friend to the locker room to cheer for Malfoy.
Daphne naturally sat next to John, and Pansy leaned over and said angrily, "The commentator is from Gryffindor, and it will hurt the morale of the team."
She was very angry, and John saw that Lee Jordan, the famous Slytherin troll, was sitting in the commentary booth.
After thinking about it, John said to a dark-skinned Slytherin student behind him, "Brace, please call Ernie, I have something to ask him."
Blaise Zabini nodded a little excitedly, but he didn't expect John to talk to him.
Not long after he left, Ernie MacMillan of Hufflepuff arrived.
John took them to find Professor Snape.
"Professor Snape, I think there are many elements that affect the fairness of the game. If the commentary is biased, it is unfair to the other side."
He said righteously: "So I suggest that another academy be the commentator."
After all, he pushed Ernie MacMillan out.
Ernie swallowed hard, seemingly unaware that John had thrown himself at Snape.
Snape glanced at Ernie McMillan indifferently, and said noncommittally: "It makes sense, I will discuss it with Professor McGonagall."
Ernie was left behind, sitting behind the narrator, and Snape stared deathly at Lee Jordan, making him shudder.
The two teams walked out of the locker room, and the Firebolt in Harry's hand was even more eye-catching.
Through the game with Ravenclaw, the whole school knows this broomstick.
Harry's petty vanity was gratified a bit, but he didn't let up on the game one bit.
Ron said, "We've won. Malfoy's Nimbus 2001 can't catch up with the Firebolt."
He is very proud, as if he is the one flying on the broomstick.
Hearing his words, Hermione subconsciously looked for John.
In the next second, cheers erupted from the direction of Slytherin.
Hermione looked at the field in a daze, and the Slytherin players walked out of the dressing room. The most eye-catching thing was the brand-new Firebolt in Malfoy's hand.
Malfoy was at the head of the pack, and even Marcus Flint consciously followed behind.
The stars hold the moon.
Six Nimbus 2001s and Firebolts became the focus of the audience.
Malfoy raised an eyebrow at Harry triumphantly, as if to say that you weren't the only one with Firebolts.
Ron yelled: "Impossible, how could he have it!"
It was an unacceptable thing, and there was silence in Gryffindor.
The firebolt advantage they considered a weapon would no longer work, and one king against seven would become king against king.
The outcome of this match can only depend on Harry.
Gryffindor's equipment is far inferior to the six light wheels 2001, and I can only pray that Harry catches the golden snitch.
Game start.
Broomsticks take off.
Malfoy stopped not far from Harry, and laughed provocatively, "Potter, you are not the only one who can get all kinds of help."
Speaking of this, Malfoy almost gritted his teeth.
Why Harry Potter has all kinds of privileges, joining the Quidditch team in the first grade, and the broom given by Professor McGonagall.
As soon as he joined the team, he became the core of the team's stars.
I have to join the team through my father's sponsorship, and I have to endure other people's pointers when the team loses.
Could it be that he is the savior?
Or was it because Dumbledore liked him?
The extra points are like running water. If it weren't for John, I am afraid that the nine-game winning streak of Slytherin's glory would have been gone long ago.
Slytherin without Dumbledore.
but……
We have John!
Recalling my daily training, I didn't dare to relax and practice magic spells during the holidays.
Malfoy took a deep breath, his eyes hardened.
Harry felt that Malfoy had changed, or that Malfoy had been changing, but he didn't think much of him.
The body is stronger, the flying skills are better, and the performance is improved.
Before he knew it, Malfoy had changed so much.
No more words, the two of them were more serious than ever.
The battle between the two teams was also very fierce. Slytherin's dirty ball met Weasley's sap, and the two sides almost didn't fight.
Wood served as the goalkeeper of Gryffindor. His skills are very good. Even with the light wheel 2001, it is difficult to break the goal.
Slytherin Chaser Montague fouls Katie, preventing her from stealing the Quaffle.
Lee Jordan was so excited to explain that he even forgot that the dean of Slytherin was behind him, and all kinds of despicable and shameless words came out of his mouth.
Professor McGonagall looked ugly, Snape pulled Lee Jordan away coldly, and pushed Ernie McMillan on the seat.
"If you can't make a fair and just evaluation, then find someone else." Snape's sharp knife-like eyes made Lee Jordan think of him.
Professor McGonagall couldn't say anything, because Lee Jordan was indeed eccentric.
Lee Jordan still wanted to go back and continue explaining, but he was directly sandwiched between the two big men of Gore and Crabbe as men on the left and right. How could he break free with his small body.
Ernie was a little dazed at first, but he has a bad-mouthed personality and likes to be the center of attention.
He quickly got into the job, he was neither a Gryffindor nor a Slytherin, and it can be said that he was not biased towards either side.
When the game was in full swing, the Golden Snitch appeared.
The two eyes locked at the same time.
