Chapter 60 Merlin’s smelly pants
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He Dian Bai Kai Shui
On the day of the game, Soul, Hermione and Ron were at the door of the locker room wishing Harry good luck. Harry was wearing a Quidditch robe and holding the 'Nimbus 2000' with a heavy look on his face.
"I know what you are worried about, Harry. Believe me, Gryffindor will definitely win today." Soul patted Harry on the shoulder and whispered quietly as he was about to enter the waiting room.
"Oh, thank you, Soul." Harry obviously took this as comfort.
I'm not trying to comfort you. The little badger must avenge himself. Every wrong is his fault, and every debt has his own owner. It's not that the time has not come yet for you not to retaliate. Oh, maybe today is the time.
It's hard to say whether Captain Slytherin can come to the game today.
Soul narrowed his eyes, recalling the way the prefects and the others murmured by the fireplace in the lounge the night before.
They didn't deliberately hide their plans at all. Suer vaguely heard a few words from the periphery...
"Marcus..Water of Life and Death...Sack..."
Oh, that sounds exciting.
"The spell is--'Stand still and stop dead', remember it, don't forget it." Hermione whispered, "Sul, Sul!!"
"Huh?" Soul looked at Hermione blankly.
"Did you hear what I said? If Professor Snape shows signs of harming Harry, use this spell to stop him."
They say Gryffindors are very brave, well, they are indeed very brave. Even Hermione, who was originally quite sensible, has become...
"Hermione, actually, is there a possibility that your spell can't hit Snape at all?" Soul whispered, "Furthermore, do you think that even if Snape really wants to hurt Harry, in Dun In front of Principal Bullydo, will he have this opportunity?"
"Dumbledore?" Hermione looked up blankly, standing in the corridor and looking around, "Dumbledore is here too?"
"Oh my God." There was nothing wrong with that beautiful, silvery beard, and Hermione breathed a sigh of relief.
The three of them found a place in the stands, coincidentally, right next to Neville.
"Something seems to have happened," Neville said. "Snape just went to the Slytherin waiting room, and his face turned ugly when he came out."
"Of course, because Dumbledore is also here to watch the game." Hermione replied casually.
"Principal Dumbledore?" Neville wondered, "What does this have to do with Principal Dumbledore?"
"The game has begun." Ron, who had no sense of presence, said.
The players from both sides lined up and walked out of the waiting room holding brooms. What was strange was that the expressions of the Slytherin Quidditch players were strange, a little gloomy and a little panicked?
Of course they should panic, so Soul borrowed a telescope and took a closer look.
Oh, it seems that the prefect's action was successful. The beloved captain of the Slytherin snakes---Marcus Flint did not appear on the court.
"Let's make a bet. How long can Harry Potter stay on the broomstick this time?" Malfoy, who was sitting not far away, shouted loudly, "Oh, want to make a bet? Longbottom?"
"Shut up, Malfoy." Ron said angrily. Snape just gave Gryffindor a penalty because George threw a Bludger at him, but anything can happen in Quidditch. , this free throw is unreasonable.
"Oh, Weasley, I'm sorry, I didn't see you." Malfoy chuckled, "Do you want to bet with me too?"
"Just use your measly few Nat's pocket money?"
Ron's face suddenly turned red.
Soul couldn't help but pick his ears and watched Harry flying around on the broomstick, "Be quiet, Malfoy."
Malfoy did stay quiet for a while, but he couldn't help but jump up again a few minutes later, because Snape gave Slytherin another penalty for no reason, and the ball went in.
This free throw aroused the dissatisfaction of the little wizards in the stands. Lee Jordan on the commentary table had already begun to attack him personally, but Snape, who was riding a broom, turned a deaf ear and nimbly dodged a Bludger and conveniently awarded another one. Penalty kick to Slytherin.
"In Muggle society, such a referee would be sacked!" Suer heard a senior student say angrily, "Too biased, black whistle!"
On the other side, Malfoy was almost fighting with Neville and Ron. Oh, they were already fighting. Neville was firmly suppressed under the seat by the strong Crabbe and Goyle, and Ron was riding on Malfoy waved his fist
It was a complete mess. Soul pulled out his wand and was about to use "force" to separate them.
"Harry!" Hermione, who had been paying attention to the game the whole time, suddenly screamed, and she jumped up on her seat.
In the field, Harry was riding a broomstick, rushing straight to the ground like a bullet.
A few feet above the ground, Harry stopped his broom.
"Nice Longiss fake move, Slytherin's Seeker was shaken!" Lee Jordan explained loudly. At this time, Harry raised his hand with a big smile on his face, "Oh, No! No!"
"Gryffindor's Seeker, Harry Potter, successfully caught the Golden Snitch. This was not a feint! It was not a feint!"
"Game over! Gryffindor wins!"
The stands were buzzing with excitement. There was no doubt that this was a new record. Never before had a Quidditch match ended so quickly.
Hermione screamed, jumped on the chair, and finally jumped into Soul's arms.
What is this?Su Er shook the girl in his arms in confusion.
Falling from the sky? ? ...
"Although I don't know why Marcus Flint, the captain of Slytherin, didn't show up in this game." Lee Jordan still shouted excitedly, "But the game is over, and Harry has made history!"
"Oh, I see, Marcus, here he is, wearing..."
"Uh..." Lee Jordan snorted, "Excuse me, did I remember wrongly, is Marcus actually a cute girl?"
"Hahaha..." There was a burst of laughter on the court, and Suer couldn't help but cover his face. He thought that the prefect's complete plan was to set up a sack to make Marcus sleep and miss the game.
Unexpectedly, the prefect actually put a layer of women's clothing on Marcus?Judging from the confused look on Marcus' face while holding the broom, I'm afraid he thought he was wearing a Quidditch uniform, right?
Seize the bamboo shoot... Suer couldn't help but feel a little sorry for Marcus Flint. Good guy, is this going to end without dropping out of school?
So, if you don’t want to mess with anyone, you have to mess with the badger, alas.
While Su Er was cursing, a scream suddenly came from his ears, his arms were empty, and he felt a little lost for a moment.
Oh, the overly excited Hermione finally realized what she had done.
Her face was red and she jumped out of Sur's arms. She didn't know where she borrowed the strength from.
"Everyone is going down, and I'm going down to celebrate too."
The fragrance in my arms is still there, but its traces are gone.
On the field, Marcus finally realized that the game was over and noticed what he was wearing.
Merlin's stinky pants.
Who gave me the stockings to wear? !
"I know what you are worried about, Harry. Believe me, Gryffindor will definitely win today." Soul patted Harry on the shoulder and whispered quietly as he was about to enter the waiting room.
"Oh, thank you, Soul." Harry obviously took this as comfort.
I'm not trying to comfort you. The little badger must avenge himself. Every wrong is his fault, and every debt has his own owner. It's not that the time has not come yet for you not to retaliate. Oh, maybe today is the time.
It's hard to say whether Captain Slytherin can come to the game today.
Soul narrowed his eyes, recalling the way the prefects and the others murmured by the fireplace in the lounge the night before.
They didn't deliberately hide their plans at all. Suer vaguely heard a few words from the periphery...
"Marcus..Water of Life and Death...Sack..."
Oh, that sounds exciting.
"The spell is--'Stand still and stop dead', remember it, don't forget it." Hermione whispered, "Sul, Sul!!"
"Huh?" Soul looked at Hermione blankly.
"Did you hear what I said? If Professor Snape shows signs of harming Harry, use this spell to stop him."
They say Gryffindors are very brave, well, they are indeed very brave. Even Hermione, who was originally quite sensible, has become...
"Hermione, actually, is there a possibility that your spell can't hit Snape at all?" Soul whispered, "Furthermore, do you think that even if Snape really wants to hurt Harry, in Dun In front of Principal Bullydo, will he have this opportunity?"
"Dumbledore?" Hermione looked up blankly, standing in the corridor and looking around, "Dumbledore is here too?"
"Oh my God." There was nothing wrong with that beautiful, silvery beard, and Hermione breathed a sigh of relief.
The three of them found a place in the stands, coincidentally, right next to Neville.
"Something seems to have happened," Neville said. "Snape just went to the Slytherin waiting room, and his face turned ugly when he came out."
"Of course, because Dumbledore is also here to watch the game." Hermione replied casually.
"Principal Dumbledore?" Neville wondered, "What does this have to do with Principal Dumbledore?"
"The game has begun." Ron, who had no sense of presence, said.
The players from both sides lined up and walked out of the waiting room holding brooms. What was strange was that the expressions of the Slytherin Quidditch players were strange, a little gloomy and a little panicked?
Of course they should panic, so Soul borrowed a telescope and took a closer look.
Oh, it seems that the prefect's action was successful. The beloved captain of the Slytherin snakes---Marcus Flint did not appear on the court.
"Let's make a bet. How long can Harry Potter stay on the broomstick this time?" Malfoy, who was sitting not far away, shouted loudly, "Oh, want to make a bet? Longbottom?"
"Shut up, Malfoy." Ron said angrily. Snape just gave Gryffindor a penalty because George threw a Bludger at him, but anything can happen in Quidditch. , this free throw is unreasonable.
"Oh, Weasley, I'm sorry, I didn't see you." Malfoy chuckled, "Do you want to bet with me too?"
"Just use your measly few Nat's pocket money?"
Ron's face suddenly turned red.
Soul couldn't help but pick his ears and watched Harry flying around on the broomstick, "Be quiet, Malfoy."
Malfoy did stay quiet for a while, but he couldn't help but jump up again a few minutes later, because Snape gave Slytherin another penalty for no reason, and the ball went in.
This free throw aroused the dissatisfaction of the little wizards in the stands. Lee Jordan on the commentary table had already begun to attack him personally, but Snape, who was riding a broom, turned a deaf ear and nimbly dodged a Bludger and conveniently awarded another one. Penalty kick to Slytherin.
"In Muggle society, such a referee would be sacked!" Suer heard a senior student say angrily, "Too biased, black whistle!"
On the other side, Malfoy was almost fighting with Neville and Ron. Oh, they were already fighting. Neville was firmly suppressed under the seat by the strong Crabbe and Goyle, and Ron was riding on Malfoy waved his fist
It was a complete mess. Soul pulled out his wand and was about to use "force" to separate them.
"Harry!" Hermione, who had been paying attention to the game the whole time, suddenly screamed, and she jumped up on her seat.
In the field, Harry was riding a broomstick, rushing straight to the ground like a bullet.
A few feet above the ground, Harry stopped his broom.
"Nice Longiss fake move, Slytherin's Seeker was shaken!" Lee Jordan explained loudly. At this time, Harry raised his hand with a big smile on his face, "Oh, No! No!"
"Gryffindor's Seeker, Harry Potter, successfully caught the Golden Snitch. This was not a feint! It was not a feint!"
"Game over! Gryffindor wins!"
The stands were buzzing with excitement. There was no doubt that this was a new record. Never before had a Quidditch match ended so quickly.
Hermione screamed, jumped on the chair, and finally jumped into Soul's arms.
What is this?Su Er shook the girl in his arms in confusion.
Falling from the sky? ? ...
"Although I don't know why Marcus Flint, the captain of Slytherin, didn't show up in this game." Lee Jordan still shouted excitedly, "But the game is over, and Harry has made history!"
"Oh, I see, Marcus, here he is, wearing..."
"Uh..." Lee Jordan snorted, "Excuse me, did I remember wrongly, is Marcus actually a cute girl?"
"Hahaha..." There was a burst of laughter on the court, and Suer couldn't help but cover his face. He thought that the prefect's complete plan was to set up a sack to make Marcus sleep and miss the game.
Unexpectedly, the prefect actually put a layer of women's clothing on Marcus?Judging from the confused look on Marcus' face while holding the broom, I'm afraid he thought he was wearing a Quidditch uniform, right?
Seize the bamboo shoot... Suer couldn't help but feel a little sorry for Marcus Flint. Good guy, is this going to end without dropping out of school?
So, if you don’t want to mess with anyone, you have to mess with the badger, alas.
While Su Er was cursing, a scream suddenly came from his ears, his arms were empty, and he felt a little lost for a moment.
Oh, the overly excited Hermione finally realized what she had done.
Her face was red and she jumped out of Sur's arms. She didn't know where she borrowed the strength from.
"Everyone is going down, and I'm going down to celebrate too."
The fragrance in my arms is still there, but its traces are gone.
On the field, Marcus finally realized that the game was over and noticed what he was wearing.
Merlin's stinky pants.
Who gave me the stockings to wear? !
