lord of destiny

Chapter 159 On the eve of the final!

Still Saturday.

That night.

Quidditch pitch.

In the air, a golden light flew rapidly.

In the blink of an eye, the golden light flew over a distance of tens of meters.

The eyes of ordinary people don't even have time to see it, it has already disappeared.

Not far in front of the golden light, there are rows of wooden obstacles criss-crossing each other.

Looking at Jin Guang, it seems that he is about to rush into it.

The golden light is very small, if it rushes into it, it will disappear without a trace in an instant.

Just as the golden light was about to rush in, an afterimage appeared.

It comes from afar.

The speed is fast to the extreme!
Vaguely, it can be seen that there is a person in this afterimage.

I saw a flash of afterimage.

He caught up with the golden light ahead.

Before the golden light disappeared, he grabbed it.

There was a round of applause.

"Brilliant! Harry! You're fast again!"

Ron clapped his hands vigorously, his face full of surprise.

He really couldn't imagine that in just a week, Harry's progress would be so great!
It's completely like a different person before!
It's not that Harry has never trained before. He joined the Gryffindor Quidditch team in the second week and got the Nimbus 2000 presented by Professor McGonagall. He joined the Gryffindor team for training. ranks.

All in all, he had been training for nearly two months before!

But Ron found that Harry's training in the previous two months was not comparable to this week's training at all!
The difference is too much!
The effect of those two months of training may not be half of the effect of his training in this week.

"That's talent."

Ron's slightly tired eyes were full of envy.

Harry's father, James Potter, was himself a Quidditch star, and it's normal for Harry to inherit his father's talent.

Speaking of which, the talent of their Weasley family is also good.

As one of the few pure-blood families in the magic world, although life is a bit miserable, their talents are not outstanding.

Except for his younger sister who hasn't entered school yet.

Each of his five elder brothers has shown his excellent talent in magic.

only him

Ron lowered his head somewhat disappointed.

Harry didn't notice this, he was enjoying himself right now.

"Yes! Ron, my speed has increased to 220 kilometers per hour! Even Fang's speed can't beat me!"

According to Harry's original calculation, he should only be able to increase his speed to 200 kilometers per hour now, which is the same as Fang Mu's speed.

But the red bottle of potion that can eliminate physical fatigue helped him a lot!
Relying on this, Harry increased his training intensity and achieved his current speed in one fell swoop!

"Really? That's great!"

Ron was happy for Harry.

"In this case, let's go back. Tomorrow is the game, you need to keep your spirits up!"

"I'm in good spirits! Ron, I don't need to go back and rest."

Harry said brightly.

The red bottle of potion protected his body, while the coolness on his forehead protected his spirit.

Whenever his spirit fell to a rock bottom, that coolness would appear, making him full of energy again.

After having this miraculous 'talent', Harry no longer has any inferiority complex towards Fang Mu, and he can already face Fang Mu very confidently.

"Wait, Quidditch is just one of them!"

Harry has gradually realized that the benefits of that coolness not only have a huge effect on Quidditch, but also have the same effect on other aspects.

It's just that, now that the Quidditch final is approaching, he needs to focus more on Quidditch and has no time to study other things.

Withdrawing his mind, Harry said to Ron again.

"Ron, although my fastest speed has reached 220 kilometers per hour, it is still not very stable. I need to practice more."

"Is that so?"

Ron hesitated and said.

"Then, why don't I go back first? Harry, it's not that I don't want to accompany you, we are best friends! It's just that I practice with you every day these days, and without your talent, I really can't hold on. "

As he spoke, Ron buried his head deeply and lowered his voice to a minimum.

Harry subconsciously frowned.

Ron is leaving?

In his mind, this kind of behavior is tantamount to betrayal!

Thinking of this word, Harry's heart subconsciously turned cold.

Even the words he said were a little colder.

"In that case, you should go back first."

"Yeah, okay, thank you for understanding me! Harry!"

Ron, who was really exhausted and blamed himself, didn't notice Harry's abnormality.

"Then I'll go back first, Harry, you should go back and rest early later."

Harry didn't reply, just watched Ron leave quietly.

After Ron left, he grabbed the broomstick again and continued to practice.

practise!

Then, in front of everyone in the school, defeat that person!

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A tall building.

Dumbledore's eyes narrowed slightly.

"Snape, does the potion you refine have any effect on a person's character?"

Snape frowned, intending to refute, but finally said.

"No, I use the mildest materials, and the two magic potions I refine are also the mildest. They will not have any impact on people's body or spirit."

"Won't it have any effect?"

Dumbledore's eyes almost narrowed into a line.

"Do you think there's anything wrong with Harry's current behavior?"

Snape said, after all, he had been with Dumbledore for so long. Although Dumbledore's tone didn't change a bit from the beginning to the end, he could still see something from some subtleties.

"I don't think so. He might just be under too much pressure."

"Maybe."

Dumbledore looked away.

"How is Professor Quirrell these days?"

"He behaved normally, no different from usual. He went to class and finished class as usual. I didn't find any abnormal behavior in him."

Snape spoke.

"Is everything normal?"

Dumbledore was silent for a moment.

"Keep watching him, he shouldn't be able to wait long."

The two him are not the same him.

The first one refers to Professor Quirrell.

But the second he refers to that person.

Snape nodded.

"I see."

For a while, the place fell into silence again.

The cold moonlight shed, leaving shadows one by one.

Quidditch pitch.

Harry was still training hard.

　Thanks again to the book friend 'Little Baibai in the book'~
　　
　
(End of this chapter)