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When Harry flew into the arena, all the supporters of the Gryffindor house team cheered, but on the contrary, the dark green camp with low air pressure boasted that they kept turning on the air conditioner.

"Harry, here you come!" Ginny pushed aside her twin brothers excitedly like moles circling in a field, and she reached out to give Harry the first high-five, then stared beamingly at him. Palm Wang also used the palms that had been in close contact with the idol to slowly rub against his face.

Harry and all his teammates high-fived.

"I'm back," he said to captain Angelina. "We're going to win."

"Gryffindor is not afraid of dangers!" Angelina's uneasy heart settled down, she shouted, and everyone got on the broom and was ready to go.

She went and the referee canceled the halftime timeout.

"Gryffindor's ace Seeker, Harry Potter, is back! Is the balance of victory beginning to tilt towards Gryffindor? The current score is 140:30, and the Slytherin team is on top of the total score list." The Gryffindor team is 20 points higher, and now as long as Harry Potter catches the Golden Snitch, he can add 150 points to Gryffindor and directly win the Academy Cup this time! Let us wait and see who it will be Catch the Snitch first, every time the defeated Draco Malfoy is still Gryffindor's ace Harry Potter!" The commentator was spitting, and the more he talked, the more excited he was, if it wasn't for McGonagall The professor was staring at him and really wanted to take out his pocket money to play a game in the game set up by the twins.

It was previously reported that Harry would not be in the finals, which made Gryffindor's odds of winning unprecedentedly high, but things are unpredictable!

Mrs Hooch whistled.All the players on both sides of the field flew up, and Harry immediately soared into the sky, followed by Draco.

"Scarhead, aren't you in confinement with the dean? Or did you escape?" Draco yelled at Harry maliciously. He wanted to rush over to hit him, but the speed of the flame was as fast as lightning.

Harry ignored Draco, he even used Occlumency to calm himself down, no matter it was the loud whistles and shouts on the field, all of them seemed to be filtered out, and he concentrated on looking for the golden one At the same time, the broom tail was raised, and while flying, it blew a wind and threw away Malfoy who was following him.

Snape came to the window to see everything that happened on the Quidditch field.His face was as sinking as water, as indifferent as a marble statue.

"Potter is back on the field."

"You can't stop a Seeker from participating in the competition." Dumbledore looked at Snape through the glasses, like a parent who tolerated all the naughtiness and grievances of the children, "Severus, I know that this time you are against Snape." The Lytherin team has high hopes, but the game still has to be based on fairness, and without Harry in the Gryffindor team, it is obvious that the balance of victory will be tilted in favor of Slytherin. But can such a game still be called a game?"

"Albus, can't Gryffindors compete without Potter?" Snape snorted coldly, "If Potter is unwell, will he still have to shed his blood for the so-called honor of the academy?

"Oh, Severus, I'm so glad you care so much about Harry." Dumbledore laughed, and he took out a lemon sherbet and popped it into his mouth, narrowing his eyes happily.

"If Potter fell off the broom right now, it would definitely please me." Snape said blankly.

"Severus, I'll take you as a joke for such a rare incident. After all, the professor still needs to care more about the health of the students." Dumbledore persuaded.

"By the way, how is the progress of the Occlumency course?" Dumbledore suddenly mentioned this matter while biting Lemon Xuebao.

"I regret that Potter has no talent in this area." Snape said, "but he seems to have found someone else who can teach him. As for the progress of his private self-study, only Potter himself knows, but Often ego can skew perceptions, especially when one has no humility."

"I understand." Dumbledore nodded. "But it's too late now. Harry needs time to prepare OWLs. It seems that we need to make internal arrangements to prevent the Death Eaters' plot."

He took a bite of Lemon Sherbet, and even the sugar couldn't alleviate the sadness on his brow, "It would be great if Harry could trust you more." He really couldn't blame Sirius for embellishing this aspect, He had to admit that Sirius was not qualified as a role model for minors.

"Albus, do you have anything to say about Potter's connection with the Dark Lord?" Snape asked suddenly.

"As I said, this has something to do with the dark magic left by the Dark Lord on Harry." Dumbledore looked at Snape, who had already finished eating Lemon Oxel, picked up the honey water in front of him and drank it , "At present, I can only say that this is a tricky black art. The Dark Lord surpassed everyone in black art innovation many years ago, and his talent is indeed unique."

"That means you have no way to solve it." Snape bit these words slowly.

"I'm sorry, but now I have some direction." Dumbledore reassured, "Trust me, it won't be long."

Snape snorted coldly, and he turned to look out the window.

Harry made a quick stop and turned 180 degrees to throw off Draco's pursuit. He reached out to the Snitch he had been chasing.

Snape instinctively leaned out of the window, but backed away when he realized it.Just then Harry jumped off the broom!This desperate little bastard jumped down just to catch a golden ball!He is five or six meters above the ground!

And Harry's left hand was still firmly glued to the broom, as if it were part of him.

At the moment when he raised the Snitch to show everyone, everyone was silent for a second, as if they were holding their breath, and then the burst of cheers tore the eardrums.

Harry couldn't help casting a Soundproofing Charm on himself, he was so afraid that he would spit out from the deafening shouts.

Surrounded by enthusiastic Gryffindors, he couldn't get any air out, breathing hard.The murky air was particularly hostile to pregnant people, and Harry had to use his Seeker skills to squeeze his way out.

"It seems that your purpose of coming to me has been achieved." Snape clenched his hands, and he looked at Dumbledore indifferently.

"Don't be too harsh on Harry, he is still a child." Dumbledore persuaded again helplessly, "Trust me this is not my purpose, I have something to ask of you, Severus." Now He got down to business.

They all knew that the Dark Lord had only one purpose in invading Potter's dream—prophecy!He will naturally seek information for this!And the purpose of Dumbledore's mention of this matter is obviously to hold him so that Potter has time to go back to the cellar!

Snape grabbed a handful of floo powder and returned to his office with a displeased face.

"Professor, you are back." Before Harry could return to his seat, he had just closed the door and leaned on the door panel helplessly.But the position clearly betrayed him leaving for a game of Quidditch.So he moved around, staring into Snape's eyes, comically moving like a mime clown to where he should be.

"Potter, it looks like you had a great time. So of course Gryffindor will deduct 50 points for this!" Snape smirked and approached the little bastard.

"You can't!" Harry glared at Snape, the sudden anger blinded him, and he fell limp but regained his footing before completely falling down.

Snape stepped forward quickly, grabbed Harry's swaying body, and picked him up.

"Snape! Let me go!" Harry yelled, shaking his limbs, and soon he was thrown on the sofa, where the comfortable leather sofa caught him securely.

"Quiet! You should know patients have no human rights when you're happily chasing that damned winged ball!" Snape snapped.He pulled out his wand and frowned, as if he was facing a certain problem. He quickly uttered the detection spell, and the feedback made his expression even worse.

"I don't feel sick." Harry put his hands on his stomach and muttered to himself, as if convincing himself, "I won't play Quidditch again! I'll quit the team next term!" Ha Leigh added, looking earnestly at Snape, trying to make him look better.

"If you really don't like Quidditch, then I won't bring it up," he promised, but his clumsy cajoling was unconvincing.

Snape snorted and put away his wand.He gestured for a chair to sit in front of Harry.

"Your reputation with me is no better than zero," Snape said. "Based on your current behavior, I have reason to believe that you really want to lose this piece of meat in your stomach."

"I don't! I like her so much! She's my baby!" Harry retorted almost as soon as Snape's voice fell. He gently stroked his flat belly. The love of life does surpass Quidditch.

Snape looked at him.Those dark eyes, similar to those of his prince, were so complex that Harry dazzled, and he looked away dodgingly, looking down at the floor.

"I don't want to lose her." Harry pouted, his voice nasal in his mouth, soft as if crying.

This little bastard is still putting on a show!

"Potter, you are too young, you are not old enough to be a qualified father. And the Death Eaters chasing after you will not let you have a child." Snape said cruelly to Harry himself Also clear facts.

"It's time to make the right choice."

"No." Harry looked up, his emerald green eyes gleaming stubbornly.

The author has something to say:

Snape looked tired and almost shook Harry (but he didn't dare): Make the right choice!

Harry: No! ! ! !

Snape glared at him: Maybe I shouldn't have asked for your opinion, after all patients have no human rights (rolling up your sleeves to knock you out)