[HP] Professional blasting for 20 years

Since that night, Seymour and Hermione got on better, and of course Harry and Ron, if they hadn't appeared suddenly, Seymour and Hermione might have been a troll's Halloween dinner.

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Time flies.

Unknowingly, it has arrived in November, and the weather is gradually turning cold. Large swathes of clouds float on the high sky, and the entire Hogwarts Castle is reflected in a mysterious and simple way.

Simo has become obsessed with collecting the wizard cards that come with chocolate frogs these days.Her drawers are full to the brim.And these days she bought a lot of chocolate frogs.

Taking advantage of the absence of class, Ximo was untiring in unpacking in the lounge, but the moment he unpacked, a chocolate frog jumped out of Ximo's hand, and Dean caught the one that wanted to The escaped chocolate frog.

He frowned, and said unrequitedly, "Simo, I've eaten ten today, and I don't want to eat chocolate frogs in my life."

Simo doesn't like to eat chocolate frogs, but she likes to collect wizard pictures, so these chocolate frogs are all solved by Simo's friends.

Ron protested this the most, causing him to throw up whenever he heard chocolate.

Dean now followed in Ron's footsteps and protested Simo's behavior.

Simo smiled and blinked her blue eyes, and the corner of her mouth opened a small arc: "Okay, okay, Dean, I won't let you eat it again."

Dean breathed a sigh of relief, but realized something, and said slowly: "Occasionally I will help you eat one or two."

Simo's smile became even brighter.

Dean was indeed her best friend.

Simo was eating chocolate frogs, so he asked vaguely, "I haven't seen Harry for several days, what is he doing?"

While helping Ximo unpack the Chocolate Frog, Dean said, "Harry is going to compete, and he has been training intensively for the past few days!"

Yes, Quidditch season is coming soon, and Harry is about to usher in his first game in his life.

Simo is very interested in Quidditch, but she still doesn't know the rules of Quidditch.

Hermione said there was a copy of The Complete Book of Quidditch in the library, but Seymour wouldn't die reading it.This would absolutely kill her brain cells.

Ximo lay listlessly on the table, shouting: "The match is coming soon, I still don't understand what Quidditch is."

As soon as she finished speaking, Ximo felt someone pat her on the right shoulder, and she turned her head, but there was no one.At this time, someone patted her on the left shoulder again. She tilted her head, but there was still no one.

Simo immediately turned around angrily, and couldn't help laughing when she saw the perpetrator.

It turned out to be two troublemakers, George and Fred.

Merlin!How can she tell who they are.

Seymour showed her innocent toothy grin: "Good morning, George, Fred"

"I swear you can't tell us apart," one of them said with a smile.

"No, I can tell the difference." Simo quibbled, and then pointed to the one who spoke, "You are George."

Anyway, there is a 50.00% probability, in case you guessed right.

As expected, the two brothers were taken aback, looked at each other, and said in unison: "It's amazing, sometimes my mother can't tell the difference."

Simo breathed a sigh of relief, and accepted the Weasley twins' praise with a guilty conscience.

George said, "Little sister Seymour, do you not understand Quidditch?"

Simo nodded obediently, and Fred laughed, "Then you should ask us two Quidditch experts!"

The two brothers talked about each other for a long time, Ximo nodded with half understanding, and after a while.She just yelled out,

Excitedly said, "Is it possible to win as long as you catch that golden snitch?"

"yes"

"Theoretically so."

The 11-year-old girl Simo suddenly feels that it is very reasonable for the Sorting Hat to praise her for being smart.

Soon it was the day of the Quidditch match.

As soon as Simo walked out of the castle, she saw Draco.The November sun is still a bit harsh.

It gave Draco's platinum blonde hair a nearly dazzling luster.The boy's skin was even paler and almost transparent.

Draco said lazily: "Why are you alone, your stupid friends?"

Simo was terribly annoyed, and said angrily, "Malfoy, you don't want to watch the game anymore? I'm not in the mood to argue with you."

"Of course I'm going to watch the game." Draco snorted softly, "but I'm looking forward to seeing you Gryffindors fail."

Simo really felt that he had never seen such a disgusting person.

It's downright annoying.

By the time she got to the stands around the Quidditch pitch, almost the whole school was there.

There was a place beside Dean for Simo.Next to her were Hermione and Ron.

Several of them are holding a huge banner.

In beautiful cursive letters it says "Potter wins!"

It was Simo who wrote it, and now she was thanking Ms. Finnigan for forcing her to practice the annoying cursive.

Now besides explosion, this is her only second ability.

There is also a lion painted by Dean on the banner.Hermione also performed a little magic trick, which made the paint incredibly bright.

Hermione asked softly, "Why are you here so late?"

Simo shrugged, expressing helplessness: "I ran into that Malfoy again."

Thinking about it, Simo felt that Malfoy was a bit annoying again.

At this moment, the game started, and everyone held their breath nervously. The game was very intense, and Li Qiaodan stood beside Professor McGonagall and explained loudly.

Simo had followed Harry all the time, but the moment he saw Wood, he immediately attracted all eyes.

The young man's fiery red robe drew a gorgeous arc in the sky.

She hurriedly grabbed Hermione's sleeve excitedly, and shouted, "Hermione, look at Wood, he's so handsome!"

Hermione looked at Simo with disdain: "Simo, you are watching the game."

Now Simo finally understands what Ms. Finnigan said, beautiful boys are the common wealth of mankind.

And she also inherited this terrible gene of Ms. Finnigan's facial control.

But soon Simo was no longer a nympho.Because after a while, Slytherin gained the upper hand, Simo and her classmates screamed angrily, their faces flushed red,

Slytherins are nothing short of Quidditch rogues.

At this moment, Harry seemed to have spotted the Snitch, but for some reason, the broom kept rolling in the air.Simo froze for a moment, and clenched her hands tightly.

She looked at the stands almost without blinking.Completely ignoring Hermione, who was beside her, disappeared at some point.

After a while, the classroom seats became a mess without knowing what happened.But Simo found that Harry also successfully got on the broom.

The game ends with Harry catching the Snitch.

The author has something to say: When watching Harry Potter, I think Wood is the most handsome boy.There is a kind of British handsomeness.

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