[HP] The Curse of Harry Potter and Slytherin

"She must have Apparated!" said Ron for the hundredth time.

"Impossible! How many times do you have to tell me that Hogwarts doesn't allow anyone to apparate! No one—except Dumbledore!" Hermione retorted impatiently for the one hundred and first time.

Ever since Harry had told them that he had Dobby following Umbridge, they had been speculating endlessly about how Umbridge had disappeared, and Hermione hadn't even bothered knitting a hat.

She borrowed thick old books from the library one by one, hoping to find clues to Umbridge's mysterious disappearance in them.

Ron is more inclined that Umbridge has a way to avoid Hogwarts' magical restrictions, "Maybe...you said that the Defense Against the Dark Arts professor is not within the bounds of Hogwarts rules, Maybe Umbridge-"

"That means they don't have to abide by Hogwarts' restrictions on teachers! It's a loophole because of the curse, but disallowing apparation is for everyone who comes to Hogwarts - not even Fudge Apparating within the confines of Hogwarts grounds, everyone but the Headmaster must abide by this rule! Got it?"

"Understood?" Ron imitated Hermione's words in a strange tone, spreading his hands, "Then tell me, how did she disappear?"

Hermione couldn't speak.She stood up in a rage and slammed a book on Ron's head.

"Ouch!" Ron scratched his head.

Hermione trudged on to the library to find the answer, and Harry was secretly smiling behind a book.

"Deserving it."

"Hey!" Ron gave him a push, laughing too.

"But we don't have to worry about Hagrid now," Ron said after laughing, leaning back in his chair, "It doesn't look like Umbridge is after Gropp."

"Yeah," Harry sighed, "but I always thought she must have some purpose."

"Hey—why think so much, she still sits there every morning anyway, Dumbledore must have figured it out—want to play wizard chess, Harry?"

They set up the chessboard and fought, leaving Umbridge behind.

Ron successfully defeated Eric Chad in the last rematch and became the goalkeeper of the Gryffindor Quidditch team.

But after a few training sessions Harry found that his form was very unstable, especially in the presence of people from other houses.

Like Harry, the Weasley brothers, and Angelina, who have been in the team for four or five years, they have long been used to all kinds of verbal attacks from students from other colleges before the Quidditch match, and no malicious comments can affect him. Yes, and even exchange a few words with them.

But Ron had been watching the Quidditch match as a spectator before, and he couldn't resist other people's pungent attacks full of malice, especially from Slytherin.

The first match of the new term was Gryffindor vs Slytherin.

"Hey! Weasley—" Malfoy waved to them when they came back from training and walked through the hall, "Even someone like you can join the team. Is it true that Gryffindor can't find anyone?"

Ron blushed.

"Ignore him," Harry whispered, "I do think that since someone like you can make the Slytherin team," Harry said tartly to Malfoy, "it seems we can win the Slytherin team without breaking a sweat." gone."

"Ha! Is it? I think you should get more people to hold the mat down there first," Malfoy said, "before Weasley slips off the broom unsteadily."

"I...I fly much better than you, Malfoy." Ron blushed, stammering and glaring at Malfoy.

"Yes, that's right," Harry patted him on the shoulder encouragingly, and turned to Malfoy, "I think you should worry about yourself first—have you ever caught a snitch in my match? You still have time There is nothing to worry about here."

"Hmph! Don't talk big, let's see the truth on the field."

Malfoy sneered and walked away, and Harry looked at Ron, who was tugging at the sticks of his broomstick sullenly.

"Ron! You shouldn't be affected by Malfoy's childish words!" Harry looked at Ron with some surprise.

"Actually - he's right, isn't he? I'm stupid - and I can't fly well -" said Ron desperately.

"Stop talking nonsense! You're not good. Why did Angelina choose you to join the team in the end? You must be the best goalkeeper in our Gryffindor!" Hermione, who came to find them, heard Ron's words and firmly encouraged him .

Harry didn't know if Ron was listening, but he just kept pulling at the tail of the broom, and Harry was afraid he might rip it bald.

"Hi Harry!" Qiu Zhang greeted him as he passed by.Harry found that he seemed to be seeing her more often these days.

"Ah...hi, Cho." Harry felt that Cho Zhang seemed to have something to say.

"You're on Ravenclaw," said Ron bluntly. "Why, you want to say we're going to lose, too?"

Qiu Zhang was a little embarrassed.

Hermione quickly dragged Ron away, "Harry, we'll be waiting for you in the library."

"What? Hey—I didn't say I was going to the library!"

"Shut up, Ron!"

They walked away arguing, and Harry looked at Cho Chang, wondering what she was going to say.

"Uh...uh...Harry, did you have a good summer vacation?" Qiu Zhang seemed to be trying to find a topic.

"Oh, um, it's...not bad," Harry regretted as soon as he said it, Cho Chang must be very sad that Cedric died, how could he say it's not too bad? "I mean...it's... pretty peaceful."

"Really?" Qiu Zhang smiled slightly, "Me too."

Qiu is Chinese. Her eyes are pure black, which is rare for Europeans, and they are very beautiful.Looking at Qiu Zhang's big eyes with thick eyelashes, Harry suddenly thought of another pair of black eyes - indifferent, empty, but seemed to be sealed with boundless fiery emotions...

"Well... Harry, I..."

"Hey, Harry!" Ginny appeared suddenly, putting her hand on his shoulder, "Don't you go and see? George and Fred they fed a salamander with fireworks, in the common room! Super beautiful!"

"Ah... ok... I... um, I'll go now." Harry nodded carelessly.

"Oh...so be it," Qiu Zhang looked disappointed for some reason, "Goodbye, Harry."

"Goodbye, Qiu."

"What are you talking about with her?" Ginny looked at him curiously.

"It's nothing...just say hello."

Harry replied, his mind still spinning on Snape's dark eyes.

He found that he seemed to be really possessed.