Superman is my primary school classmate

Harry saw Shea off in person, closed the door, and turned the lock with his hands, and the "clack" came to his ears.

Ron has been here for countless times, and he sat on his seat with ease. In front of him was a huge model of the Quidditch field. In the middle, there were a dozen gold figures riding on brooms and waving their hands at everyone. Shake your body from side to side to avoid the Bludgers that raid from all directions.

"Strange, where did you hide?"

Ron muttered, with doubts in his eyes, he raised the base to check carefully, the goal couldn't help shaking, the statuettes scattered like birds and beasts, thinking they were going to collapse, but they just shook, a false alarm, and threw Ron's head with their club hats.

Harry walked to the desk, and raised his hand to signal Sean not to be restrained, and to sit and defecate casually.

"Huh?" Sean nodded, "Thank you."

The buttocks hadn't touched it yet, the back of the chair seemed to be pushed by someone, and it automatically fit onto Sean's back, pushing him forward, Sean was sweating coldly, as if he was sitting on some living thing, it was weird.

Unable to adapt to the left and right, it seemed that there was some pea under his buttocks that made him fidget. He caught a glimpse of a golden light shining in his peripheral vision, and blinked his eyes.

What are you doing, are there any bugs?This color looks very eye-catching.

As soon as Jin Guang was discovered by Sean, he immediately entangled him, and flew straight towards Sean, circling back and forth around his head, making a very noisy buzzing sound.

Xiao En dodged left and right, waved away, and couldn't get rid of it no matter what.

"That's right, it's here."

Ron giggled, and blocked Sean's face with his right hand. In desperation, Sean closed his eyes and slowly opened them. He really saw the red-haired man carefully spreading his clenched hands. Fist—only to find that his hand was empty?

If you take a closer look, it's just too small to be noticed.

In Ron's open palm lay a golden consumer beg the size of a grain of rice. Is this the thing that was screaming in Sean's ear just now?

Putting his hands together and guarding them cautiously, Ron moved his hands to the upper end of the Quidditch model, and some golden figures underneath began to jump up and down, swinging their brooms and impatiently getting ready to sprint.

until--

The golden ball in Ron's hand fell!

"It's the Golden Snitch."

Harry interrupted Sean's gaze and explained to him.

"Fast as lightning, hard to track during the game, but once caught, it will score 150 points for the team and become a winner. Only the best seeker can track its whereabouts."

There was a villain with his upper limbs tightly attached to the broom, and he continued to soar up. After Ron threw it, the Golden Snitch immediately spread its timbre wings, making a rustling sound, and could not even see the shadow clearly after swaying twice. .

The villain on a broomstick circled upwards, hovering at the position where the tip of Xiao En's nose was at the same level as him, his eyes were staring straight at him, he was only the size of a palm, he was obviously made of metal, but even the strands of his hair It looks as if it is real, with a clear expression on the face, with a pair of round eyes, with a dignified look, turning its head from time to time to search around.

With a smile on his face, Harry leaned against the window.

"He found it!" Ron lowered his voice, for fear that his exclamation would disturb the game in the "arena".

The villain swooped down, and the broom was like a rocket with a booster, and disappeared in an instant. After he moved, the Seeker of the enemy team also found the trace of the Golden Snitch and followed behind.

"Pretty!"

Ron threw a fist into the air and cheered.

I saw the villain rose again, and what was held in the raised hand was the Golden Snitch!

Sean was stunned, he didn't see anything clearly, so it's over?

Harry patted Sean on the shoulder to remind him to regain his senses.

The end of the game made everyone fly back to the original flavor again. They arranged each other's hairstyles, greeted each other with broom tail bumps, and prepared for the start of the next game.

"No matter how many times you watch it, Harry, you are still so powerful. If it were me, I would never even be able to discover it."

Ron's words made Sean startled, "You mean this villain is based on Harry?"

No way?Doesn't look like it at all?

With messy curly hair and big glasses covering his face, he looked completely different from the man in front of him.

Even if he stayed up all night with a haggard face, Harry looked well dressed, wearing a well-fitting wizard robe, his hair was fixed and combed behind his head with pomade, revealing his full forehead, and there were no glasses on his high nose bridge to block his deep eyes. How do you look at it? They should all be well-off gentlemen.

"Who are you calling? You can call Harry so affectionately?" Ron murmured, his voice became softer and weaker after being glared at by Harry.

Harry smiled shyly and scratched his cheeks, "This was when I just graduated. I just got out of school at that time. Of course it's different from now."

The corner of Sean's mouth twitched. Speaking of which, Harry said "the best Seeker" just now with impeccable pride in his eyes.

"I really miss it." Ron sighed, and heard Harry say the past, "At that time, Harry, you were serving in the Ugari Club, but you were a new star in the Quidditch world. Everyone thinks of England. The hottest person looking for Qiushou is you!"

"How can it be so exaggerated."

Harry smiled modestly.

Seeing that Ron still wanted to reminisce about the past, he coughed and interrupted Ron's chatter, but don't get sidetracked, and said seriously, "I called you here this time, it has something to do with you."

Ron pointed at himself, "?"

Harry was silent for a moment, then said, "Ron, do you remember Hermione?"

The air was inexplicably suffocated, and Ron's complexion began to freeze, even turning pale. Sean looked inexplicably at the cold and silent atmosphere floating between the two of them.

"Ron, don't you want to know what's going on with Hermione?"

"How?" Ron snorted and lowered his eyes, "What else can I do, I'm dead."

"No." Harry shook his head. "I believe Hermione is not dead, and I know you always believed so."

Ron heard that the red hair on the top of his head also dimmed a bit, his lips kept trembling, "We saw Hermione's magic wand was broken with our own eyes, and we haven't detected any fluctuations in Hermione's magic power for so many years. If Hermione Min isn't dead, why didn't she come to us?"

For many years, Ron kept telling himself that Hermione was still alive, and she was still living in a certain corner of the world. Even if she lost her magic and was injured, it would be more comforting than Hermione disappearing in this world.

But what can be done?

Until now, there is still no news. How can Ron believe that Hermione is still alive?

The original search and rescue team began to give up because of the long time, and the search hope became increasingly slim. It was not until two years ago that it was officially announced that Hermione Jane Granger had died on the eve of the Great War of Peace, and that she had been awarded the third level of meritorious service by Gryffindor. His portrait is also hung on the wall outside the Gryffindor door with those classmates who also lost their lives.

"I think Hermione's still alive."

Harry said slowly.

Even Ron, who was so willing to believe that Hermione was still alive, thought it was ridiculous for Harry to say that.

Who are they, Aurors.

Aurors know black magic best, even if there was even a trace of magic in the air, they could smell it out, not to mention that there was nowhere to hide the magic on the scene back then, and the three major curses were repeated frequently.

Ron couldn't imagine whether Hermione lost her mind because her soul had gone out of her body, whether she begged for mercy under Crucifixion, and it was unforgivable-his face began to twist.

"do not talk!"

Ron glanced at Sean, wondering why Harry said this in front of outsiders to embarrass himself?

Instead, he stood up and decided to leave, but was stopped by Harry.

"If, I mean if, we can go back in time, go back to that time, and see for ourselves how things happened at that time—"

"Impossible!" Ron turned his head sharply, and scolded, "We can't break the law of time. Ten years ago, it was already an unattainable distance to go back in time. We don't know what will happen! Harry, time magic prohibits private research , you know."

"As the head of the Auror Department, I naturally know these rules and regulations better than you."

"Then you still?!"

Ron trembled furiously all over his body, and the more he talked, the more excited he became. He couldn't believe that his friend would be like this. If someone finds out about this, he might be thrown into Azkaban!

Wizards who have always studied time magic have flocked to it, and they have paid the price for being able to pry into the mysteries of the star points in time, and wizards who are lucky enough to avoid the punishment of heaven also follow the secrets of the sky for the rest of their lives.

He didn't want to accept the pain of losing a friend after losing his lover.

"Ron, don't think too much." Harry reached out to touch his friend's shoulder to comfort him.

He was slapped and mercilessly waved away by his friend.

"Why don't you make me think too much!" Ron almost roared, "Harry, you actually did this kind of thing behind my back, if you researched the accident in private, who else would I have as a friend? How do I go to work with those spoilers in the department every day?"

Harry watched Ron twitch with a wry smile, his nose was red and bubbling constantly. Fortunately, he had cast a silencing spell when he locked the door just now, otherwise he wouldn't have heard what was coming from outside for a while.

"Okay, let me finish my sentence..."

Ron twisted his nose fiercely with his robe, and there was a glistening liquid hanging from the drooping robe, "I'll listen to your explanation."

Harry said helplessly, "My original intention was to wait until Sean's health was completely recovered, but I didn't expect that he has a special status, and under the pressure of many parties, time is running out. Now it is really impossible."

When Xiao En heard his name, he was stunned for a moment. He didn't know why the two of them had such a good argument, but they wanted to get involved in him.

And the sight of resentment from the red-haired man made Xiao En's skin crawl all over, with the expression in his eyes slowly, what's the use of this obstructive guy?

"It's very useful, he is no ordinary Muggle."

Harry seemed to have a mind-reading ability, answered Ron's doubts, looked at Sean with ruthless eyes, "We just need your help."

The author has something to say: "Daily Prophet" headlines, "Wizard seeks help from mutants. Is it the loneliness of the magic world, or does he have other ideas, seeking new help?" "