The Existence of Harry Potter

The return of the missing persons, ah, this time it stopped for a month plus seven or eight days, breaking the record again!

During this time, I helped someone change the text. Well, it's not HP, it's unlimited. The first and second volumes of the infinite world have been changed for more than 20 days, and then the seventh volume is being revised. After that, 3656 will be changed. Others It depends on the situation.

It's been a long time since I got to the starting point, and I found that I had lost more than 300 items in my collection. It was so terrifying, I was so frightened that I lost all the seeds.

Update things, take your time, anyway, I will continue to write, even if the collection drops to 1, well, it is my own collection, even if I am the only one left, I will finish writing it.

By the way, today's update was promised the day before yesterday, and then voted tonight to update this or another book.

Stop the nonsense, let’s go to the main text below, and then I plan to update three chapters next week, and finish the second volume this month.

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"Hehe, they're here."

Asker put down the binoculars in his hand, glanced at Gemma with a frosty face, shrugged his shoulders, and started walking towards the exit of the stand.

For him, the game is over.

For some, the game has only just begun.

Jama stood on the edge of the stand. Although it was crowded, the surrounding students still squeezed out a space for her. Against the railing, Gemma could see what was happening on the field without binoculars—

The rest of the Gryffindor team is finally on the Quidditch pitch!

It's a bad thing, for the Slytherins; it's a great thing, for the Gryffindors.

The Slytherins on the field stopped at the same time and looked down at the group of old enemies standing beside Mrs. Hooch. They seemed to be arguing about something, but it didn't take long to end, and the six people flew on flying brooms. Come up, the rest exit the pitch.

"What's going on?" someone from the Slytherin team asked loudly, his tone was full of doubts and surprises, but also a little nervous.

Marcus's hand holding the broom rattled, making people wonder if he would break the flying broom, he glared at the person who asked this stupid question, and groaned with suppressed anger: "What's the matter? We have Trouble!"

As if to confirm the correctness of what he said, Angelina Johnson, the Chaser of the Gryffindor team took Harry's pass and charged towards Slytherin aggressively.

"What are we going to do?" Derian Purse followed Angelina Johnson on his broomstick, and he seemed to have forgotten what to do to stop the Gryffindor Chaser, only in her Wandering around, like an escort.

"Idiot!" Marcus felt that his lungs were about to explode, and he yelled at Derian and everyone else at the same time: "However they climbed up, we will send them down again!" After that, He twisted his broom and ran over Angelina like a heavy tank, while making a cooperative gesture to Derian.

Nodding forcefully, Derian pushed towards Angelina with a dark face. Taking advantage of the good performance of his flying broom and his stronger physical strength, he kept making small moves to destroy the female Seeker. balance and rhythm. When she was trying to pass the ball, Derian hit it hard, and Angelina, who was holding a flying broom in one hand, could only hurriedly throw the ball out, and then quickly retracted her hand to stabilize the flying broom.

"Whoosh!"

Although the flight path of the Quaffle was a little off, it was finally caught by Angelina's friend Alia Spinnet, but Slytherin's usual close-fitting interference was extremely skilled. Almost at the same time, Monta S. Lance swooped down from the sky, and when he passed Arya, he used the cover of the angle of view to grab the tail of the flying broom and shake it vigorously.

The flying broom lost control in an instant. Arya held the Quaffle under her armpit and controlled the flying broom with one hand to fall downward. Monta followed closely, chasing after him.

"Monta, be careful!"

Marcus's voice entered Monta's ears, and when he was still wondering, out of the corner of his eye, he caught a glimpse of one of the Weasley twins swinging a bat with a stern face, and then looked horrified at the face. Monta made a gesture of waving goodbye.

"goodbye!"

George Weasley watched with satisfaction as the Quaffle hit the rear of Nimbus 2001. Although he didn't let the guy out, he would be much more honest when he was so frightened. George felt that the resentment he had held in his heart had been vented a lot. He had always been the one to rectify others. He didn't expect to be rectified by the scumbags of Slytherin today, which made him feel embarrassed and ashamed of capsize in the gutter.

Thinking about how to get back on the field, George didn't forget to observe the situation on the court, and couldn't help frowning.

The Slytherin team is not useless, their players are no worse than Gryffindor, but they have always been accustomed to winning with small means and people look down on them. Slytherin used to be a one-on-one personal defense. If the skill is not good, one-on-one is the delivery of food. Later, it developed into a two-person attack, with two-to-one, and sometimes a head-on collision with one person to form a three-match. an absolute advantage.

Under the command of Marcus, after being flustered for a while, the Slytherin team regained their original feeling. It was not the first time they played against Gryffindor, and they quickly entered the state. Not only that, but they soon discovered something that surprised and excited them—

The Gryffindor team is not in good shape!

A lot of times the Slytherin guys just need a simple dash to force the Gryffindor guys to concede the ball, a lot of times they dodge as much as they can, it looks like it's folded out of paper, fragile , vulnerable.

"What the **** are they doing!" Ron slammed the armrest hard and shouted angrily, "Didn't you eat in the morning? I'd be better than them!"

Hermione was panting when she heard Ron's complaint as soon as she climbed up. She didn't want to be as knowledgeable as such a person, but she wouldn't pretend that she didn't hear anything. So, she added an understatement next to her: "Is it too embarrassing to say that when the academy team is not recruited?"

After speaking, Hermione didn't care what Ron's reaction was, she could go down as she came up, and it was meaningless to have general knowledge with such a person. There's no point in arguing with such people until you can actually shut them up.

Ron was naturally very upset when he heard the words. He heard that it was Hermione's voice, but when he was about to find her for a theory, he found that she had left here.

A punch on the cotton was probably what Ron felt at this time.

So, Ron continued to vent his dissatisfaction with words, and showed his strength by belittling the players on the court. Gradually, there were fewer and fewer people around him, and everyone looked at him with strange eyes, but he He didn't realize it, he was intoxicated in his own little world.

"In my place, I'll be able to teach the Slytherins how to behave!"

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Hermione came down from the stand. There was no one below. She didn't care much about the result of the game now. After thinking about it, she was going to read a book in the library. Obviously, this matter makes more sense, doesn't it?

On the way back, at the entrance of the castle, Hermione met Ask.

"Yo, long time no see!" Aske greeted.

"We only met in the morning."

"Well, that's true, but why do I feel like we haven't seen each other in months." Asker put one hand across his chest, one elbow on that hand, and his fist pressed against his chin like a It looked very distressed: "Is there something wrong with my memory again?"

Hermione glanced at Asker and said angrily, "Are you sick again?"

"Who knows." Ask shrugged his shoulders, lowered his hands, looked at Hermione carefully, and asked, "Who won?"

"How do I know, the UU reading www.uukanshu.com competition is not over yet."

Asker looked at Hermione as if he had discovered a new world: "Interesting, you left before the game was over."

"Aren't you the same?"

"The problem is that I've never watched a whole Quidditch match." Asker pointed out Hermione's mistake with a smile, "Every time there are things like that, I don't have a chance to watch it. However, There is no need to watch this game anymore, the outcome is already decided.”

"Is all this [again] what you expected?"

Hermione's answer was a little hard and her tone was a little harsh. She was in a very bad mood now, and the culprit behind all this was the one standing in front of her. Hermione's patience was the result of not having an immediate attack.

"It was." Asker admitted without modesty, "Even if I don't do anything, this game will still end with Gryffindor winning, because Gryffindor is better than Slytherin now!"

Hermione snorted and turned her head to the side. "That's not like what a Slytherin student would say."

Asker asked back, "You think I'm a Slytherin student?"

"Are you a student of Gryffindor?"

"Do we say this makes sense?"

Asker waved his hand, raised his head and looked at the sky. It was only noon, and it was a rare sunny day. It was not good to stay indoors.

"I'll take you to a fun place to play."

"Where?"

"Forbidden Forest."