I wield a sword at Hogwarts

Looking blankly, what caught my eye was the fluorescence of luminous crystals everywhere. The giant dragon was either lying down or retracting its wings.

At least a thousand dragons.

Those fluorescent lights are like fireflies all over the sky, all over the valley.

The sky without dark clouds is filled with stars.

John looked at Luna's intoxication with the beautiful scenery under the starry sky, and he smiled tenderly and dotingly.

Fluorescence and starlight left traces on that beautiful face.

Ginny suddenly felt that it would be great if John was her brother.

He would never come over and yell at him for having several boyfriends.

…

the next day.

Harry had a strange dream.

In the dream Ron was chasing him with the batter's bat.

But soon, he would rather the Ron in his dream came out to replace the real Ron.

Ron was sullen to Ginny and Dean, and he was also stern to Hermione, sarcastic and sarcastic, leaving Hermione confused and aggrieved.

Ron became as irritable as a Blast-Ended Skrewt overnight.

Harry couldn't deal with him, so in order to ease the atmosphere, he took the initiative to say hello to Ginny.

Harry originally thought that Ginny would also be in a bad mood, but Ginny didn't seem to be affected.

But facing his brother Ron, he still snorted and walked away.

Poor training and Ron's bad temper made Harry confused.

Even Hermione was so angry by Ron's inexplicable temper that she went back to sleep.

Ron angrily scolded several first-year students who were staring at him, scaring them to death.

Then he walked back to the boys' dormitory with his head held high.

Harry felt tired for a while and hoped that Ron wouldn't be like this during training.

Another night passed.

What he hoped for didn't happen, and Ron's temper became even more explosive.

The technology plummeted even more, and everyone was yelled at.

McLagan scolded him directly, and the two almost came to blows.

Demelza cried in anger.

Batter Perks even held the heavy bat to vent his anger on Demelza.

Harry didn't even know if it was a good or bad thing for him to let Ron join the team.

But he had no choice, because the game was coming and he didn't have time to find another player.

He and Ron had talked about losing their temper, and if they couldn't get along well, then he would have no choice but to kick Ron.

As a result, Ron broke the pot and was about to quit.

This time Harry couldn't be dealt with, so he had to stabilize him.

The game is tomorrow, and he just hopes that something can happen to Slytherin so that this broken team can have a chance to survive.

Otherwise, the current team would be seeking death against Slytherin.

McLaggen, the arrogant keeper, and Ron, the irascible chaser.

While Harry was eating, he was thinking about how he could get Ron back to where he was last term.

Harry even wanted to use provocation to get Ron into that explosive state of unwillingness to admit defeat.

But it didn't work. The premise of provocation was that the person had fighting spirit, and Ron just lay down.

At night Harry lay there for a long time.

Like a bolt of lightning striking down in the dark night, an idea flashed in his mind.

…

The next morning, there was a match against Slytherin today.

The Gryffindor table was ablaze with red and gold. When Harry and Ron came over, the students cheered enthusiastically.

Ron still looked depressed.

"Tea?" Harry asked Ron. "Coffee? Pumpkin juice?"

"Whatever." Ron frowned and took a bite of bread depressedly.

Hermione walked over without sitting down.

She was also fed up with Ron's weird and prickly temper.

But she paused as she passed by, "How do you two feel?"

Harry was busy handing a glass of pumpkin juice to Ron, "Here, Ron, drink it."

"Don't drink, Ron!" Hermione shouted suddenly.

Ron's movement to drink stopped and he and Harry looked up at Hermione.

"Why?" said Ron, who had calmed down a bit.

Hermione stared at Harry blankly, unable to believe her eyes, "You just put something in that drink."

Harry pretended to be confused and said, "What did you say?"

"I saw it all," Hermione's eyes widened, "What did you pour into Ron's drink just now, and now you're still holding the bottle in your hand!"

"I don't understand what you're saying." Harry continued to pretend to be confused, and deliberately let Ron see him stuffing the bottle into his pocket.

Hermione couldn't believe that her friend was going to cheat, and she warned Ron: "Ron, I'm warning you, don't drink!"

But Ron thought of Harry's actions and understood something. He quickly picked up the cup and drank it all in one gulp, and then said: "Stop telling me what to do, Hermione."

Hermione was shocked and angry. She whispered to Harry: "I can't believe you would do this. It is against the rules to use Felixir in Quidditch!"

Harry continued to pretend not to understand.

The time was almost up and the Gryffindors were striding towards the stadium.

"You're lucky that the weather is so nice, aren't you?" Harry asked Ron.

"Yeah." Ron still looked depressed, as if he was very weak.

Just then, Ginny ran over and shouted: "You will never believe what happened, Draco Malfoy called in sick!"

Not to mention Ron, even Harry was in disbelief: "He is sick? What disease?"

Ginny snorted and said happily: "It seems that I hit my neck. I guess it was Daphne Greengrass."

Well, Malfoy was caught on a date with Astoria by Daphne yesterday, and ended up being hung up.

Ron thought of something, and his eyes gradually glowed.

"We are so lucky, I didn't expect it, hey!" He wanted to confirm, and whispered to Harry: "Do you have my glass of pumpkin juice..."

Harry just raised his eyebrows and said something about the game coming soon.

This excited Ron.

This is true even for the Gryffindor team, with Malfoy being the Seeker and captain of Slytherin.

Without Malfoy, there is no backbone.

They were so excited that they didn't even bother to find out who Slytherin's new Seeker was.

Put on your team uniform in the locker room and walk out with high spirits.

In the auditorium, the students were clearly differentiated. The red and golden sea of ​​people cheered, but the green and silver sea of ​​people on the other side were very quiet.

Thinking that he had heard the news, the corners of Harry's mouth raised.

Until his eyes glanced at Luna among the Ravenclaw crowd.

Instead of wearing a big lion, she held a scarf with a snake's head and tail in both hands.

Ron lowered his voice and said excitedly: "I'm so lucky today."

At this time, the Slytherin team came out.

They were delayed a moment ago, so they were slower.

The moment they appeared, the crowd quietly erupted.

When the first person walks out of the channel.

"Cheers for our king!" Blaise Zabini shouted to the sky.

The Slytherin student raised his wand, and green smoke rushed over the field.

They gathered into the Slytherin symbol and turned into an emerald snake, spitting out the letter towards Gryffindor and hissing.

"For glory!"

The uniform voice drowned out the cheers from the audience.

…

Chapter 446 The sense of oppression belonging to Slytherin

Lucky day?

No!

This is the most unlucky day.

When the pressure that overwhelmed the whole place appeared, Gryffindor's hands and feet were cold.

A man slowly walked out of the locker room passage, his body seemed to be torn out of the shadows.

Black hair, brown eyes.

That indifferent look only appeared on high platforms.

The shadow reluctantly left, wearing the green uniform on his body like a royal robe upon ascending to the throne.

The Firebolt broom in his hand is the supreme scepter.

Even just showing up brought Slytherin's entire morale to its peak.

The focus of the entire audience was focused on one person, and not even Harry Potter could snatch it away.

John Wick.

"No! How could it be him!" Ron, who just said he was so lucky, couldn't hold back.

Yes, how could it be him.

O king who sits high on the throne, why do you go down into the mire and join the company of your subjects?

John said that if Malfoy hadn't almost broken his neck when Daphne hit him with an upside-down golden clock, he wouldn't have played.

It can only be said that Daphne finally realized that Malfoy could not withstand the curse.

So I can only temporarily act as a seeker.

The only people who allowed Slytherins to fly Firebolts were John and Malfoy.

As for tactics?

Just push the trident tactic flat.

As long as John is on the field, it is enough to increase the morale of Slytherin's players by +100 and intimidate the enemy by +10,000.

Asking for the psychological shadow of Gryffindor at this moment.

John walked towards Ms. Hooch and looked at Harry opposite.