Harry Potter and the Rise of the Ordinary Person Chapter 34:

　　 That night, Gryffindor’s common room was very lively. The four were sitting together by the window, and Hermione was checking their magic homework. Little Lori showed what is called Granger's care: she never let them copy. But after asking her to check, Harry and Ron always got the correct answer.

　　 Harry felt very upset. He wanted to bring back "Quidditch", but Joe, Ron and Hermione didn't want to go. Harry had to go to Snape alone.

　　 After a while, he came back, out of breath, looking like he had been running for a long time.

　　 "Did you get the book back?" As soon as Harry returned, Ron asked, "What's the matter?" Harry whispered what they saw.

　　 "Do you know what this means?" Harry said breathlessly, "He tried to blindfold the three-headed dog on Halloween! He was going when we saw him that night It was there—he was looking for what the dog was guarding! I bet with my broom that he must have let the troll in first and distract him!" Hermione’s eyes opened wide.

　　 "No, he won't," she said, "I know other people are not very good, but he doesn't want to steal the things that Dumbledore strictly collects.""

　　 Honestly, Hermione, do you think all the teachers are saints or something?" Ron interrupted her. "Like Harry, I think Snape will do something unusual. . But what is he looking for? What is that dog guarding? "The three are puzzled.

　　 "The boat will be straight at the end of the bridge, and I will know later." Joe stretched out and ended the conversation.

　　 The next morning, it was early and it was very cold. The school hall is full of delicious fried sausages, and people chattering excitedly are looking forward to a wonderful Quidditch game.

　　 But Harry felt very nervous, he couldn't eat anything, and then a group of people finally let him eat something.

　　 Around eleven o'clock, the students of the whole school seemed to have gathered in the stands of the Quidditch arena, and many of them were still wearing binoculars. The seats seem to be raised a bit, but because there are too many people, it is sometimes difficult to see the situation on the field.

　　 Joe, Ron and Hermione came to the top row and joined Neville, Seamus and Dean. Joe helped transform the sheet that was stained by little mice into a big banner that said "Potter will win." The master painter Dean also painted a huge Griffinton master under his banner. Then Joe released a small magic that allowed the lion to perform various actions and roar mightily.

　　 Soon, the teams from both sides came out. Gryffindor wore bright red jerseys and Slytherin wore green. The two sides stood face to face on the ground, waiting in full battle.

　　Ms. Hooch blew a silver whistle.

　　 Fifteen broomsticks rose, towering high, and the game began.

　　"Ghost Flying Ball was immediately snatched by Gryffindor’s Angelina Johnson-that girl is a really good chaser, and also very charming." "Jordan!" "I'm sorry, Professor." Lee Jordan, the friend of the Weasley brothers, was commenting on the game, and McGonagall stared at him closely.

　　" She acted so quickly and skillfully passed it to Alia Spinnet, who is really a master of Oliver Wood. She was the only backup for Johnson last year-no, Slytherin captain Marcus grabs When it came to the Guifei Ball, he flew like an eagle, and he was about to score...Ah! No, Gryffindor goalkeeper Wood stopped him with a beautiful interception. The Guifei Ball returned to Granville. The hands of the Fendor team-Gryffindor chaser Katie Bell swiftly passed by Flint, he rose from the ground-oh, there may be someone injured over there, and was walked away by one The ball was hit from the back of the head-Slytherin got the ghost fly ball again, Drian Pursey accelerated towards the scoring point, but was blocked by another walker-the walker was unknown to Fred or George Weasley moved aside, it was hard to tell the two twins apart-Gryffindor's batsman played so well, Johnson controlled the ghost fly again, and she flew to the gap ahead-she really He flew up, dodges the fast rushing ball, and the scoring point is just ahead-hurry up! Angelina-the opponent's goalkeeper Blake intervenes to intercept, oh, missed-Gran The Fendor team scored." The Gryffindor faction cheered excitedly and yelled and screamed at the Slytherin faction.

　　 "Squeeze over there, borrow light, and give way." "Hagrid!" Ron two squeezed, vacating seats for Hagrid.

　　 "I could have watched in my cabin," Hagrid said, tapping a pair of large binoculars hanging around his neck, "but the atmosphere here is different. There is no trace of the golden snitch yet. "I didn't see it," Ron said. "Harry hasn't done much yet." "Don't be bored, dull, something happened over there." Hagrid said, raising his binoculars and staring. In the sky, Harry became a small black spot in the sky, and he was gliding in the sky, squinting to find the trace of the snitch.

　　This is part of his game plan with Wood.

　　 "If you don't see the Snitch, go to the side and don't attack." Wood once said to him, "We don't want you to be noticed and attacked so quickly." After Angelina scored, Harry turned After a few hall fights to express his excitement, now he returned to his original position, looking for the thief, Harry saw a golden flash, but it was just the reflection of one of the Weasley twins’ watch in the sun That's it. At this moment, the wandering ball rushed towards him like a cannonball, Harry dodged it, and Fred Weasley hurriedly pursued it from behind.

　　 "All right, Harry?" As he pursued the stray ball fiercely, there was still time to look back and shout to Harry.

　　 "Now Slytherin gets the ball," Lee Jordan explained. "The chaser Pusay dodges two walking balls, and dodges the Weasley brothers and a chaser Bell, and accelerates towards Before-wait a minute-is that a thief?" A golden light passed from Derian Pursey's left ear, but because he was busy passing the ghost fly ball without noticing, the crowd immediately commotion, sending out buzzing.

　　 Harry saw it, and he dived down excitedly, chasing the golden light. The opponent's Seeker Terence Higgins also found the target and immediately dashed down-all the chasers seemed to have forgotten that they were playing and just stopped in mid-air to watch.

　　 Harry is faster than Higgins—he saw the ball, flapped his wings, and galloped ahead—he speeded up...Boom! An angry roar came from under the Gryffindor faction-it turned out that the other party's Marcus Flint deliberately blocked Harry's way, and Harry's broomstick deviated from the original flight direction, almost killed.

　　 "Foul!" the Gryffindor screamed.

　　 Mrs. Hooch scolded Flint and gave Gryffindor a free throw, but in the chaos, the Snitch of course disappeared without a trace.

　　 In the stands, Dean Thomas yelled, "Punish him! Referee! Red card!" "This is not football, Dean." Ron reminded him, "In Quidditch, you can't Punish anyone to play—and what's the red card?" But Hagrid supported Dean.

　　 "They have to change the rules. Flint can't hit Harry like that." Lee Jordan found it difficult to say which side he supported.

　　 "So-after the obvious and repulsive cheating..." "Jordan!" Professor McGonagall shouted.

　　 "I mean, after the obvious and hateful foul..." "Jordan! I warn you..." "Okay, okay. Flint almost killed Gryffindor's search for the ball Hand, I believe this can happen to anyone. The Slytherin team has been punished, no problem, the game starts, and the Gryffindor team continues to control the ball." Harry flashed another dangerously from him. Wandering ball flying on. But at this time, his broomstick suddenly tilted horribly. He felt that he was about to fall, and he was busy holding the broomstick tightly with his hands and knees. This was the first time this happened.

　　 is here again, as if the broom is about to throw him down, but it doesn't seem to let him fall. Harry tried to turn to his goal post; he kind of wanted to ask Wood to call a timeout because he felt as if he had lost control of the broomstick and he couldn't call it. The broom zigzag in the air, shaking violently, and making a huge dedicated noise, almost knocking Harry off.

　　 Lee is still explaining.

　　" Flint of Slytherin controlled the ghost fly ball and passed Alia and Bell, but the wandering ball hit his face, ha! I hope to break his nose—just a joke, professor— Slytherin scored, oh, bad..." the Slytherin cheered. It seemed that no one had noticed Harry's broom behaving abnormally. It slowly raised him, away from the field, trembling violently on the way.

　　 "I don't know what Harry is doing," Hagrid muttered, staring at him with binoculars. "I suspect his broomstick is out of control...but it shouldn't?" Suddenly, on the stands. The people at's all pointed at Harry, his broomsticks began to fall, and the audience held their breath.

　　 Harry's broom rolled up again, and he held it reluctantly, teetering. The audience below gasped. At this moment, the broom jogged again violently, swaying Harry out, and now he has only one hand to hold the broom and hang it.

　　 "What happened when Flint intercepted him?" Seamus asked in a low voice.

　　 "No," Hagrid said, "Nothing can interfere with broomsticks except black magic—no one can have such an effect on Halo 2000." After hearing this, Hermione took the sea. Grid's binoculars, instead of looking at Harry in the air, she searched the audience nervously.

　　 "What are you doing?" Ron muttered, his face grim.

　　 "I see," Hermione said loudly, "Snape—look!" Ron grabbed the binoculars. Snape was sitting in the opposite stand, his eyes locked on Harry, muttering something.

　　 "He is casting a spell on the broomstick." Hermione said.

　　 "No, Hermione." Joe interrupted her and said, "Quiro over there is also casting a spell."

　　"What should we do?"

　　 "Where are you going to Quirrell, and where do I go to Snape."

　　 "Okay!" Before Roth could speak, the two ran away. Ron turned the binoculars at Harry again, and saw that his broom was shaking more severely, and he was about to fall. All of them stood up and watched worriedly. It was really thrilling. The Weasley brothers flew forward and tried to pull Harry onto one of their broomsticks, but they were unsuccessful—every time they approached, the broomstick would raise a bit. They descended below Harry~IndoMTL.com~If he fell, everyone would be able to catch him. At this time, taking advantage of their distraction, the opponent's Marcus Flint caught the ghost fly ball and made five shots, but no one paid attention to him.

　　 "Hurry up, Hermione, Joe." Ron whispered hopelessly.

　　 Hermione rushed towards the seat behind Quirrell. She was walking fast behind him. When approaching him, she crouched down, pulled out her wand, and chanted a spell at him. A bright blue flame spurted from her wand and hit Quirrell's hem. And Joe cast the same spell on Snape.

　　 About thirty seconds later, the two people discovered that they were on fire. The two quickly ran back along the seat without knowing it

　　 That's enough. Harry, who was in the air, was suddenly able to climb back to his broomstick.

　　 "Neville, you can watch it!" Ron said. For the past five minutes, Neville kept crying with his face buried in Hagrid's wallet.

　　 Harry landed quickly to the ground. He covered his mouth with his hands, as if about to vomit. He fell on all fours—coughing—a golden object fell into his hand.

　　 "I caught the Snitch!" he yelled, waving his hands on his head, and the game was over, and people were still puzzled.

　　 "He didn't catch the Snitch, he almost swallowed it!" Twenty minutes later, Flint was still yelling, but to no avail-Harry did not commit any fouls and Lee Jordan was yelling happily Announce the result of the game-Gryffindor defeated Slytherin by 170:60. However, Harry did not listen to the results. He, Joe, Ron, and Hermione returned to Hagrid’s cabin and enjoyed a cup of strong tea~IndoMTL.com~Bookers are welcome to visit and read, the latest, fastest and hottest serial. The works are all at ~IndoMTL.com~ For mobile phone users, please go to read it.