As a Defence Against the Dark Arts professor, Lockhart was given the homework assignment of writing a poem about his victory over Wagga Wagga, and the best of the best would receive several autographed copies of "Me Who Can Magic".

Seriously, Neville is starting to miss Quirrell, aside from his identity and deliberately stuttering, his classes are still relatively normal, and Neville's final exam results are not bad after listening carefully and taking notes and completing homework on time.

But Lockhart ...... If the final exam questions were on the same level as his current homework, Neville thought he could consider starting to improve his literary literacy now, and maybe he should borrow a few poetry books to come back and read them.

I don't know if there is an English collector's edition of "Jin X Mei" in the Hogwarts Great Library, I heard that it is one of the four famous works of a certain period in an ancient oriental country, Lyle said.

As for Neville's feelings, Harry and Ron were unimpressed, and Ron pointed out very bluntly:

"It's not about literary literacy, he just wants to see us tout him, I've never seen anyone so brazen. ”

Because of Lockhart's affairs, Hermione has quarreled with Ron several times, but Ron is still persistently walking on Lockhart's black road.

Fortunately, Hermione was relatively restrained, otherwise she would have spread the news about Ron Hellockhart, and the first person who would not let him go was Mrs. Weasley. If you're unlucky, maybe you can meet those legendary people who shout the slogans loudly, then you'll be in big trouble.

Those who are more brainless than brain-dead fans have a slogan to show their position and attitude.

"You don't believe in Lockhart, and you don't want to die, it really makes me very embarrassed!"

At the end of the lesson, tomorrow is the first Quidditch match, and as in previous years, Gryffindor vs. Slytherin is an adrenaline-pumping match that is by no means elegant and harmonious.

The next day, that is, Saturday morning, Harry woke up early, but instead of getting up immediately, he lay in bed for a while.

He was a little nervous thinking about the upcoming Quidditch match, mainly thinking about what Wood would say if the Gryffindor team lost, but also thinking about the team they were going to face on the fastest broomstick money could buy.

He had never been more eager to defeat the Slytherins, and even though they had overthrown Slytherin rule last year, it now seemed that the downed reactionary was not content to be swept into the dust.

If Harry was a believer in the ghost that loomed over Europe, he would have understood that this was the Hogwarts version of Imperialism's Imperialist Heart, and he would not be as nervous as he is now, after all, with faith, he naturally understands that all reactionaries are paper tigers.

Looking sideways, Neville has already gone out for morning practice, he doesn't have to play today, but he doesn't have to sit in the audience like before, there is a special bench for him to feel the atmosphere of the game.

There must be people with the label of green leaves in a person's circle of friends, and the meaning of his zài is to set off the red flower as the protagonist, and Neville is to set off Harry's green leaves, and the meaning is not only that.

Happiness is comparative, think about a game that has been training with the team for more than two months, Neville can only sit on the bench, when he can play is not yet known, Harry, who is already the absolute main force, will naturally not have any dissatisfaction.

It was a hot and humid day, and there was a faint sound of thunder in the air, which sounded a bit like Hagrid's snoring.

Neville rides a broomstick for his daily practice, which is one of the extra training elements he now has every day, and the other is sleeping, coughing and meditating.

Compared to that training that didn't make any progress, Neville's flying skills have improved a lot. Although his talent is mediocre, his biggest advantage compared to others is his body, balance, strength and mental quality are excellent, if there is flying rugby, the kind of hard-hitting pure sports, he will definitely be the best.

It wasn't just Harry who woke up early today, but the rest of the Gryffindor team was also huddled around the long empty dining table, all of them looking nervous and silent.

The time was always coming, and as eleven o'clock approached, the whole school began to head to the Quidditch Stadium.

"Come on!"

"Teach Malfoy a good lesson for me!"

As Harry walked into the locker room, Ron and Hermione hurried over to cheer him on. He glanced at Neville, who was dressed in a bright red Gryffindor jersey and sat in the most inconspicuous position with a stern and serious expression.

Wood's pre-match encouragement made Harry almost think it was time for a fight, but last year's success gave Wood confidence and put a lot of pressure on him, especially this year when Slytherin was outfitted with the best broomstick money could buy so far.

Harry listened silently, and suddenly he heard his own name, and when he looked up, he saw Wood walking up to him, and said excitedly, "It's up to you, Harry! Either catch the Golden Snitch before Malfoy or die in the ring, Harry, because we have to win today, we have to win. ”

With that, Wood patted Harry on the shoulder, gave him a smile, and then gave him thirty-two thumbs up in his mind for his wit as he turned.

Ah, it's good to throw pressure on someone else.

Harry had always felt that if Neville was captain, maybe they would be able to attrition the opposing side in the opening game - Slytherin captain Flint glared at each other menacingly as he shook hands with Wood, and clenched each other's hands unnecessarily tightly.

"Listen to my whistle. Mrs. Hooch said, "Three-two-one!"

Shaking his head, he shook off the unrealistic ideas and waited for Mrs. Hooch's whistle to blow and Harry kicked lightly on the ground, soaring into the leaden grey sky.

He flew higher than all the team members, squinting and looking around for the Golden Snitch......

============= the ================ of the falling dividing line

The match ended with a victory for Gryffindor, and no one could have imagined that Harry, who had been harassed and attacked by the tampered Bludger, caught the Golden Snitch in a difficult move before falling off the broomstick.

In Lee Jordan's words, the ball could have been selected as one of the top 10 balls of the year, but at the time of the fall, Harry just thought that if Neville played as a batsman this time, that damn Bludger would never break his arm.

It hurt all over his body, but the eighty-percent broken arm didn't feel any sensation at all, lying on his back on the grass, the cold rain poured on his face, extremely happy.

He held up his hand holding the Golden Snitch aloft, and there was a tsunami-like cheer around him, which was his shining moment.

However, Harry's pupils suddenly dilated, and along with the raindrops, there was the Bludger who wanted his life, and at this time he had no strength to dodge.

"Boom!"

As Harry closed his eyes in resignation, he heard a muffled thud, and then he felt as if the rain had stopped, as no more rain had fallen on his face.

He opened his eyes to see a strangely shaped cake-like thing blocking the rain, and he turned his head, a familiar round face that gave him a long sigh of relief.

"It's you, Neville. ”

"Hmm. Holding the round cake in his hand, Neville frowned at Harry's deformed arm and asked a silly-sounding question, "Is your arm okay?"

"I don't feel it, I think it's broken. ”

Harry smiled wryly, saying that he was more upset than having a broken arm, and that he was going to drink Madam Pomfrey's bitter potion.

"What about Bludger?" he asked again.

"Right above you. Neville replied, puffing the injured round cake, "I'm sorry, I forgot to bring an umbrella with me when I rushed out, so I had to make do with it." ”

Harry: "......"