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Harry turned away from the others and flew to the far end of the field, where Ron retreated to the opposite goal.

Angelina raised the Quaffle with one hand and threw it hard at Fred, then passed it to George, passed it to Harry, and when it passed to Ron, Malfoy's team in Slytherin led the crowd and sang in unison, 'Gryffindor lost badly, Weasley's little fool, he couldn't catch a ball'.

Ron didn't catch it.

He lunged to the ground to catch the Quaffle before it hit the ground. By the time Ron returned to the pass level, they could clearly see that his face was flushed, and it was hard to tell that he was even more red than Quaffle.

"Pass Ron," Angelina cried, as if nothing had happened.

Ron tosses the Quaffle to Angelina, then passes it back to Harry, then to George. George passes the ball to Angelina, and she passes it to Harry.

"Hey, Potter, how do you feel about your scars?" called Malfoy, "are you sure you don't need to lie down—?"

Harry grabbed it with the tip of his finger and quickly passed it to Ron. Seeing that Harry was unaffected and about to pass the ball out, Draco hurriedly gestured.

"Gryffindor lost badly, Weasley's little idiot, he couldn't catch a ball. This time, even some people in the neighborhood sang along.

Ron rushed over, only to lose it an inch away.

"Ron," Angelina said unhappily. He lunges to the ground again, chasing the Ghost Flyball. "Concentrate!"

But when Ron flew high again, Malfoy and the Slytherin team laughed and howled.

They kept trying to pass and catch the ball, but every time they got to Ron, they got into trouble, and the Slytherin singing burned Ron. His face grew redder and redder, almost like a large firefly, glittering in the distance.

Angelina gave up trying again and moved on to other training. They take out their bats, Bludgers, and the Golden Snitch, and each flies to their place.

"I don't think it's a wise decision, and Ron is obviously going to have a breakdown at any moment. Phoenix said to Brace, and the people next to him were all happily singing along to Draco, but everyone was in a different key, and it sounded weird.

"He's so mentally poor that Draco might be able to do something unexpected in the game. ”

"It's not just Ron now," Phoenix pointed at Angelina, who was so stiff that she almost missed Katie's pass, "but they sang too badly." ”

"It would be nice to influence them. Brace applauded when he saw Weasley nearly hit Harry in the jaw with a stick.

"Oh, I can't take it anymore. Phoenix walked towards the crowd.

He felt that the sound they were making now was complete noise, and that there was a mixture of them after all. Some people saw the performance of the Gryffindor team and began to laugh at it.

"The lyrics are good, what the hell can be sung. Phoenix's voice was magically amplified and could be heard throughout the stadium, "I'll do it, you guys who don't have a full voice." ”

With that, he waved his wand, and several more musical instruments appeared around him.

"You lied and caught the ball in me. You can't lie, because we're friends—" Phoenix opened up, and the people next to him looked incredulous, they didn't know that Phoenix had a hand for singing.

But of course, he's not good at songs. But Phoenix is a magician, and that solves a lot of problems.

Cash-colored lyrics floating in the air.

"I really fell and fell to the ground. How can you laugh when you know. How can you laugh when you know I'm down. Baby, you know I'm down! yes I'm falling!" the Gryffindor team all froze in the air, and then Angelina shouted for everyone not to be distracted, but to no avail, their movements were out of shape.

Weasley reacted and slammed the Bludger into the Phoenix stands. Suddenly, a figure was in the way of the ball, and Harry reached forward, apparently about to catch the Golden Snitch.

There was a loud bang, and Harry was hit and fell to the ground, and the people around him sang even louder after Phoenix.

"Oh, no, no!Fred!" Angelina shouted at Weasley as she caught Harry in the midst of the chaos. But the trouble wasn't over, and Katie's Quaffle thrown at Ron was caught, but with his own face.

Ron was knocked unconscious, and half of his body slid off the broomstick and floated to the ground. Another Weasley and a chaser rushed down to catch Ron before he could actually fall to the ground.

Angelina scrambled to get everyone to land, arranging for Harry and Ron to be taken to the school hospital. Even from a distance, he could see that the new captain of the Gryffindor team was probably about to burst into tears.

It is understandable that the first time I was a captain to organize training, I was mixed up like this. When he raised his head, he found that there seemed to be more people around him, and even the figure on the opposite side had increased.

Seeing Gryffindor leave, Phoenix also stopped.

But now everyone else stopped doing it, and everyone shouted, "Keep singing—"

"One more—"

Looking at the large group of people who suddenly appeared out of nowhere, Phoenix was really a little overwhelmed. Later, Draco told him that when he heard that Slytherin was causing trouble for the Quidditch team again, the other Gryffindors rushed over to show their support, and people from the other houses came to watch the excitement.

As a result, after Phoenix started singing, people kept calling their friends over, and as soon as it spread to hundreds, more and more people came. In the end, it was time for a real Quidditch match.

"Well, damn it. I shackled myself again," Phoenix touched his nose.

The crowd shouted again. Seeing that he couldn't hide - the surrounding Slytherins betrayed him and wouldn't let him slip away. Phoenix rummaged through his pockets, which he had cast a Traceless Stretching Charm on, hoping that he had released some books like songs. All he had listened to was pure music, and the lyrics just now were completely made up while singing.

He put his whole arm in his pocket, and finally pulled out a magazine that the old professor had given him during the summer vacation. He hadn't read it yet, and he hoped he could use it.

The people were louder and louder, and there were more people, mixed with some angry voices.

Magazine title: Commemorating the 50th Anniversary of the Anti-Fascist War. There are several celebratory songs in it, the original language in Russian was specially translated into English by the magazine.

Phoenix didn't care so much and just put out the lyrics, singing in his own imaginary tone: "Just as the pear blossoms are blooming all over the world, the river floats with a soft light veil—"

All of a sudden, people became quiet. Now Phoenix really regrets why he used this magic, which was originally invented by a wizard who wanted to imitate the mermaid's song, but when he succeeded, he found that this magic seemed to be of little use. It was not until the end of the 19th century that it suddenly became popular because it could make people sing and successfully attract people's attention. It was a common means of confession at that time.

Katyusha stood on the steep shore, singing like a bright spring light. The girl was singing a beautiful song, and she was singing about the eagle of the steppe—"It's a strange lyric, but since it's a song about the war, it shouldn't be too weird," Phoenix thought to himself. In fact, he was just reciting the lyrics, and through the change of magic, it was another voice that came to people's ears.

Some in the crowd were moved to tears by Phoenix's slow, low, slightly sad singing that seemed to hit the soul, and now he understood why the magic was popular. It's really a good helper for bubble girls, maybe after today, this magic will be hot for a while.

After singing a song, Phoenix was still surrounded by the crowd. He had no choice but to sing one more song, but luckily the magazine translated several songs.

"In the middle of the night the garden is silent, only the wind sings softly, and the night is so good, and the heart is so hearty. On this enchanting evening, the long night was fast by, and the sky was dark—"Until noon, Phoenix was running out of songs from magazines." The surrounding Slytherins knew that Phoenix was singing at the magazine, and looking at his embarrassed face, they knew that the song inside was finished.

He glared at Draco fiercely.

Draco knew that it would be enough to play any longer, and squeezed in with Crabbe and Goyle, and rushed towards the castle with Phoenix in his arms. A large group of girls scrambled to catch up, and this time the Slytherins were finally not playing, and they formed a human wall to block the way of the others. (To be continued.) )