The sun's dazzling light began to fade, and gradually the sky was indigo with pale pink streaks. When the score was 420 to 70, Phoenix www.biquge.info was not in command, and let them rely on tacit understanding and cooperation like training. It's not going to be that lucky every game, that's what they're supposed to do.

Phoenix flew very slowly in the heights, watching the game like a spectator, occasionally dodging one or two of the incoming Bludgers. Slytherin shouted hoarsely, and the others were no better. No one has ever seen a game that lasts so long – at least not in the varsity league.

Gryffindor played tenaciously, and Ginny and Katie continued to try to break through Daphne's defence and keep them from going down in history. But in vain, the score grew bigger and bigger, and Slytherin became more and more powerful.

With the Suns only halfway down, Phoenix decided to end the game and look for the Golden Snitch. Because it lasted too long, the players of both teams couldn't bear it, so they had to replace the substitute players. That's not fun, and it's boring to stay on the broom all the time. He's not like the rest of the team, he's immersed in the game.

After another five minutes, a large sign was erected in the Slytherin stands: Potter was awake but not allowed to be discharged.

At this point, the crowd was exhausted and lazily waving flags, and the quiet scene on the Quidditch pitch was rather eerie. It doesn't matter if Potter comes back or not. Phoenix didn't care about that message either, the score gap was too big.

"I think Peverell of Slytherin has seen the Snitch!" Zacharith Smith said into the magic microphone, "yes, he must have seen something!"

Everyone just looked at Phoenix, who was sprinting from a high place, and let out some faint calls.

In the crimson sun, the Gryffindor goal shone brightly.

The wind whistled in his ears, and Smith's commentary, or the noise of the audience, could not be heard. He caught someone flying over, but he was the only one on the field who could catch or touch the Golden Snitch. Reaching out and lunging towards the flapping ball, it grabbed it.

Didn't wait for Phoenix to make any more moves.

A sharp pain of dizziness—a flash of light—a distant scream—and then it seemed to fall in a long tunnel—

Who is it!?Phoenix's last thought before he fell unconscious.

The next thing Phoenix knew was to find himself lying on an unusually warm and comfortable bed, looking at a chandelier that cast a golden circle of light on the hazy ceiling. The image was surprisingly blurry, and I don't know if it was due to a problem with his eyes or a long sleep. He looked up with difficulty, and saw a girl on his left who was familiar with the silver hair.

"You're awake. Daphne said with a grin.

Phoenix blinked and looked around. The sky outside was pitch black and starry. Phoenix's head sank strangely, and he raised his hand and felt for a large circle of stiff bandages, like an Arab turban. I don't know where I am, and my confusion makes him nauseous and has a headache.

"How-w-wow-" He was horrified to find himself speechless

"A shattered skull, plus a mild concussion, six fractures all over the body—" Madam Pomfrey hurried over and pressed him back onto the pillow, "Don't worry, I'll be cured in no time, but you're going to stay for two days, and don't overexert yourself for a few hours, and it's best not to use your brain." Wait for the concussion to resolve. ”

"Love—say" Phoenix wanted to ask what was going on, but couldn't put it into words.

"It's not a big problem to have a confused mind for a while, but tomorrow will be fine. Madam Pomfrey checked and chased the other Slytherins away.

She hurried back to the office, and Phoenix poured back into the pillow. As soon as the Slytherins left, Hermione scurried out of nowhere.

"Are you alright?" Hermione looked at him worriedly, "Madame Pomfrey said that if you can't sleep on your own, it's good to be awake. Do you want to listen to the story—"

"Hermione, please I need to rest too. The voice was Harry, he said through gritted teeth.

"Shut up and listen!" Hermione waved her wand, her eyes were gentle at Phoenix, but he thought to himself that he might be mentally retarded now, "McLagan, that thug - I think it might be good for you to listen to some fairy tales, you are now confused by logic and can't use your brain." ”

Phoenix grabbed Hermione's hand, he had difficulty speaking now, and he had to resist intense feelings of vertigo and headaches, as if his whole body came to life, and all kinds of information converged into his brain.

"Once upon a time, there were three brothers on a secluded path. It was nearly dusk, and as they walked, they came to a river, the water was too deep to wade through, and it was too dangerous to swim through. However, the three brothers are proficient in magic, and with a wave of their wands, a bridge appears on the unpredictable water. As they reached the middle of the bridge, a hooded figure blocked their way—"

It took a while for Phoenix to understand what Hermione had told him.

He shook his head, motioning not to listen to this.

"How about ——? you've heard?" said Hermione, "the wizard's hairy heart—oh, the name of the story, doesn't sound good. Good luck spring, this one sounds good. ”

After reading it, Hermione said in amazement, "Look, there's Professor Dumbledore's comment down here, he's read the book." ”

Phoenix blinked, not knowing if he meant it.

Hermione read the comment to him.

Fountain of Good Luck is a long-loved story that has been so loved for a long time that it has been rehearsed as a Christmas pantomime at Hogwarts celebrations.

Professor Herbert Billley, the herbology teacher at the time, was an avid drama lover and offered to adapt the beloved children's story into a Christmas show for teachers and students to enjoy. I was a young Transfiguration teacher at the time, and Herbert assigned me to be responsible for "special effects", which included providing a fully functional fountain of good luck, as well as a small grassy slope.

I think, without boasting, that both my fountain of good fortune and the grassy slopes have conscientiously and responsibly fulfilled the tasks assigned to them. Then, the rest of the crew couldn't say the same.

Suffice it to say one thing: no sooner had the curtain opened than Professor Kettleburn's "earthworm" suddenly exploded, sending up a cloud of red-hot sparks and dust, filling the auditorium with smoke and splinters of scenery. The huge fiery eggs it laid at the foot of my mountain set the floor on fire, and "Armata" and "Asha" battled each other in a duel, and Professor Billley was drawn into their battle. The intense fire swept through the stage, threatening to engulf the entire auditorium, and the teachers and students had to evacuate from the auditorium. The end result of that night's performance was that the hospital was overcrowded, and it took months for the pungent smell of burnt wood in the auditorium to dissipate—

"It's time for him to rest when visitation is over. Madame Pomferet came in to remind her, interrupting the rest of the conversation.

"I'll come back tomorrow and have a good rest. Phoenix grabbed her hand and didn't want Hermione to leave, "Don't make a fuss—"

Hermione finally gave Phoenix a quick kiss before she was able to get out.