It looked like Ron and Hermione's friendship was over.

Both of them were furious, Harry didn't know how their relationship could be remedied, and Vio had been so elusive lately that he had simply disappeared at this juncture.

Harry felt a little regretful, if he had to do it all over again, he wouldn't have treated Vio with that attitude after hearing the truth in the bar that day, after all, it had nothing to do with her.

However, Harry didn't have time to find Vio, he was busy understanding what Ron and Hermione were saying and passing it on to each other.

Ron was angry that Hermione never took Crookshan's intention to eat Blob, never bothered to take a closer look at Crookshan, and still pretended to think that Crookshank was innocent at the moment, and even suggested that Ron go under all the boys' beds to find Spotted.

And, what made Ron most angry was that Hermione insisted that she would wait until Vio brought Blob to Ron and didn't explain the fact that Spotted was clearly at Vio's place but suddenly appeared and was "bitten to death", and she would never admit any of Ron's false accusations against Crookshank: "She's messing around! Does this still have to wait for Crook Mountain? Maybe Spotted misses me, so maybe Spotted came back and was bullied in Slytherin, you know it had a bit of a holiday with Goyle and Crabbe"

Hermione angrily said that Ron had no evidence that Crookshane had eaten the spots, that the yellow fur might have been there since Christmas, and that Ron had been prejudiced against her cat since the day Crookshane jumped on Ron's head in that magical zoo.

Harry couldn't figure out why Spotted had suddenly returned from Vio, but he did think that Crookshank had eaten Spotted, and tried to point out to Hermione that all the evidence pointed to this: the blood was found on Ron's bed, with cat hair and even a little bit of Spotted's brown hair.

At this point, Hermione lost her temper with Harry.

"Well, on Ron's side, I know you will," she said scathingly, "first the firebolts, now the Spotted." It's all my fault, isn't it, leave me alone, Harry, I have a lot to do! At the very least, I'm going to find out where Vio is!"

Ron was devastated to lose the mouse, but luckily there were hairballs, Doug and Lutra jumping on his shoulders to distract him.

He plucked the two little round things off his shoulders, and then looked at them with a wry brow, and said in a sad voice, "Well, don't jump, beware of attracting the attention of the dead fat cat again." If you both are unfortunate enough to be eaten, I'll swear to kill that cat."

"Alright, Ron. Haven't you been talking about how nasty Spotted is," Fred said briskly, "and it's been running out of energy for a long time, and it's just eating up a little bit of Santriel's rat food, maybe it's just because it ate all the food in Slytherin before it came back." Dying quickly is probably better for it. It probably didn't even feel it. ”

"Fred!" said Ginny indignantly.

"Spotted is just eating, sleeping, sleeping and eating all day long, Ron, that's what you said. George said.

"It bit Goyle for us once!" Ron said miserably, "remember, Harry?"

"Yes, there is such a thing. Harry said.

"That was its most glorious moment. Fred said, smiling on his face. "Let the scar on Goyle's finger be kept as a permanent memory of it. Oh, alright, Ron, reconcile with Hermione and buy another mouse. What's the use of lamenting?"

Harry convinces Ron to join him on the field to see the Gryffindor's last pre-match training session so that Ron can ride a firebolt after training as a last resort to cheer Ron. It seemed to make Ron forget about Blob for a moment ("Good idea, can I try playing with the ball too?"), so they went to the Quidditch pitch together.

Madame Hooch was still supervising the Gryffindor team's practice in order to keep an eye on Harry, and like everyone else, she raved about the firebolts. 、

Before training began, she held the firebow bolt in her hand. We will also provide professional advice to everyone.

If there's one downside to the Halo series, it's that the tail tip is a little sloped, and after a few years of use, you'll often find that this leaning can develop into a hindrance. They've also improved the handle, which is a little thinner than the Sweep series, which reminds me of the old Silver Arrows, but unfortunately they don't make Silver Arrows anymore, I learned to fly in Silver Arrows, which is a very delicate old broomstick......"

She continued, a little longer, until Wood said, "Uh, Lady Hooch, is it okay for Harry to get his firebolts back? Nothing else, it's just that we're going to train......"

"Oh, yes, then, here you go, Potter," said Mrs. Hooch, "I'm sitting here with Weasley......"

She and Ron left the pitch and sat in the stands around the pitch, where the Gryffindors gathered around Wood to listen to his final instructions for the next day's game.

"Harry, I just found out who the Ravenclaw Seeker is. It's Akihari. She's a fourth-grader, she's pretty good, I had hoped she wasn't in good shape, she had some problems with the injuries she had......" Wood frowned and said that it was a pity that Qiu Zhang had fully recovered. Then he added: "On the other hand, she is riding a Comet 260, which is a joke compared to a fire bolt." He cast a glowing admiring glance at Harry's broomstick and said, "Alright, buddies, begin!"

Harry finally stepped onto his firebolt and took off from the ground.

The fire bolts were even better than he had imagined.

With the slightest touch, it turns, as if in obedience to his thoughts rather than his grip. It moved through the pitch so fast that the stands turned a blurry green and grey, and Harry swerved so hard that Arya screamed, and then he went into a fully controlled drive, his toes brushing the blades of grass on the spicy field, and then rising again thirty, forty, fifty feet into the air......

"Harry, I've released the Golden Snitch!" Wood greeted.

Harry turned around and chased a Bludger towards the goal, and he easily overtook it, seeing the Golden Snitch flash out from behind Wood, and it didn't take Harry ten seconds to hold it in his hand.

The whole team cheered.

Harry made the Golden Snitch roll to the ground again, letting it roll for a minute, then he ran wildly, weaving his way between his teammates, spotting it lurking near Katie Bell's knees, so he skimmed around her and grabbed it again.

It's one of the best training sessions.

The members of the team, encouraged by the presence of fire-fighting bolts among them, did everything they could, and when everyone was back on the ground, Wood did not criticize him.

George Weasley pointed out that this was never the case.

"I don't think tomorrow will stop us!" Wood said, "unless, Harry, you've solved the trouble the Dementors have given you, haven't you?"

"Yes. Harry said, thinking of his weak Patronus and wishing it had been stronger.

"The Dementors won't show up, Oliver, Dumbledore has solved the puzzle. Fred said confidently.

"Well, hopefully they don't show up. Wood said, "No matter what, let's work hard and keep going." Let's go back to the building, go back early......"

"I'll wait and go back, Ron is going to ride a firebolt. Harry told Wood. As the rest of the team made their way to the locker room, Harry strode over to Ron, who climbed over the railing to meet him. Mrs. Hooch had fallen asleep in her seat.

"Come on. Harry said, handing the firebolt to Ron.

Ron mounted his broomstick in ecstasy, rising steeply in the twilight as Harry walked along the edge of the pitch, watching him.

When Mrs. Hodge awoke from her shock, nightfall had fallen.

She blames Harry and Ron for not waking her up, and insists that they go back to the castle.

Harry and Ron walked out of the twilight stand with the firebolts in their hands, discussing the firebolt's extremely smooth movements, superior acceleration, and precision in cornering. As they were halfway to the castle, Harry looked to his left and saw something that made his heart tighten, a pair of eyes that glowed in the darkness.