PS: A new book has been opened.,Rhapsody track.,From now on, double open.,This book won't be a eunuch.,Update and restore to one chapter a day.。

After resigning, I took a break for two months, and then I really starved to death if I didn't go out to find a job, I hope book friends can understand, Golden Nine Silver Ten is the golden period of job hunting, as far as the current situation is concerned, full-time writing is not practical, an average of 300 yuan per month, and it was a local tyrant in 1980~ Now, it's better to find a job and you can work part-time, thank you.

I hope for your understanding of family pressure.

"You're alright, Ron. Harry leaned closer to Ron and realized he was shaking. "Do you need me to put you in the last place? You look a little nervous, are you okay? ”

"Ha-Harry. Ron's voice trembled a little, "Thank you, I'm fine." ”

Harry sighed, thinking that Ron's stage fright was really hard to cure, and he put Ron last one anyway.

Three chasers and two batsmen take turns serving, because these five players are all good players selected by Harry, and they are not bad, and the balls they send out are naturally full of power and tricky angles. The first five players all saved only two balls at most. Cowmike McLagan's appearance was surprising - he was agile and strong, and he was able to save four balls in a row. Harry suspected that the reason why he had not been able to join the Quidditch team was because the old captain Oliver Wood was so good, and the director of Mike McLagan was kept at bay and did not have a chance to perform.

Despite Cowmike McLagan's good qualities, Harry preferred his best friend Ron to be the goalkeeper. Harry could sense that this guy wasn't a good character, and if he was given the chance, he might have challenged his own authority within the team. Harry didn't want to bring in such an unstable factor.

With the last ball remaining, Cowmike McLagan waved to the crowd to a cheer.

"Watch me catch the last ball. He shouted.

Harry thought to himself that this was not going to work, and his wand was quietly pointed at Cowmike McLagan.

It was Ginny who served, and she was clearly unhappy with the arrogance of Cowmike McLagan. Make up your mind to play a difficult ball.

The ball raced towards goal, but Cowmike McLagan misjudged and pounced in the exact opposite direction. The crowd laughed and cheered, and McLagan gritted his teeth and returned to the court.

"Come on, Ron, you can do it. Harry encouraged Ron.

Ron staggered on his Sweep 11 - the broomstick his mom had bought last year to reward him for being a superior, but last year the Gryffindor Quidditch team was disbanded by Umbridge and didn't come in handy.

Ron is riding on a broomstick and looks like he's going to faint at any moment.

"Good luck!" shouted a voice from the stands. Harry turned his head. It's Lavender Brown. After a few moments, Harry wished he could cover his face with both hands like she did, but he felt that as the captain, he should be more courageous, so he turned his face to Ron to run.

He didn't have to worry: Ron saved one, two, three, four, five free throws in a row. Harry was overjoyed, and he tried desperately to restrain himself, not cheering with the audience. He turned to McLagan, ready to sue him: Unfortunately, Ron had defeated him. Unexpectedly, he turned his head. McLagan's flushed face was right in front of him, close at hand. Harry hurriedly took a few steps back.

"His sister didn't take her serve seriously at all. McLagan said viciously. A vein in his temple was bursting out, a sight Harry had often seen and secretly marveled at at Uncle Vernon. "The ball she gave him was easy to save. ”

"Nonsense," Harry said coldly. "It was the ball, he almost missed. ”

McLagan took a step closer towards Harry, who didn't flinch this time.

"Let me try again. ”

"No," Harry said. "You've tried. You saved four, Ron saved five. Ron is the goalkeeper and he wins above board. Get the hell out of here. ”

McLagan was intimidated by Harry's toughness. He turned away angrily, fist scolding into the air.

Harry turned his face to find his new recruits all smiling at him.

"Well done," he said in a hoarse voice, "you fly so well—"

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In a remote corner of the Quidditch pitch, a hooded figure stared silently at Harry.

"You see, the black smoke coming out of the Scarhead Kid drifted into the big man's body, a sign of the Dark Book's curse, and the big man was about to be out of luck. ”

"Can't anyone else see?"

"Of course you can't see it, and if you don't use soul vision, you can't find the traces of the curse unleashed by the Dark Book. ”

"I was really surprised that Potter had mastered the Book of Darkness so quickly—I knew something was wrong when I knew Umbridge had committed suicide for no apparent reason. ”

"Are you scared that the user's anger and resentment can make the curse more powerful, and the death of the enemy can give the user more power? ”

"It's impossible for everything to be planned, I just need to be able to grasp the changes, and even if Potter has mastered the Book of Darkness, he will only close the gap with those two, and there is no threat to me. ”

"I wish you were always so confident, Jack. ”

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With the first team training scheduled for the following Tuesday, Harry and Ron said goodbye to the rest of the team and headed for Hagrid's hut. Harry suddenly felt hungry, the food he had eaten in the morning had been digested by his hungry stomach, and he wished that Hagrid's hut would have something to eat, even if it was a rock crust.

"I thought I wouldn't be able to save the fourth ball. Ron said with a frown, "Demirza's ball is so tricky, with a little spin—"

"yes, yes, you're amazing. ”

"I'm better than that McLagan anyway. "Did you see him clumsily pounce in the wrong direction when he saved the fifth ball?"

Cursed ......"

Harry coughed loudly. (To be continued......)