Rita's report won't be until next Monday, and the next day is Gryffindor vs. Hufflepuff. Pen @ fun @ pavilion wWw. ｂｉｑUｇE。 ｉｎｆｏ

Harry, Fred, and George took Elaine to Angelina, as the last glimmer of hope for the Gryffindor team, they tested Elaine's ability overnight, and it was really great, no one expected her to fly so well, and she was very powerful, and she could replace the batsman's position, more than enough.

They went to Professor McGonagall to get Elaine on the second day.

If it had been before, this would have been fine, but after Education Order 24, this right has belonged to Umbridge.

Any team recruiting new members has to be vetted by her, and not surprisingly, Umbridge refuses!

Harry and the others were numb, but Umbridge's actions had completely angered Elaine.

The little one, full of dangerous thoughts, vindictive, and extremely belligerent, threatens to take revenge on Umbridge.

Although Evan warned her not to attack Umbridge, she knew she hadn't listened.

Evan had no choice but to think about not being seen during the attack on Umbridge.

It is not possible to do it directly inside the castle, which is full of portraits, ghosts, and various magical creatures in addition to students.

If they attack Umbridge, there is a good chance that they will be found out and can only be made to leave the castle......

At eight o'clock the next morning, the Quidditch match began on time, and the only advantage of this game was that it was short.

The Gryffindor crowd only had to endure twenty-two minutes of pain, and it was hard to say which one was the worst, as Ron missed the ball twenty-two times.

Hufflepuff's suitor Erecia was so good that no one could stop him, and the miracle was that Gryffindor ended up losing by only thirty points: Ginny caught the Snitch under the nose of Hufflepuff Seeker Charpy, and the final score was 260 to 230.

"You caught it well. Harry said to Ginny.

At noon that day, the atmosphere in the common room resembled a particularly poignant funeral.

"Very lucky!" she shrugged, "The snitch wasn't very fast, Charpy caught a cold, sneezed at a critical moment, closed his eyes, anyway, when you get back to the team, ......"

"Ginny, I'm banned for life. ”

"It's Umbridge who is banned during school!" Ginny corrected him, "It's different, anyway, when you get back to the team, I'll try to be a chaser, Angelina and Alya are going to be gone next year, I prefer to score goals rather than find the ball." ”

As for Ron, he was cowered in the corner, his eyes fixed on his knees, and a bottle of Butterbeer in his hand.

Angelina still wouldn't let him go. "She said she knew he had potential." ”

At this point, Angelina's faith in Ron has turned into a cruelty.

As Ron left the pitch, the Slytherins were happily chanting "Weasley is our king" and they were expected to win the Quidditch Cup.

Hufflepuff's pursuit hand was great, but she was the only one and the other players rarely played with her, and it was evident in the second half of the game that as long as she didn't touch the ball, there was no way to play, and no matter how you look at it, that little girl couldn't be a match for Slytherin.

Not to mention, the Slytherins also have a lot of underhanded ways to deal with her, such as assaults and the like......

As long as they can win the game, they don't care how dishonorable the means are.

If this trend continues, Slytherin will win this year.

The news was discouraging, but it wasn't as much as much about Umbridge as much as it hated.

The Hogwarts students' interest in the game didn't last long, only into the afternoon.

At five o'clock on Sunday evening, as usual, Harry came to Snape's office for individual tutoring.

There was really no good news, he had a falling out with Autumn yesterday, the Gryffindor team had just lost the game this morning, and now he was going to Snape's office to learn Occlumency, this magic only made him feel pain, and Snape's repeated insertions made his body exhausted.

In recent times, Harry and Voldemort have been in contact with each other.

He saw too many things he shouldn't have seen or heard, and he thought it was because Snape had tortured him even more tired.

In those damn dreams, Harry knew that Voldemort had obtained new information from Lukewood, important information about the Department of Occult Affairs.

He had worked there before, after all, and from him, Voldemort knew how to get that thing.

In addition, Harry also knew the cause of Bode's death.

Lucius Malfoy cast the Imperius Curse on him, hoping that he would get the prophecy orb.

But he couldn't have taken it at all, because under the protection of ancient magic, only Harry and Voldemort could touch the prophecy orb.

In order to prevent Bode from divulging his secret, Malfoy ended up killing him again.

Voldemort finally knew how to get the Prophecy Ball, and everything was ready, and now it was time to lure Harry to get it.

Evan was pleased with Harry's information, but Snape was not at all satisfied, very unhappy.

"Stand up, Potter. Snape said.

Harry knelt on the floor of Snape's office, trying to empty his brain.

Just now, he was forced to relive a series of childhood memories that he didn't even know he still had, most of them humiliated by Dudley's gang in elementary school.

"What was the last memory?" Snape asked.

"I don't know!" said Harry, standing up tiredly, finding it increasingly difficult to distinguish between the images and the sounds that Snape kept eliminating, "Is it the one my cousin wants me to stand in the toilet?"

"It's not. Snape whispered, "It's a man kneeling in the middle of a dark room." ”

"Nothing. Harry said quickly.

Snape's dark eyes looked into Harry's eyes like drills, and Harry blinked and looked away from Harry remembering that eye contact was crucial to the Receptives.

"How did that man and that room get into your head, Potter?" said Snape.

"That's ......," Harry avoided his gaze, "it was just a dream I had. ”

"A dream?" said Snape.

There was silence as Harry stared at a dead frog soaked in purple liquid.

"Do you know what we're doing here, Potter?" Snape whispered viciously, "Do you know why I gave up my time off to do this nasty job?"

"Yes. Harry said stiffly.

"Tell me what we're doing here, Potter. ”

"Teach me Occlumency. Harry said as he stared at a dead eel again.

"Yes, Potter, even if you were stupid, I thought you should have improved after such a long course, but you just told me that you had dreams about the Dark Lord, and how many more dreams do you have?"

Harry glared back at Snape, hating him, and lied, "That's it!"