In fact, on the morning of the Quidditch match with Hufflepuff, Harry went to visit Ron at the hospital with Van Lin and Hermione before heading to the court.

Ron seemed very anxious, he was the goalkeeper at Hogwarts, and hell, he couldn't be on the Quidditch field, and to make matters worse, he was replaced by McLagan, which was too much of a threat to Ron.

As requested, Madam Pomfrey didn't allow him to watch the game at all, she felt that it would make him overexcited, even though Van Lin thought that Ron was now as strong as a monkey, but in fact, the invasion of the toxin still left Ron's body a little empty.

"So, how is McLaggan doing?" Ron asked Harry nervously, the question he had repeated over and over again in a short amount of time.

"I told you," said Harry patiently, "that even if he were a world-class Quidditch goalkeeper, I wouldn't keep him on the team. He's always trying to tell everybody what to do, and he feels like he's playing better than us in every position. I can't wait to get rid of him. ”

"Speaking of getting rid of others," added Harry, who was already standing up with his firebolts, "can you stop pretending to be asleep when Lavender comes to see you? ”

"It's just a ......" Ron looked a little embarrassed, and Ron couldn't find a good way to face Lavender.

Maybe it's because you calmed down after an accident?

There is always a time when the fire will go out, but at this speed.

"About Lavender. Hermione cleared her throat, "So, what do you think Ron, you're not going to continue dating Lavender?"

Hearing this, everyone's eyes fell on Ron.

"I ...... I didn't, I just ......" Ron hesitated, "don't you think she's a little too clingy?"

"It's a little bit. Van Lin nodded, most of the time it was unacceptable to see Ron and Lavender gnawing together, just look at Ginny and Dean, or the other Hogwarts couples......

"Huh?" Hermione raised her voice, which startled Van Lin.

"I ...... Am I saying the wrong thing?"

"Nope. Hermione rolled her eyes, "It's just that I don't really like it, but, Ron......"

Hermione looked at Ron solemnly, "You've got to figure it out......"

"Oh, come on, my head hurts, and I need to rest for a while. Ron clutched his head, "I'm sorry I couldn't cheer Harry on the spot, but if you two are here......"

"Oh, leave him alone. Harry shook his head, feeling that his days of being pestered by Lavender would be extended for a long time, and he was very busy now......

"Let's go. ”

"Okay. Well, good luck. I hope you'll teach Michaela a hard lesson—I mean, Smith. ”

"I'll try," Harry said, carrying his broomstick. "See you after the game. ”

The three of them hurried through the hallway where no one was around, and the whole school was dispatched, either sitting in the audience at the stadium or rushing there. As he walked, he looked out the window, trying to gauge how strong the wind would be, when a noise in front of him caused Harry to look back, and Harry saw Malfoy walking towards him accompanied by two girls, both of whom looked angry.

Malfoy stopped at the sight of Harry, then smiled dryly and walked on.

"Where are you going?" asked Harry.

"yes, I really want to tell you, because it has something to do with you, Potter," Malfoy sneered. "You'd better hurry, they're waiting for the captain of the true Son, the boy who showed off his talents, and they've called you lately. ”

One of the girls smirked reluctantly. Harry stared at her. She blushed. Malfoy squeezed past Harry, and the girl and her friend also trotted after him, before disappearing around a corner.

Harry's feet stood there as if they had roots, watching them disappear. It was infuriating, he was already out of time for the game, and he ran into a sneaky Malfoy, knowing that the whole school was not there: this was Harry's best chance to find out what Malfoy was up to.

Time passed silently, and Harry stood there dumbfounded, staring at where Malfoy had disappeared......

"Where have you been?" questioned Ginny as Harry raced into the dressing room. The whole team had changed their clothes, and two hitters, Cot and Pixar, were nervously tapping their legs with their bats.

"I met Malfoy," Harry whispered to her as he put on his scarlet jersey.

"And then?"

"Then I wondered why he was in the castle with a pair of girlfriends when everyone else was here......

"Is this important at this moment?"

"Well, I'm unlikely to find out, am I?" Harry grabbed his firebolt and lifted his glasses. "Let's go!" he said no more, striding onto the pitch to the deafening cheers and boos. There was hardly a hint of wind, white clouds in the sky, and every now and then the harsh sun shone out.

"What a tricky situation!" McLagan kept agitating the team from behind. "Cot, Pixar, you two fly to the sunny side so they can't see you coming, you two can give them a blow to the head-"

"I'm the captain, McLagan, stop dictating to them," Harry said with some anger, whether it was Lavender or McLagan, in short, one was more troublesome in Harry's eyes.

"Now, please go and stay at your goal!"

After McLagan walked away, Harry turned to Coote and Pixar. "Make sure you get out of the sun, I mean...... Oh, you guys play well. Harry reluctantly told them both.

He had lost patience, whether it was McLagan or Quidditch, and Harry swore that it was definitely the least interesting moment for him ever to Quidditch......

Harry's mind was now full of thoughts about Malfoy......

Malfoy ...... With two young ladies I don't know...... Oh, it's a girl, and then sneaking around the castle......

Everyone at Hogwarts was here, and almost every house was there except Ron.

Well, Malfoy stayed in the castle, and Harry couldn't think of any reason to explain Malfoy's actions other than wreckage.

Harry shook hands with the captain of Hufflepuff with some reluctance, and then with a whistle from Mrs. Hodge, the game began, and he rose above his teammates and sped around the pitch in search of the Golden Snitch.

If he can catch it early enough, he'll have a chance to go back to the castle and find out what Malfoy is up to with a map of the living spots......

"It's Hufflepuff's Smith with the Quaffle," a trance-like voice echoed over the court. "Of course, the last time he was talking about it, Ginny Weasley bumped into him, and I think it was probably intentional — it looks like that, but there's nothing wrong with that. Smith was quite rude to Gryffindor, and I guess he's regretting it now because he's playing against them - oh look, he lost the Quaffle, Ginny took it from him, I really like her, she's very nice......"

Harry stared down at the commentary seat.

This ethereal is the same as ...... How to say it, the indescribable patient-like voice, like a oriole?

It's really crisp and nice, but it's a good place to be in the commentary seat......

No one in their right mind would let Luna Lovegood play commentary, would they?

But even from above, he could clearly recognize Luna's long, somewhat dirty blonde hair, and the necklace strung with butterbeer corks......

Professor McGonagall next to Luna looked a little uncomfortable, as if she was reconsidering the appointment.

Maybe it's really hard to find anyone, but Luna's grades are still very likable in the eyes of the professors, but maybe the nerves are a little too strong.

“...... But now that big Hufflepuff player snatched the Quaffle from her, I don't remember his name, it seems to be Biebow—no, it's Baggins—"

"It's Cadorad!" Professor McGonagall said aloud next to Luna's dark face, and through the loudspeaker, Professor McGonagall's angry and helpless voice could be heard clearly.

The audience erupted in laughter.

Harry laughed too, which made him feel better, and he probably swept around, but to his disappointment, he didn't find the location of Van Lin and Hermione.

However, it was clear that Harry was out of time to say hello to them.

Harry searched carefully for the Golden Snitch, but found no sign of it. After a while, Cadolad scored.

It was a surprise, but McLagan kept yelling at Ginny for losing the Quaffle, not noticing that the big red ball grazed his right ear and flew into the goal.

This made Harry feel a little bad, or rather, Harry's temper was always bad when it came to McLagan.

"So, McLagan, can you leave the others alone and focus on doing what you have to do!" Harry yelled at his goalkeeper as he turned to him.

"You're not setting an example either!" McLagan roared, blushing.

"Harry Potter is arguing with his goalkeeper," Luna said calmly, as if she and Harry weren't friends, which made Harry miss Jordan a little, which was a bit embarrassing.

Team captain and goalkeeper quarrel on the playing field?

I have to admit that Luna is very good at grasping the point, of course, Luna didn't notice the ghost fly ball scored by Huffpuff before.

At the same time, cheers and laughter erupted from the crowd of Hufflepuff and Slytherin below.

"I don't think that will help him find the Golden Snitch, but maybe it's a clever plan......" Luna said aloud, an ethereal voice echoing throughout the Quidditch arena.

However, Harry didn't expect Luna to help him get anything back, it was a stain on his career......

Harry cursed angrily and returned to the pitch, scanning the air for a spot on the winged golden orb.

Meanwhile, Ginny and Demelza each scored a goal, giving the red and gold clad below some reason to cheer. Then Cadolad scored another goal to equalize the score, and the scene entered a white-hot stage.

But in fact, Luna still doesn't seem to notice the scoreline, and she doesn't seem to have told any story about the score from the beginning, and she shows an unusual indifference to something as mundane as a goal, and she is relentlessly trying to draw the audience's attention to things like oddly shaped clouds, while wondering if Zachares Smith, who has not kept the Quaffle in his arms for more than a minute so far, is suffering from some kind of "failure".

I have to admit that it was a great pleasure to have Luna explain Quidditch, and Luna was very talented in this area, for example, jumping nerves?

Anyway, in Van Lin's opinion, Luna was enough to give Professor McGonagall face.

Compared to Quidditch, Hogwarts Castle has a more attractive shape to Luna.

Wherever you go, I love your shape......

"Seventy to forty, Hufflepuff ahead!" Professor McGonagall yelled into Luna's megaphone.

"Oh, really, already?" said Luna, surprised, and continued to respond vaguely.

"Oh, this cloud, it looks like ...... I mean, look! The Gryffindor goalkeeper snatched the batsman from the bat. "Luna finally noticed something bright on the field.

"It looks like Gryffindor's pre-match preparations aren't going to be good...... Their goalkeepers...... What's McMigan called, or what...... He seems intent on a live demonstration. ”

Harry spun around in mid-air.

Sure enough, McLagan somehow snatched Pixar's bat, seemingly showing him how to hit the Bludger at the oncoming Cadellad.

"Can you give him the bat back and get back to the goal!" Harry angrily charged at McLagan, if possible, Harry felt that it would be much better to put Van Lin here than McLagan, at least not to make a gesture.

This should be the last game of McLagan's Gryffindor career.

At this point, McLagan struck the Bludger out viciously, but missed the target.

The eyes were dark, and the pain was dizzying...... A flash of light...... Distant screams...... The feeling of falling down in a long tunnel......

"What's going on out there?" Hermione snapped to a halt, and the sounds of the Quidditch arena in the distance became noisy, as if something terrible had happened.

"Uh...... It seemed to be Harry...... "Van Lin was a little unsure," he was hit by McLagan's Bludger. ”

"What?McLagan?" Hermione was a little unsure, "isn't he a goalkeeper? Bludger or something......

"Oh, leave him alone, with Professor McGonagall here, nothing can happen to Harry. Van Lin shook his head, except for sympathizing with Harry's tragic experience, Van Lin's heart did not fluctuate, and even wanted to laugh......

In fact, since he was in his first year, Van Lin had won Harry once in Quidditch (using magic to cheat...... Didn't get any bargaining from Harry at all.

In Harry's words, if you don't use magic, you're really bad......

The point is, riding a stick, and it's not comfortable......

Well, it's really making a reason, and it must be admitted that on Quidditch, Harry has perfectly inherited the talent of James Potter, or rather, Tom is a good player himself......