I forgot to say it.,Thank you for the cover provided by the starting point editorial team.,The chicken leg has never been clear about how this cover should be.,Do you have to spend money? As a result, the editing team directly gave the chicken leg a whole whole, thank you!!

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In the days that followed, Harry was distressed, and as soon as he saw Gilderoy Lockhart coming from the other side of the hallway, he quickly avoided it, because he didn't know what Gilderoy Lockhart was crazy about, and he was looking for his "trouble" these days. But even harder to dodge was Colin Creevey, who seemed to memorize Harry's class schedule. For Colin, it seems like the most exciting thing in the world is to say "Hello, Harry" six or seven times a day, "Hello, Harry?" And hear "Hello, Colin. No matter how frustrated and annoyed Harry's tone of reply was.

Hedwig was still angry with Harry for the disastrous car trip, and Ron's wand was still out of order, even more out of place on Friday morning. It flew out of Ron's hand during Charms class and struck the diminutive Professor Flitwick in the eyebrow. Immediately, a large green bag swelled and fluttered. Because of all these circumstances, Harry was glad to finally make it through the weekend. He, Ron, and Hermione were going to see Hagrid on Saturday morning. However, Harry was woken up early in the morning by Oliver Wood, the captain of Gryffindor Quidditch, who had wanted to sleep for a few more hours, only to make it clear that he had a new training plan and had to go to the dressing room early in the morning.

Harry watched Wood leave in frustration before finding his red jersey and putting on his cloak to protect him from the cold. He hurriedly left Ron a note and walked down the spiral staircase to the break room, carrying his halo 2ooo on his shoulder. As soon as he reached the hole behind the portrait, there was a sound of clackling footsteps behind him, and Colin Creevey ran down the stairs, the camera around his neck swinging violently, clutching something in his hand.

"Harry! I heard someone shouting your name on the stairs. Look what I brought! The photos are washed out and I want you to see them! ”

Harry stared blankly at the picture Colin was waving at him.

A black-and-white, moving Lockhart was tugging at an arm that Harry recognized as his own. He was delighted to see himself in the photograph resisting and refusing to be dragged in. Lockhart finally gave up, gasping for air towards the white side of the photo.

"Can you sign me?" Colin asked eagerly.

"Nope." Harry said flatly, glancing around to see if there were anyone else, "I'm sorry, Colin, I'm in a hurry, it's Quidditch training. ”

With that, he crawled out of the hole in the portrait.

For the rest of the day, no matter what Colin said, Harry ignored him and hurried with his head down, but on the way down the grassy slope to the court, Colin kept asking this and that, and it was not until the door of the locker room that Harry threw him off. Colin screamed behind him, "I'll get a good seat, Harry!" Then hurried to the stands.

The rest of the Gryffindor squad is already in the dressing room. Only Wood seemed fully awake. Fred and George Weasley sat there, their eyes puffy and their heads disheveled. Next to her, Arya Spinnet, a fourth-grader, seemed to be leaning against the wall and dozing off. The other two chasers, Katie Bell and Angelina Johnson, sat across from each other and yawned.

"You're here, Harry, why are you so late?" "Okay, before I get on the court, I'd like to say a few things about how I designed a new training program at home this summer, and I think it will work." ”

Wood holds up a large diagram of a Quidditch pitch with colourful lines, arrows and crosses. He took out his wand and pointed it at the board, and the arrows wriggled like caterpillars on the board. Wude began to explain his new tactics, and Fred Weasley dropped his head on Arya's shoulder, snoring.

The first board took nearly twenty minutes to finish, but there was a second and a third under it. Wood's monotonous voice was there and there and it was talking, and Harry was in a trance.

It took an unknown amount of time for Wood to finish his commentary, and almost everyone else fell asleep except for himself, and Wood's face was obviously ugly, and even a fool could see that he was angry, so no one dared to contradict him, not even to look at him. It took a while for Wood to suppress his anger, lift the anti-flying broom with a cold face, push the door and walk outside.

The others, you look at me, I look at you, shrugged helplessly, and quickly followed.

They've been in the locker room for so long, the sun has already risen. When Harry walked onto the pitch, Ron and Hermione were sitting in the stands.

"Haven't you finished practicing?" Ron asked, incredulous.

"We haven't started yet," Harry said enviously as Ron and Hermione brought out the bread and jam from the Great Hall, "Wood told us about the new tactics. ”

He mounted his broomstick, kicked the ground with his feet, and flew with a whoosh. The cool morning breeze lapped against his cheeks, and it suddenly made him sober up more than Wood's tirade. It's a great feeling to be back at the Quidditch pitch. He flew high around the stadium as fast as he could, racing against Fred and George.

Colin sat in the highest row of seats, holding up his camera, one after the other, and in the empty stadium, the sound of the shutter was strangely amplified.

Wood flew up to them, frowned and asked, "Why did that freshman take pictures?" I don't like it. He could be a Slytherin spy trying to spy on our new training regimen. ”

"He's from Gryffindor." Harry said busily.

"Slytherin people don't need spies, Oliver." George said.

"How do you know?" Wood asked irritablely.

"Because they came on their own." George pointed down and said.

Several people in green robes walked into the stadium, all holding broomsticks in their hands.

"I can't believe it!" Wood suppressed his voice indignantly and said, "I packed the court today!" We're going to see what they want to do!"

Wood rushed to the ground, and Harry, Fred, and George followed.

"Flint!" Wood yelled at the Slytherin captain, "It's training time!" We got up early in the morning! Please get out!"

Marcus Flint is bigger than Wood. He replied with a troll-like cunning look, "It's a big place, Wood. ”

Arya, Angelina, and Katie also came to find their voices. There were no girls on the Slytherin team, and they stood in a row side by side, squinting at the Gryffindor team members with the same look.

"But I chartered the court!" Wood snapped, "I've got it!"

"Oh," said Flint, "but I have a note signed by Professor Snape. Look at it: I, West. Professor Snape. Allow the Slytherin team to train at Quidditch today to train their new Seekers. ”

"You've got a new Seeker?" Wood's attention was diverted, "Where?"

A thin figure stepped out from behind the Slytherin players, and Harry's eyes widened to none other than his old rival, Draco Malfoy.

"Is that you? Why are you here? ”

Harry asked, frowning, feeling a bad feeling in his heart.

"Huh? What stupid thing are you talking about, Potter? Can you come, why can't I? Oh, I see, the great Mr. Potter doesn't want anyone else to steal the limelight from him, he can play Quidditch as a first-year student in a different way, and no one else can join the Quidditch team in the second year, otherwise it will be a contempt for him...... Am I right? Mr. Potter, the great savior? ”

Malfoy grinned, and the Slytherin players burst into laughter.

Harry's face turned red, and the hand holding the broom clenched hard.

But before he could finish speaking, Malfoy raised the broom in his hand.

"Potter, keep your dog's eyes open and see clearly, this year, I will definitely beat you completely, because we have it, the new product of the Flashwheel Company, the Shining S1 Model Broomstick. Seriously, as for your old light wheel 2ooo, you are not even qualified to eat ashes, as for the older one sweeping the seven stars...... Cut-"

Malfoy glanced at the broom in Wood's hand and pursed his lips disdainfully.

At this time, the others noticed that almost every member of the Slytherin team had a new broom of this type. No, it seems a little inappropriate to say that it is a broom.

It has a metallic hue and its lines are imbued with the simple beauty of modern technology. There are special devices to protect the soles of the feet, ankles and lower legs at the stepping area. At the grip of the palm, there is a humanized palm print shooting, which increases the friction coefficient and effectively prevents the hand. Directly in front of the grip, there is a small transparent baffle, in an arc, standing diagonally on it, if the person with the broom lies down, it can protect their front well. And although this thing will have a certain impact on the degree of the broom, in the face of the degree of more than 500 kilometers per hour of the broom itself, every qiē resistance is a floating cloud.

"Flash Wheel Company? What is that? ”

Ron, who had just run over, was a little confused when he heard Malfoy's words.

"You don't even know about Flashwheel? Oh, and it's no wonder that your family can't even afford such a baffle...... The Shining Wheel Company, but the Duke of Tyne Will merged to form a new company after the acquisition of the Lightning Company and the Optical Wheel Company, this Shining S1 Broomstick is the first product after the establishment of the Flash Wheel Company, and its power system designer is none other than our Mr. Orson Corser. In addition, I would like to tell you that the broom in our hand was also provided by Mr. Corser free of charge! ”

Malfoy held his head up proudly, and the other team members behind him not only did not have any dissatisfaction, but all looked honored and honored.

"What?"

Malfoy's words surprised both Harry and Ron.

Especially Ron, he never expected that Orson, who had always had a good relationship with himself and others, would take the initiative to fund their enemies.

"How could he do that?"

"Why can't he do that?"

It was still Malfoy who answered, and he looked at Ron with his head held high and a look of disdain.

"Mr. Weasley, please see who you are before you speak. Mr. Corser is the glory of our pure-blood wizards, the son of the only duke in the wizarding world of the British Empire, and will be the only duke in the wizarding world of the British Empire in the future. And more importantly, Mr. Corser is a member of our Slytherin, and if he doesn't support us, does he support you? Why don't you ask yourself what qualifications you have to ask him? Just because you have an ugly, ugly obese mother? ”

Hahahaha-

Malfoy's words provoked a burst of laughter, and Ron's face turned red and then purple, and he jerked out his wand and aimed it at Malfoy.

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