Alas - I finally tried to save some drafts, but I still failed. The girl called and said that there was something, the chicken leg really couldn't bear to refuse, so I could only go out, I'm afraid it couldn't be too early to come back in the night, and the third more can not be tender to update the chicken leg is really not sure, first send the normal second more up, everyone look at it first. o(╯□╰)o

What's that, if you have more tickets, you can count more tickets, and if you have a hundred more tickets, you will add a more chapter, what a bargain!

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"You're going to pay for it, Malfoy!" Ron angrily pointed at Malfoy's face.

A loud explosion resounded throughout the stadium, and a green light shot out from the back of the wand and struck Ron in the abdomen, knocking him to the ground with two steps to the ground.

"Ron! Ron! Are you alright?" Harry hurriedly ran over.

Ron opened his mouth to answer, but instead of spitting out the words, he burped, and several slugs fell from his mouth to his thighs.

The Slytherin players were all paralyzed with laughter. Flint couldn't stand up with a smile and was supported by a new broom. Malfoy landed on all fours, two fists pounding the ground. The Gryffindor team gathered around Ron, who kept spitting out the big slug. No one seems to want to touch him.

"We'd better take him to Hagrid, there's the closest." Harry said to Hermione, and she nodded bravely. The two of them grabbed Ron by the arm and pulled him up.

"What's wrong, Harry? What's wrong? Is he sick? But you can heal him, won't you? ”

Colin ran over and jumped after them out of the court.

Ron's body heaved violently, and more slugs landed on his chest.

"Oh-" Colin held up his camera with great interest, "can you hold him still, Harry?"

"Go away, Colin!" Harry was a little angry. He thought this Colin was annoying before, but he didn't expect him to be so uninteresting, Ron was injured, he still wanted to take pictures, didn't he know that Ron was his friend? How could he do this to him.

Pushing Colin out of the way, Harry and Hermione helped Ron out of the stadium and towards the edge of the forest.

"It's almost there, Ron," Hermione said, and the hunting ground guard's cabin appeared in front of the limit, "and you'll be fine in a moment...... It's almost ......."

They had walked only twenty paces from Hagrid's hut when the door suddenly opened, but it was not Hagrid who was pacing out, but Gilderoy Lockhart, who was wearing the lightest lilac robe to-day.

"Hide." Harry whispered, pulling Ron behind the nearest bush.

Hermione hid as well, but a little reluctantly.

"It's easy to do if you can!" Lockhart spoke to Hagrid in a loud voice, "If you need any help, come to me, you know where I am!" I'll give you a copy of the book I wrote – I'm surprised you don't even have one. I'll sign my name and send it here tonight. See you soon!"

With that, he strode towards the castle.

Harry waited until Lockhart was out of sight before pulling Ron out of the bushes and over to Hagrid's door, knocking urgently. Hagrid came out at once, angry, but when he saw that it was them outside the door, he immediately smiled. "I've been wondering when you'll come to see me. Come in, come in, I thought Professor Lockhart was back. ”

Harry and Hermione carried Ron across the threshold and into the cabin, where a king-size bed sat in one corner and a fire crackling happily on the other. Harry helped Ron to sit down in his chair and eagerly told Hagrid about Ron's spitting slugs, and Hagrid didn't seem to be too worried.

"It's better to spit it out than to swallow it," he said pleasantly, finding a large copper basin to rest in front of Ron, "Spit it all out, Ron." I don't think there's any other way but to wait for it to stop on its own. ”

Seeing Ron leaning over the copper basin, Hermione said with some "apprehension", "Even under the best of conditions, it's a difficult spell to break, and you want to ...... with a broken wand."

"Don't talk about it, it's not Orson yet, he actually sent so many broomsticks to the Quidditch team in Slytherin, if it weren't for Malfoy being too proud, Ron wouldn't have spoken, his mother wouldn't have been insulted, and he wouldn't have been hurt, in the end, it's still Orson's fault."

Harry also cared about Ron, and he inevitably became a little anxious when he spoke, although he realized his mistake immediately after, but Hermione on the other side had already sunk his face.

"Harry, how can you say that, Orson is the second-year head of Slytherin, he has the ability and financial resources, so he will naturally take the initiative to support his own house's team. There's nothing wrong with that, but why are you talking about him? Didn't he give it to you just because he gave him a broomstick? ”

Hermione had now signed a contract with Othur, though she wouldn't be too intimate in front of people - mostly for Hermione's sake. But Hermione just couldn't listen to others say bad things about Orson, and as soon as Harry spoke, Hermione was not happy and directly pushed back with a word.

"What nonsense are you talking about?"

Harry wasn't happy either.

"Why are you so protective of him? What benefits did he give you? Let you speak for him so reassuringly? Don't forget, he's a Slytherin, unlike you and me. Gryffindor and Slytry are hostile, you have a close relationship with the students of the rival house, where did you put Gryffindor? Are you still a Gryffindor? ”

"Hah! My relationship with Orson is just a personal relationship between me and him, what does it have to do with you? And Professor Dumbledore didn't say anything, so who are you to question me? What if he was a Slytherin? He never took the initiative to provoke any Gryffindor, and he didn't insult or hurt any of the Gryffindor students, so what does it matter if I go to him? It's you, Harry, who you are, rightly and wrongly, putting all the blame on Orson and having the ability to tell him, what do you say to me? ”

"Just say it, what's the big deal!"

Harry didn't know what was wrong with him, he just felt that his anger was going up one by one, and he wanted to go to Orson right now, pull him by the collar and ask for clarification.

Hagrid was dumbfounded, he never expected that things would be so weird. The two people who were fine before actually quarreled when they said they were arguing. Who they said about Orson, Hagrid knew better than them, although he also felt that Harry was a little vexatious, but he couldn't say this yet, with Harry's current mentality, if he said this, it would be tantamount to blaming Harry in disguise. Between Harry and Orson, he didn't hesitate to choose Harry.

But he couldn't say Hermione yet, and Hermione was also one of his friends.

So in a dilemma, Hagrid could only come out and be a peacemaker.

"Alright, alright. Let's not say a word. Here, drink some water, eat something, Harry, you haven't had breakfast yet, eat it while it's hot. ”

Hagrid brought his lunch off the stove and placed it in front of Harry. Harry was hungry, and knew that continuing to argue would definitely affect their friendship - although no one knew how much of that friendship remained, he sat down obediently.

When Hermione saw that Harry had died down, she didn't speak anymore, but just sat there huffing, not looking at Harry.

Hagrid scratched his head, he really didn't know what happened to the three of them.

Ron was vomiting happily, Hermione's angry little face was white, and Harry was gulping down food, but that face, tsk, was really unbelievable.

"That's right."

The silence lasted for a short while, and Hagrid suddenly thought of something, and quickly let out an exaggerated yell, looking at Ron.

"Ron, your little sister is so cute, I just met her yesterday", Hagrid glanced at Harry, his beard shaking. "She said just walk around, I think she probably wanted to meet someone in my house." He winked at Harry. "If you want me to say, she's not going to refuse a signature—"

"Oops, don't talk nonsense." Harry snapped. Ron let out a chuckle and squirted slugs to the ground.

Through Guò Hagrid's gag, the atmosphere finally improved a lot, and the antagonism between Harry and Hermione unconsciously collapsed. Who said Hagrid was stupid? In fact, Hagrid is still very smart, at least others may not be able to use this method to change the heavy atmosphere of the room in a short time.

After eating—if that could be called a meal—Harry, Hermione, and Ron said goodbye to Hagrid. Ron vomited for half an hour, and the juice in his stomach was all gone, and he finally vomited the slugs in his stomach almost, although he could occasionally spit out slugs the size of two fingers, but it was no big problem.

But as the so-called blessing and misfortune do not go alone, as soon as the three of them stepped into the shady foyer, they heard a voice sound.

"You're back, Potter and Weasley," Professor McGonagall walked towards them with a straight face, "you two stay for the night." ”

"What are we going to do, teacher?" Ron asked, holding back a hiccup nervously.

"You go and help Mr. Filch wipe the silverware in the prize showroom," Professor McGonagall said, "no magic, Weasley, all hands." ”

Ron gasped. Filch, the janitor, is the one that all students hate.

"Potter, you go and help Professor Lockhart reply to his admirers." Professor McGonagall said.

"Ah, no, I'm going to wipe the prize too?" Harry begged in despair.

"Of course not," Professor McGonagall raised an eyebrow, "Professor Lockhart wants you by name." Remember, eight o'clock in the evening. ”

Harry and Ron walked into the Great Hall dejectedly, Hermione following with a look on her face that said, "You did break the school rules." At the dinner table, not even the mashed potatoes couldn't whet Harry's appetite. Both he and Ron felt that they were more unlucky than the other.

To be honest, Harry really didn't want to be alone with Professor Harlot, but it couldn't be helped, it was Professor McGonagall's punishment, and he had to carry it out. At 8:05 p.m., he found Professor Harlot, and after a period of verbal bombardment, he was finally able to reply to his readers. But he hadn't been writing long before a strange sound suddenly came to his ears—a sound completely different from the crackling of a broken candle or Lockhart's babbling.

It's like a human voice, creepy, breathless, cold and vicious voice.

"Come on...... Come here...... Let me tear you up...... Tear you apart...... Kill you......"

Harry only felt a tingling scalp and a cold back, and the whole person subconsciously jumped up from the seat.

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