Harry had been very irritated lately, and he had almost been able to get rid of the Dursleys forever last term, but in the end a mysterious man rushed over and rescued Wormtail, forcing him to endure the disgusting family for another summer vacation, and then from one night, his scar hurt so hard that he seemed to have a nightmare, and that nightmare was so real that he could still remember the fragments clearly, but to Harry's dismay, he couldn't remember who the other two were other than Wormtail, his intuition told him that it was important, but he couldn't remember it, and now what upset him the most was an invitation letter on the bed.

Mr. Weasley gets a few tickets to the Quidditch World Cup, and Ron invites him to go with him.

Quidditch is Harry's favorite sport, but the problem is that one of the players in this tournament is the last person Harry wants to see, Modi Gurris, the almost all-powerful guy who was called up to the England national team and almost single-handedly sent England to the final.

But on the other hand, being able to get rid of the Dursleys a few weeks in advance was an idea that Harry couldn't refuse, who hated Guris or the Dursleys? The scales in Harry's mind swayed, and he finally made the decision that he was going to the World Cup, but before that Hermione could write a letter thanking her for saving Sirius last year.

However, Harry had no idea that his best friend was being crushed and bullied by the person he hated the most.

In the bedroom of Guris Castle, Mo Wen pressed on Hermione's body and stroked, the silk pajamas couldn't hide the hot curves at all, after Mo Wen's vacation development, Hermione's already good figure became hotter and hotter, almost catching up with Qiu Zhang, who was a year older than her.

Her legs tightly wrapped around Mo Wen's waist, Hermione involuntarily let out a long groan under the violent impact, and stepped into the peak, a pair of thin lips opened and closed involuntarily, and then bit Mo Wen's shoulder, "Bastard, you said that you were just a guest at your house to look at those collected books, but you said this is the first time this week." ”

Mo Wen, who was bitten by Hermione, didn't care, but moved again, "Seven times, or eight times, I can't remember, but what does it matter, you're happy anyway, aren't you?" ”

Glancing at Mo Wen in annoyance, Hermione gasped and said, "Ron-invite, invite me to go-go to their house, and then go to the World Cup together." ”

Turning Hermione over, Mo Wen changed his position, and said as he sprinted, "What about your opinion?" As soon as he thought that he was discussing with Ron's future wife whether to go to Ron's house, Mo Wen felt a sense of evil welling up in his heart, and then sprinted even harder.

"I-um, I want to go, it's been a long, long time since I've seen Harry and them, because, because of Wormtail, I've been in weeks-haven't contacted them."

Mo Wen paused, turned Hermione's body over, looked into her eyes and said, "You can't tell Harry about Wormtail, it has to do with Professor Dumbledore's plan, and Sirius himself agreed." ”

Looking at Mo Wen with soft eyes, Hermione suddenly sat up, hugged Mo Wen's body tightly, and said softly: "I know, my hero, you have done such dangerous things, I will never leak the news." ”

"That's good, since you're going to their house, let's seize the opportunity to do it a few more times!" Mo Wen just smiled evilly, and just hugged Hermione and moved.

"・・・・・・ you're a bastard!"

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Three days later, on the Quidditch field, Mo Wen stayed quietly at the entrance gate, with the rest of the English Quidditch team in front of him, and there was a call outside, and the host began to introduce the players who appeared.

"Dimitrov, Ivanova, Zolav, Levsky, Volkov, Verkov, and Viktor Krum!"

When Victor came out, the cheers of the audience reached their peak in an instant.

"Now it's our England national team!"

The athletes in front of Mo Wen walked out one by one.

"First of all, goalkeeper Connolly Rhodes!" "Basman Ryan Dima!" "Chaser Quigley Lynch!" ・・・・・・ "And, finally, the pride of our England!" Silver lightning on the pitch - Modi - Guris! ”

The unprecedented cheers Mo Wen received no less applause than Victor.

Riding the silver arrow, Mo Wen flew into the air as fast as possible, and the chasers and batsmen of Bulgaria on the opposite side were staring at him nervously, while a thin young man with a curved nose and dark black eyebrows was floating high in the air, it was Krum.

On one side of the arena is the Bulgarian mascot Meiwa, at this time they are throwing winks at Mo Wen, and on Mo Wen's other side are fire dragons with collars that are breathing fire, where the dragon trainer is controlling the fire dragon and spraying fireworks.

"Game on!" A shrill whistle sounded.

A silver, blue figure slid by, and Mo Wen took the lead, snatching the Quaffle, while Quigley and another chaser followed him left and right.

"There has been, England's classic tactic - the eagle head attacking formation!!" The host shouted.

Under the speed of the silver arrow, the eagle head formation penetrated the Bulgarian half of the field, shredding the opponent's defense lightly, passing between the two defenders, and Mo Wen smashed the ghost flying ball into the opponent's goal.

Bagman, the host and director of the Department of Sports at the Ministry of Magic, shouted: "10-0, England leads!" ”

Half a minute later, Mo Wen stole Ivanova and passed the ball to Quigley, who took the ball into the half, then tricked the Bulgarian player into defending Mo Wen with a feint and passed it to another chaser, who scored the second goal.

A minute later, with the cooperation of the batsmen, the Bulgarian chaser finally evaded Mo Wen's interception and scored the first goal of the game, and the excited Meiwa began to dance.

But the climax of England's counter-attack came then, as Mo Wen smashed Dimitrov away in the air, lifting him off the broomstick and then smashing the Bulgarian goalkeeper's hand into the net.

"Oh! Appeared! England's unbeatable troll tactics! Bagman's emotions were unusually high, jumping up and down and shouting.