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The vandalized portrait of the Fat Lady had been removed from the wall, and in its place were the portraits of Sir Cadogan and his fat grey pony.

No one is happy about this. Sir Cadogan spends half of his time challenging people and asking them to duel him. The rest of the time was spent figuring out ridiculously complicated passwords, which he had to change at least twice a day.

"He's crazy," Simophinegan said angrily to Percy, "can't we just change someone?"

"No other painter is willing to do this errand," Percy said, "frightened by what happened to the fat lady." Sir Cadogan was the only one who stepped forward. ”

Most of all, however, Professor McGonagall called Harry into her office, and the look on his face made Harry think that someone must have died.

"There's no need to hide it from you, Potter," she said seriously, "I know it's going to come as a shock to you, but Blake—"

"I know he's after me," Harry said wearily, "I heard Ron's dad tell his mom. Mr. Weasley works for the Ministry of Magic. ”

McGonagall seemed surprised. She glared at Harry for a moment before saying, "I see, well, then, Potter, then you can understand why I don't think it's a good idea for you to practice Quidditch in the evening." On the pitch, with only your teammates around, you're very exposed, Potter-"

"We're going to have our first game on Saturday!" said Harry, furious. "I've got to train, Professor!"

Professor McGonagall looked at him intently. Harry knew she was very concerned about the future of the Gryffindor team, after all, she had suggested that Harry be the Seeker in the first place. He waited, holding his breath nervously.

"Uh......-huh," Professor McGonagall stood up, staring out the window at the Quidditch pitch, which was faintly visible in the rain. "Okay...... God knows, I'd love to see our team win the trophy at the end...... But anyway, Potter ...... I would be happier to have a teacher present. I asked Mrs. Hooch to supervise your training. ”

And just like that, the first Quidditch match drew closer, but the weather was getting worse and worse. Under Mrs. Hodge's supervision, the Gryffindor team trained bravely, even harder than before. Then, during the last training session before Saturday's game, Oliver brought unwelcome news to his team.

"We're not up against Slytherin!" he told them angrily, "Flint just came to see me. We're going to play against the Huffpuff team. ”

"Why?" the rest of the team asked in unison.

"Flint's excuse was that their Seeker's injured arm wasn't healed yet. Wood said, slashing his spear in a rage, "but they did it for the obvious purpose of not wanting to play in such weather, thinking it would ruin their chances......" It was a stormy day, and as Wood spoke, they heard thunder rumbling in the distance. "Malfoy's arm is fine!" Harry said angrily, "he's pretending!"

"I understand, but we can't prove it. "We've been practicing with Slytherin, and now we're playing against the Hufflepuffs, and they're quite different. They have a new captain and Seeker Cedric Diggory—"

Angelina, Arya, and Katie suddenly giggled.

"What?" said Wood, unimpressed by the carefree behavior.

"He's the tall, pretty-looking boy, isn't he?" said Angelina.

"The one who is strong and doesn't talk much. Katie said, and they started giggling again.

"He doesn't talk much because he's so stupid that he can't say two words at the same time. Fred said impatiently, "I don't understand why you're worried, Oliver, Team Hufflepuff are easy opponents to beat. The last time we played them, Harry caught the Golden Snitch in five minutes, remember?"

"We're playing in completely different situations!" exclaimed Wood, his eyes slightly protruding. "Diggory has a strong team!He's a great Seeker!I'm worried you're going to think that!We must not underestimate the enemy!We must take the main problem! Slytherin wants to see us make a mistake! We must win!"

"Oliver, don't get angry," Fred said, a little panicked, "and we're going to take the Huffpuff team seriously." We are serious. ”

In this way, the matter of the Quidditch match seems to be settled in this way, with Gryffindor versus Hufflepuff.

However, this is not what Van Lin is most worried about, he believes in the strength of the Gryffindor team, and he is more concerned about the traces of Peter Pettigrew, although there is a potion tracking, but Peter Pettigrew always hides on Ron's body.

Now Ron is extremely nervous about Spotted, the rat tonic is completely useless, he is becoming more and more irritable, like a different person, more often in a daze, and no one can dissuade him from arguing with Hermione.

Van Lin tried to get Peter Pettigrew out of Ron's hands several times, but Ron didn't believe him, and Spotted was now his heart, and no one could touch him.

It is worth mentioning that Peter Pettigrew became increasingly restless, and he often sneaked out after Ron was asleep, apparently to guard against Sirius.

He was scared of Sirius sneaking in again, and he didn't trust the brainless Dementors and Hogwarts defenses. He didn't want to pin his life on these illusory things, he needed to do something.

For this reason, Van Lin had always been very curious about what Peter Pettigrew wanted to do, he could only feel how far away the Pettigrew was from him, but he didn't know what the surroundings were like, so he couldn't tell at all.

Van Lin felt that he needed a map to help him, and while he could morph and track Peter Pettigrew, it would easily reveal his purpose, at least not yet.

But Van Lin wasn't sure if Fred and George had gotten it, and even if he did, what kind of reason he should have found to get it from the two of them......

These are all extremely annoying things, and with a brainless Sirius bent on revenge, it's really a terrible thing.

But these things can only be kept in mind, at least, Harry's Quidditch match is something that cannot be missed.