Love did what he had to do, and he chose to leave the rest to time, which often passes the fastest without even knowing it.

It's November after Halloween, and Christmas seems to be just around the corner.

As we enter November, the weather in the Scottish Highlands has become unusually cold, the surface of the Black Lagoon at Hogwarts has begun to freeze, the surface of the lake is as cold and hard as quenched steel, and the mountains around the school are covered with ice and snow, and it looks gray from a distance. Hagrid, the Warden of the Hunting Grounds, has one more job: defrosting the broomstick on the Quidditch pitch.

The Quidditch season began, and Harry's quest to become a Gryffindor Seeker was not hidden, and was soon known to the other three houses. Some people thought Harry would be able to end Slytherin's monopoly on the House Cup, while others thought they should have their mattresses ready in advance so that Harry wouldn't fall from the sky - these people obviously didn't know that there was a magic spell called the Shock Absorbing Charm.

Harry thanked Love from the bottom of his heart for being willing to lend him his homework and the homework he had gotten from Hermione. Since joining the Quidditch team, Harry has felt as if he had lost his personal time. Theoretically, the 24-hour day should be divided into three parts: eight hours of class, eight hours of rest, and the other eight hours for yourself. In Wood's case, however, you have to have eight hours of rest, eight hours for Quidditch, and the remaining eight hours for Quidditch as much as possible.

"Oh my God, it's too cold!" Harry rushed into the break room with his Halo 2000 in his hand, bringing in a fresh blast of cold air.

He even had frost on his eyelashes.

Looking at Harry who put his hand on the stove to bake, Love couldn't bear it. He took an empty jar of jam from the table next to him, and conjured a blue demonic fire, which he stuffed into the jar.

"Take it, take it for training in the future, it will at least be a little warmer, and if the fire is extinguished, it will be rekindled with the Fire Charm." Love shoved the jar to Harry.

If it's too cold in winter, stuff a warm baby in your robe.

"Thanks, brother." Harry put the jar in his hood to dispel the chill behind him. He was about to leave, but was stopped by Love.

"Wait a minute, there's a book here, I saw it in the library before, and I thought you might like it and borrowed it." Love handed Harry a book called Quidditch Origins.

Harry looked at the title of the book and a happy smile bloomed on his face, "Great book, thank you." ”

He took a broom, a jar of fire and a book and left.

"Wood's training is too intensive, and that's not a good thing." Looking at Harry's back in the distance, Hermione came to a conclusion.

"He wanted to win so much."

"Where do you want to go for Christmas break?" Hermione didn't dwell on the issue any longer, and she turned the conversation to planning for Christmas.

"I want to stay in school." Love didn't want to go back to his house in London, where there was no smell of home. Staying in school, he can read more books.

"Unfortunately, I'm going home." Hermione glanced at Love, deciding that if Love asked, she would agree to his request.

Love, however, said nothing more.

Back in the dormitory, Harry and Ron were making their beds.

"Damn the spots, they stained my sheets." Very dissatisfied, Ron picked up his pet mouse and threw it onto the bedside table.

Spotted stared at a pair of small black bean-like eyes, with an innocent look: I'm just a mouse who doesn't understand anything, you won't really punish me, right?

"Is it spotted bedwetting?" Love walked over and stared at the fat mouse with interest, "Maybe it's too old and incontinent." ”

Spots: (╬ ̄ ̄)

You're incontinent!

"It's not, even if it's really incontinent, how much can a rat contaminate? It was it that spilled my jam and when I came back from class, half of my sheets were stolen. Ron picked up a nearly empty jar of jam with a helpless look on his face.

"With the Cleansing Charm, you might be able to get it back to its original appearance." Harry pulled out a new sheet as he gave Ron a favor.

"Forget it, it feels weird and disgusting." Ron crumbled up the dirty sheets and threw them in the laundry basket.

The sheet was not wasted in the end, and Love unfolded it, then dyed it completely red, and wrote a line of large gold letters on it: Potter will win. Dean, who is good at drawing, draws a huge lion's head in the middle of the sheets. Eventually, Fred and George came to the bed sheet and cast a subtle spell so that the lion's head could roar.

A banner cheering on the Gryffindor team was ready.

Looking at the sheet in front of him, which emitted a lion's roar, Love only felt strangely familiar, as if he had seen it somewhere.

"I always feel—"

"Love, you're right."

Several lion cubs who had lived in Muggle society smiled at each other and came to a consensus.

"What are you laughing at?" Pure-blood wizards like Ron and Neville couldn't understand their classmates' laughter.

"Nothing." Love waved his hand, and together with Dean, they made changes to the banner: they moved the words "Potter Wins" above the lion and painted a number of golden ribbons around the lion's head.

Seamus also wrote the word "Gryffindor" in oversized font at the bottom.

Now, the sense of déjà vu is stronger.

"It's a good thing that the animal that symbolizes Gryffindor is not a black and white mouse, otherwise the existence of the wizarding world would have been exposed." Love said with a serious face.

"Hmm." Harry, Seamus, and Dean all nodded.

Ron, Neville, Fred, George: ???

"Why?" Ron really didn't understand what the black and white rats had to do with the exposure of the wizarding world.

"Oh, and this involves a very, very famous company in the non-magical world - there was a guy who accidentally drifted on an uninhabited island......"

"That's amazing!" After listening to Disney's "deeds", Ron couldn't close his mouth in shock: he couldn't imagine that there was such a company in the world!

In the end, Harry couldn't stand it and told Ron the truth, much to his disappointment.

And just like that, in a joyous atmosphere, the first Quidditch match of the year arrived.

With half an hour to go, there was no one in sight at Hogwarts Castle, and everyone rushed to the Quidditch pitch to get a good spot.

Ron was very experienced. After breakfast he came to the pitch with the banner and took the best spot in the Gryffindor stands, and when his friends were in, he shouted their names and told them to come and sit.

By eleven o'clock in the morning, the entire stadium was packed with students, the players from both sides had entered, and at the whistle of Mrs. Hodge, the game began.

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