"He's right!"

Anthony swiped the ice blade that had been transformed with his feet and slowly came to the front of the three little ones.

"Don't unleash magic behind me, I'm too cowardly to stand this fright!"

"Cowardly? You? Hermione was bracing her body in front of her. Yan Ran smiled, as if she had heard some joke.

Her face improved slightly.

Just now, she suddenly heard the sound of the Imperius Curse on the edge of the lake.

God knows how nervous she was when she heard the words 'out of body'.

That feeling, my heart skipped half a beat.

After seeing the Slytherin girl actually cast the Imperius Curse on Anthony, a strong indignation suddenly rose in her heart.

With her wand in hand, she almost subconsciously released a petrification spell.

Then he ran anxiously.

Tut!

Hermione's mood was written on her face.

On the ice, Anthony held her with his left hand, and aimed his wand at her feet with his right hand.

After shaking slightly, Hermione seemed to grow taller, and two more skates appeared under the feet of her shoes.

He took her hand and whispered, "You must have played, relax, I'll lead you." ”

With that, Anthony exerted his legs and led Hermione to begin gliding across the lake.

At first, the little witch's movements were still very stiff, and she couldn't let go of her hands and feet, and grabbed his hand with all her might.

Anthony didn't say anything, though.

The first time, you'll be nervous, and you won't be able to use a sport like skating to say that you don't have any skills, in a word: fall a few more times, and you'll be done.

It's the same with the expansion to the bike, drop one, and make sure to learn.

It's the same for learning to drive.

However, here is a reminder to change driving schools, after all, scrap a car, and the driving school probably won't dare to teach you anymore.

...

In the afternoon, the sun, which had been hidden all morning, finally jumped out.

The earth began to heat up, and although it was still cold, it was not as unbearably cold as it was in the morning.

There are more and more Hogwarts wizards on the lake, and everyone is gathered in groups and twos, either chatting about recent events or skating on the ice like Anthony and the others.

The sport doesn't seem to be popular among wizards, but that's okay, there's a lot of enthusiasm for learning, and from time to time someone falls on the lake, and even hits someone else, and then that person gets hit and knocks down another person, like dominoes, and knocks down a large number of wizards at once.

Slowly, Hermione relaxed, she was smart, and mastering this exercise was a piece of cake for her.

But it was Harry who first learned it, maybe it was his Quidditch talent, Harry never fell at all, he stepped on the skate, stumbled a few steps, and learned to skate, which perfectly illustrates what it means to be talented.

"Oh!"

The little wizard flies happily close to the ground.

Scratches were left on the smooth surface of the lake.

Anthony hooked the corners of his mouth and looked at Harry Hermione and them screaming with a smile on his face.

Children, how can there be any contradictions, going out to play heartily can solve 99% of the troubles, why is it such a simple truth, these fools just can't figure it out?

Thinking about it, he also smiled and melted in.

A few people chased and fought on the ice like crazy.

It wasn't until it was getting late that Anthony and the others returned to the castle with the departing crowd. (Hey!) What about Malfoy? Help! ）

In the Gryffindor common room, the four of them seemed to be back to their previous appearance, and everyone laughed happily,

Hermione had prepared a copy of Quidditch Tracing for Harry. This is a particularly interesting book to read.

The next day, Friday, after his final training session, he spent the whole day reading the book, and Harry learned from the Quidditch Tracing that there were 700 fouls in Quidditch matches, and they all appeared in a World Cup match in 1473.

Then an even more bizarre Quidditch story unfolded in front of Harry, and he managed to fall asleep in the slow and bizarre writing.

When I opened my eyes again, it was already Saturday.

...

It was still cold early in the morning, but the good news was that it was a sunny day and it won't rain. Otherwise, if it rains, you won't have to freeze to death during the game, which is why Anthony has vowed never to join the Quidditch team.

Everyone in the dorm got up extra early today, not only Ron, but even Neville and Seamus got up early and ran to the auditorium to take a seat for Harry.

The auditorium was filled with the tantalizing smell of grilled sausages, and everyone was looking forward to a good Quidditch match, chatting happily.

"Eat a loaf of bread!" Hermione looked at Harry and coaxed.

"I... I'm not too hungry! "Although Harry was in good spirits with Anthony and Hermione, he was still a little nervous as the game approached.

"Harry, you need to keep your stamina strong." Seamus reminded: "The Seeker is always the one the opponent is guarding against. ”

Although no one had seen Harry train, it was unclear how he was doing, but the position of the Seeker meant that Harry would definitely be taken care of by Slytherin.

There is no doubt about it.

"Thank you, Seamus." Harry responded, then picked up the pumpkin porridge he had in hand and took two sips.

The time came to eleven o'clock.

Almost all the students and teachers came to the stands around the Quidditch pitch. Anthony and Hermione: They had already picked their spots.

Located in the highest row of the stands.

Where is the best view.

Ron, Hermione, Anthony, Neville, Seamus and West Ham fans Dean is alongside Hufflepuff's Justin.

They were holding a huge banner in their hands.

It says Potter wins.

Dean also drew a mighty Gryffindor lion on it, while Hermione cast a subtle spell on the banner, causing the paint on the banner to shimmer in different colors.

"I... I was a little nervous. Ron stumbled.

"Cut, it's not promising, it's not your game, what are you nervous about?" Anthony said ruthlessly.

"Hey!" Ron immediately turned his head and retorted, "Harry is my best friend, I'm worried about him!" ”

"Huh!"

Anthony looked at Ron with the eyes of a scumbag, and then said in his tone, "Harry is my best friend. ”

"Abba, Abba, so we're not!"

"Uh... No, I mean, you're all my best friends. ”

"Humph! Weasley attempting to step on two boats. No explanation, I know, Ron Weasley. ”

"..."Ron.

Sure enough, in terms of nonsense and verbal arguments, he is not Anthony's opponent.

He was defeated in less than two rounds, and after a hunch that it would get darker and darker, Ron decisively chose to shut up.

"Oh yes, when it comes to sore spots, I know."

Anthony on the side sighed for a long time, and finally showed his evil fangs, and said: "Unless you are a sweet girl, you will never be able to restore your image in my heart." ”

"What image?" Ron was blinded, he looked at Anthony stupidly, with confusion in his eyes: "What sweet girl?" What kind of image am I in your heart! ”

"You tell me clearly, hey?!"