MTL - 94 Diagon Alley-Chapter 153 Festival

Ask Hermione on the field, it will get them fired, Gryffindor will also lose points and disqualify.

Soon, Harry whizzed past them, swooping at the fluttering ball and caught it.

"There it is!" Harry shouted, turning and sprinting toward the ground, holding the Snitch high in his hand. When the audience realized what was going on, a deafening roar erupted, drowning out the end-of-game whistle.

Hermione didn't look very happy, but left the audience with a heavy heart and ran towards the arena. Gwen, who was full of magic medicine, immediately followed.

Wait until Harry and Ron are the only ones left in the locker room. Hermione burst in, her Gryffindor scarf clutched in both hands, distracted but determined. Of course, just as she was about to slam the door, Gwen squeezed in too, nearly pinching her fingers.

"I want to talk to you, Harry." She took a deep breath. "You shouldn't. You heard Slughorn say it's illegal. of."

"What are you going to do, expose us?" Ron asked.

"What are you two talking about?" Harry asked, turning to hang up his jersey so the others couldn't see the smug smile on his face.

"You know exactly what we're talking about!" Hermione said sharply. "You put Lucky Potion in Ron's pumpkin juice at breakfast! Flux!"

Good guy. Gwen finally understood, the golden potion, a small bottle, turned out to be a potion of luck - Merlin was on top, why couldn't Professor Snape give them some fortune last year? (Soon Gwen realizes he's daydreaming)

"No, I don't." Harry said, turning to face them...

"You're just mixing it up, Harry, that's why everything went so well, no matter how Slytherin misses, Ron can save every shot!"

"I didn't mix it in!" Harry said, smiling. He reached into his coat pocket and pulled out the vial that Gwen had seen him hold in the morning. A bottle full of golden-yellow potion, the stopper still sealed with wax. "I wanted Ron to think I had the potion mixed in, so I pretended to do it knowing you were watching." He looked at Ron. "You save every ball because you feel lucky. You do it on your own."

He put the potion back in his pocket.

"Is there really nothing in my pumpkin juice?" Ron said in shock, "But the weather is so good...Vasai can't come to the game... You really didn't give me a luck potion? "

Harry shook his head. Ron stared at him blankly for a moment, then turned sharply to Hermione and said in her voice:

"You put Flux in Ron's pumpkin juice this morning so he can save so many balls! See! I can save the **** without help, Hermione !"

"I never said you couldn't—Ron, you thought you had a potion!"

But Ron was already carrying a broom and swaggering past Hermione.

"I have to be fair," Gwen said, unable to bear the embarrassment, "you did a great day, Ron. But Hermione has always supported you, and countered Fool Smith that you were just Lucky commentary - you see, she obviously thinks you're capable."

Ron's footsteps paused, looking at Hermione in disbelief, but the wise witch refused to look up at him at all. Ron's face turned as red as his hair, and he ran.

"Well," said Harry, breaking the sudden silence, not expecting his plans to backfire like this, "If you're not going to invite Ron... can we go to the party together?"

After finishing speaking, she also rushed out of the dressing room.

Gwen gave a wry smile and ran after him.

Miss Ollivander never considered herself a full-blown optimist, so she figured that even if Ron and Hermione got into trouble, at least Ginny and Harry would be better off.

After all, if Hermione didn't want to go to the Slug Club, Harry would have to find a girlfriend from the girls he knew, and Ginny happened to be on Professor Slughorn's invite list On - still because of that bat essence curse.

But the development of things is like the unique pleasure of life, and I want to deny all people's predictions.

For example, as soon as Hermione, who finally stopped crying, returned to the common room, she saw Lavender Brown who was hugging Ron warmly and kissing him on the cheek.

"She seems to be biting his face, doesn't she?" said Ginny calmly, as Crookshanks, the dog, and Ginny's kitten, Nang, were surrounded Her feet were purring.

A unkempt brown hair flew past them and left the hole in the portrait.

Gwen scolded rudely, "How come at this time, I can guarantee that the girl just came at Ron's mouth - he avoided it."

"It's not too far." Ginny said coldly, "Maybe he's not ready to refuse?"

In fact, Ron had escaped from the octopus-like Lavender at this time, and he was looking for his two friends all over the room. But Lavender didn't intend to let him go, and followed behind him step by step.

"I thought you'd be happier if you won the game. Also, did Harry invite you to the club's dance?" Gwen asked, flipping through a copy of "The Transformation and Innovation of Potions" road.

"I may be punished." Ginny drooped her shoulders, "I thought he would never invite me, so I decided to go with Dean long ago, how likely do you think Harry is Will you escape this dance?"

"Zero." Gwen found what he was looking for, and contentedly took a pinch of cat hair off the dog and clipped it as a bookmark. "Because the professor specifically asked Hermione to see what night he was free, so it would definitely be possible to schedule the party on a night when Harry could come."

"No wonder." Ginny burst into tears. "The dance is this Saturday. I should have rejected Dean-Gwen sooner. My love and I are getting further and further apart."

Ginny must not be the only wizard to be troubled by love, as Ron returns shortly after with the scars of a little oriole attack. His expression was like a possible side effect of phlebostatin - if one's luck is conserved, then all bad luck will fall on him after the potion is over.

Snowflakes swirl outside the window again, beating against the icy latticework, and Christmas is just around the corner. Hagrid had brought in alone the twelve annual Christmas trees in the auditorium; the stair railings were wrapped in holly and tinsel; the helm of the armor flickered with everlasting candles, which hung in every section of the corridor. Bunch of mistletoe. Gwen misses her boyfriend again.

Harry finally invited Luna as his dance partner. For Gwen, this was good news for Ginny, as she was pretty sure that neither Harry nor Luna had any interest in each other.

Luna may be more interested in Thestrals.

But the other girls were staring at Luna resentfully. Gwen couldn't understand some of the girls in it, and just last year they whispered that Harry was a lunatic, and that this year they could show him love like a charm.

Soon she didn't have the heart to pay attention to the Hogwarts lace news, because when Gwen came out of the library, she saw a sneaky figure in the corridor, just in Eavesdropping near Professor Slughorn's office—don't think it must be Malfoy, the wizard who also wears a three-piece tailored suit at school.

Gwen immediately cast a Disillusionment Charm on herself, and hurriedly took out a perfume bottle from her bag. Before she could tiptoe close to Malfoy, Mrs Norris's creepy cat meow suddenly came. Immediately, Filch came running with a wild smile on his face, and Gwen could only hold his breath against the wall.

He tugged at Malfoy's ear, grinning, the flesh on his chin quivering, "Wandering in the hallways—if you don't have an invitation from Professor Slughorn, you're in trouble. big."

Just like that, Malfoy was brought into the office by Filch. Gwen put down her wand regretfully, missing a great opportunity.

It seemed that Merlin heard Gwen's prayer, and after a while, Draco Malfoy was brought out by Snape, and both of them had bad expressions. More fortunately, the Slytherin dean didn't intend to take him back to the academy or office, but to an empty classroom at the end of the corridor.

Gwen wanted to sit at the door to eavesdrop on their conversation, but the level of his Disillusionment Charm is not high, if the failure is discovered, Gryffindor will lose fifty points for it , she will also sleep with the Flobber caterpillar. If the ability is not enough, the equipment should be collected. The dilapidated classroom had old keyholes that Gwen could easily fit in by making the telescopic ears slightly smaller. She was fortunate that George had stuffed her with a lot of magic props and heard the conversation inside smoothly.

"...can't go wrong, Draco, if you get fired—"

"That has nothing to do with me, you know?"

"I hope you're telling the truth, because it's clumsy and stupid, and you're already under suspicion."

"Who suspects me?" Malfoy asked angrily. "One last time, I didn't do it, you know? That girl named Katie must have an enemy no one knows about—don't Look at me like that! I