Vol 2 Chapter 1047: Bad practice

Rita’s report will wait until next Monday, and the next day is the day when Gryffindor played against Hufflepuff.
Harry, Fred, and George took Elaine to find Angelina. As the last hope of the Gryffindor team, they tested Elaine's ability overnight and it was really great. No one thought she was flying so well. And very powerful, can replace the position of the batter, more than enough.
They went to Professor McGonagall and hoped that Elaine would appear on the second day.
If it was before, this is naturally no problem. After the Education Order No. 24, this right belongs to Umbridge.
Any team recruiting new members will be subject to her review, no accident, Umbridge refused!
Harry was already numb, but Umbridge’s behavior completely angered Elaine.
The little guy was full of dangerous thoughts, revengeful and extremely militant, and she threatened to retaliate against Umbridge.
Although Ai Wen warned her not to attack Umbridge, she could see her, and she did not hear it.
Ai Wen can only retreat to the next level and consider not being seen when attacking Umbridge.
You can't do it directly in the castle. In addition to the students, there are ubiquitous portraits, ghosts and magical creatures.
If they attack Umbridge, it is very likely to be discovered, only let her leave the castle.
At 8 o'clock the next morning, the Quidditch match started on time. The only advantage of this game is that it is short.
Gryffindor's audience only had to endure the pain of twenty-two minutes. It's hard to say which one is the worst. It's hard to tell, and Ron missed the ball twenty times.
Hufflepuff’s pursuit of Arecia is so great that no one can stop him. The miracle is that the Gryffindor team only lost 30 points in the end: Ginny in Hufflepuff to find the player The snitch was caught under the nose, and the final score was two hundred and sixty to two hundred and thirty.
"You caught it well," Harry said to Ginny.
At noon that day, the atmosphere in the common room was like a particularly miserable funeral.
"Lucky!" She shrugged. "The thief is not very fast. Charpy has a cold. He sneezed at a critical time and closed his eyes. Anyway, after you return home..."
"Ginny, I am banned for life."
"It was Umbridge who was banned during school!" Ginny corrected him. "This is not the same. Anyway, after you return home, I will fight to be a chasing player. Angelina and Eliya will leave next year. I prefer to score goals instead of looking for a ball."
As for Ron, he was in the corner, his eyes fixed on his knees, and a bottle of butter beer was in his hand.
"Angelina still refuses to let him leave the team." Ginny said, "She said she knew he had potential."
At this point, Angelina’s confidence in Ron has become a cruelty.
When Ron left the court, the Slytherins sang happily "Weasley is our king" and they are expected to win the Quidditch Cup.
Hufflepuff’s pursuit is great, but she is the only one, and the other players rarely cooperate with her. In the second half of the game, there is no way to let her play. How to see, the little girl could not be the opponent of Slytherin.
Needless to say, the Slytherin team still has a lot of despicable ways to deal with her, such as attacks...
As long as they can win the game, they don't care how disgraceful the means are.
Following this trend, the Slytherin team will win this year's championship.
The news is frustrating, but not as much as one in ten of everyone who hates Umbridge.
Hogwarts’s attention to the game did not last long, only lasting until the afternoon.
At five o'clock on Sunday night, as usual, Harry came to Snape's office for a separate counseling.
It’s really no good news. He was noisy yesterday and autumn. This morning, the Gryffindor team just lost the game. Now he has to go to Snape’s office to learn brain closure. This magic can only make He felt the pain, and Snape was once again inserted to make his body exhausted.
During this time, Harry and Voldemort have become more and more connected.
He saw too many things that shouldn't be seen and shouldn't be heard. He thought it was because Snape had tortured him more fatigued.
In those dreams, Harry knew that Voldemort had acquired new information from Lukewood about the important information of the Mystery Division.
He had worked there before, and from him, Voldemort knew how to get that thing.
In addition, Harry also knew Bode’s death.
Lucius Malfoy used the Soul of the Soul for him, hoping that he would get the prophet.
But he couldn't take it at all, because under the protection of ancient magic, only Harry and Voldemort could touch the prophecy.
In order to prevent Bod from revealing the secret, Malfoy finally killed him.
Voldemort finally knew that the prophecy was going to get the method, everything was ready, and now it’s a temptation to get Harry to get it.
Ai Wen was very satisfied with Harry's information, but Snape was not satisfied at all, very unhappy.
"Stand up, Potter," Snape said.
Harry squatted on the ground in Snape's office, trying to empty his brain.
Just now, he was forced to revisit a string of childhood memories that he did not know he still stored, most of which was the humiliation of the Dalyan group in elementary school.

What is the last memory?
Snape asked.
"I don't know!" said Harry. He stood up in fatigue and found it increasingly difficult to tell what Snape was constantly drawing. "Is it my cousin who wants me to stand in the toilet?"
"No," Snape whispered. "It's a man lying in the middle of a dark room."
"Nothing," Harry said quickly.
Snape's black eyes saw Harry's eyes like a drill, and Harry remembered that eye contact was critical to the gods, and he blinked and removed his gaze.
"How could that person and the room come into your mind, Potter?" Snape said.
"That..." Harry avoided his gaze. "That was just a dream I made."
"A dream?" Snape said.
For a moment of silence, Harry stared at a dead frog in a purple liquid.
"Do you know what we are doing here, Potter?" Snape whispered fiercely. "Do you know why I gave up my rest time to do this nasty job?"
"Know," Harry said stiffly.
"Talk about what we are doing here, Potter."
"Teach me brain closure." Harry stared at a dead squid.
"Yes, Potter, even if you are stupid, I thought that after a long course, you should have made some progress, but you just told me that you have made a dream about the Dark Lord, how many such dreams?

Harry looked back at Snape, hated him, and then lied, "Just this one!"