Vol 2 Chapter 221: Quidditch approaching

　　 Back to the Gryffindor public lounge.
The ruined portrait of the fat lady has been taken from the wall, replaced by the portrait of Sir Cadogan and his fat gray pony.
No one is very happy about this. Sir Cadogan spends half of his time challenging people and asking people to fight him. The rest of the time is spent thinking about ridiculously complicated passwords, and he has to change passwords at least twice a day.
"He's really crazy," Simon Finnigan said to Percy angrily. "Can't we change people?"
"No other paintings are willing to do this job," Percy said. "I was frightened by what happened to the Fat Lady. Sir Cadogan was the only one who came forward."
But the most terrible thing is that Professor McGonagall called Harry into her office, the look on his face made Harry think that someone must be dead.
"There is no need to lie to you, Potter," she said seriously, "I know this will be a shock to you, but Black—"
"I know he was chasing me," Harry said wearily. "I heard Ron's father tell his mother. Mr. Weasley works at the Ministry of Magic."
McGonagall seemed very surprised. She stared at Harry, and after a while, she said, "I understand! Okay, then, Potter, then you understand why I think it's not a good idea to practice Quidditch in the evening. On the court, There are only your teammates around. You are very exposed, Potter—"
"Saturday we are going to have the first game!" Harry said, furious. "I must train, Professor!"
Professor McGonagall looked at him intently. Harry knew that she was extremely concerned about the future of the Gryffindor team, after all, she first suggested that Harry be the seeker. He waited, holding his breath nervously.
"Um..." Professor McGonagall stood up and stared at the Quidditch stadium outside the window, which was faintly visible in the rain. "Okay... God knows, I would like to see our team win the trophy at the end... But anyway, Potter... If there is a teacher present, I will be more happy. I ask Mrs. Hooch to oversee you. Training."
In this way, the first Quidditch game is approaching, but the weather is getting worse. Under the supervision of Mrs. Hooch, the Gryffindor team trained bravely and worked harder than before. Then, during the last training session before Saturday's game, Oliver brought unwelcome news to his team.
"We don't compare with the Slytherin team!" He told them angrily, "Flint came to see me just now. We are going to compare with the Hefpaff team."
"Why?" the other team members asked in unison.
"Flint's excuse is that the injured arm of their seeker is not good yet." Wood said, snarling his spear furiously. It will ruin their chances..." All day squally and rainy all day, and while Wood was speaking, they heard the rumble of thunder in the distance. "Malfoy's arm is okay!" Harry said furiously, "He's pretending!"
"I understand, but we can't prove this." Wood said painfully. "We have been practicing with Slytherin, and now we are playing against the Hufflepuff team. Their style is quite different. The same. They have a new captain and seeker Cedric Diggory—"
Angelina, Alia, and Katie suddenly giggled.
"What?" Wood said, disapproving of this carefree behavior.
"He is the tall and beautiful boy, right?" Angelina said.
"The one who is strong and talks less," Katie said, and they began to giggle again.
"He speaks less because he is too stupid to say two words at the same time." Fred said impatiently, "I don't understand why you should worry, Oliver, the Hefpaff team is an easy opponent to defeat. The last time we played against them, Harry caught the Golden Snitch in five minutes, remember?"
"We are playing under completely different conditions!" Wood exclaimed, his eyes slightly protruding. "Diggory has organized a strong team! He is an excellent seeker! I am worried that you will think that way! We must not underestimate the enemy! We must tackle the main problem! Slytherin wants to see us step by step! Must win!"
"Oliver, don't worry about getting angry," Fred said, a little panicked. "We will take the Hefpaff team seriously. We are serious."
In this way, the Quidditch game seems to be so determined, Gryffindor vs. Hefpaff.
However, this is not what Fanlin is most worried about. He believes in the strength of the Gryffindor team. What he cares more about is the trail of Peter Pettigrew. Although there is a potion to track him, Peter Pettigrew is always hiding behind Ron. .
Now Ron is extremely nervous about Scabbers. The rat tonic is completely useless. He has become more and more irritable, as if he is a different person, more often in a daze, and will have a big fight with Hermione. No one can dissuade the trouble.
Fanlin tried to get Peter Pettigrew out of Ron's hands several times~EbookFREE.me~ but Ron didn't believe him, and Shaban was now his heart, and no one could touch him.
It is worth mentioning that Peter Pettigrew became more and more restless. He often sneaked out after Ron was asleep, as if to guard against Sirius.
He was very afraid that Sirius would sneak in again, and he didn't believe in the dementors who didn't think much and the defense of Hogwarts. He didn't want to pin his life on these vague things, he needed to do something.
For this reason, Fanlin has always been very curious about what Peter Pettigrew wants to do. He can only feel how far the Pettigrew is from him, but he doesn't know what the surrounding environment looks like, so he has no way to judge.
Fanlin felt that he needed a live map to help him. Although he could transform and track Peter Pettigrew, this could easily reveal his purpose, at least not yet.
But to live up to the map, Fanlin is not sure if Fred and George have gotten them, and even if they get them, what reason should he find to get the thing from the two of them...
These are all extremely troublesome things, plus a thoughtless Sirius who wants revenge, this is really a terrible thing.
But these things can only be held in my heart, at least, Harry's Quidditch game is something that cannot be missed.
　　
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