Vol 2 Chapter 923: Letter

"I'm lucky," Ginny shrugged. "The Golden Snitch flew fast. Sambe just caught a cold. He sneezed and closed his eyes when he shouldn't. Anyway, once you return In the team..."
"Ginny, I got a lifetime ban." Harry said frustratedly.
"You were only banned while Umbrich was at school." Ginny corrected him. "That is different. Anyway, if you come back, I will try the chaser, Angelina and Eri. West Asia will graduate next year and I prefer the feeling of scoring."
Harry looked at Ron. He was hunched in the corner, staring at his knees, holding a bottle of Butterbeer in his hand.
"Angelina still won't let him resign," Ginny said, as if she knew what Harry was thinking. "She said she knew he would be fine."
Harry was happy for Angelina's confidence in Ron, but also thought it might be better for him to leave the team. Ron was at a loss when Slytherin sang "Weasley is our King" happily, and the former is now confident of winning the Quidditch Cup.
Fred and George came over.
"I knew he was going to lose energy," Fred said, looking at Ron's curvy figure, "I want to remind you, when he missed it for the fourteenth time..." He exaggeratedly made a puppy slide with his arm. The action of water.
"Oh, I will save it, eh?"
Ron dragged his body to sleep soon. In order to respect his feelings, Harry waited a while for the dormitory, lest Ron had to pretend to be asleep. To be sure, when Harry finally returned to the room, Ron's snoring sounded a little louder and sounded completely false.
Harry lay on the bed, thinking about the game. From the standpoint of the beholder, this is a complete failure. Ginny's performance was very good, but he knew that if he was allowed to come, he could catch the golden snitch sooner. It flopped on Cork's ankle for a while, and if Ginny didn't hesitate, she could win for Gryffindor.
Umbridge was sitting a few rows below Harry, Fanlin and Hermione, and once or twice she turned around to look at him. The wide toad's mouth was grinning. Maybe she thought it was a kind of satisfaction. laugh.
Harry lay in the dark, angered by the memory. However, a few minutes later, he remembered that he had to clear all emotions before going to bed, just as Snape reminded him after every Occlumency class.
Harry tried to do it, but the thought of Snape intensified his resentment towards Umbridge, and he found that his thoughts had focused on how much he hated these two men.
Slowly, Ron's snoring disappeared, replaced by deep, slow breathing.
It was harder for Harry to fall asleep. His body was very tired, but his mind was slow to rest. He dreamed that Neville and Professor Sprout were waltzing outside the interrogation room, while Professor McGonagall was playing the bagpipe.
He looked at their happy faces and decided to find other D.A members. But when he left the classroom, he found that the wall in front of him was not BarabastheBarmy's tapestry, but a torch stuck in a bracket.
Harry turned his head slowly to the left, where, at the end of the long windowless passage, was a dark door. He walked towards it, excited. He has a strange feeling that he will have enough luck to open it this time. He walked in front of it and was excited to find that there was a blazing light blue light on his right hand. The door was open. He stretched out his hand and pushed it open...
Ron let out a loud, real snoring sound, and Harry woke up suddenly and found his right hand stretched out into the darkness ahead, as if to open a door a hundred miles away.
With a sense of loss and guilt, he put his hand down. He knew it was impossible for him to see this door, but he still had a strong curiosity to know what was behind it. He couldn't help but blame Ron for the interruption, if only he could control his snoring.
But Harry didn't tell anyone about this, because it was so absurd that even he himself couldn't believe that this was something Voldemort wanted him to see.
Crystal ball?
Harry murmured, then turned to look at Fanlin's bed.
Familiar with the blue light still not extinguished, this seemed to make Harry feel at ease. Since the incident with Mr. Weasley, Harry wakes up every night to look at the bed in Fanlin to determine if he is staying in Huo. Gwarz.
When the owls came to deliver the letter on Monday morning, they happened to walk into the hall to have breakfast.
Hermione is not the only one who is eagerly looking forward to seeing the Daily Prophet: almost no one wants to know about the escaped Death Eaters, and despite all kinds of sightings, they are still not caught.
Hermione gave the owl something to eat and immediately opened the newspaper. Fanlin looked at his magic book in a hurry, while holding his sandwich on the other side.
Harry was drinking orange juice, and since he had only received a letter once in the year, when an owl threw something at him, he thought it must have been sent wrong.
"Who are you looking for?" Harry weakly removed the orange juice from the beak, and turned to look at the recipient's name and address: Harry Potter in the Hogwarts school hall frowned. When trying to take the letter down, three, four, five or even more owls flapped their wings and flew down, squeezing their positions, and stepped on the butter and salt dishes, trying to make Harry see that he brought them first. Letter.
"What's the matter?" Ron asked in surprise. The entire Gryffindor table leaned forward, and the seventh owl flew down, screaming, flapping its wings.
"Harry!" Hermione gasped, reaching into the pile of feathers and pulling out a long round package of a long-eared owl. "I think I know what this means. Look at this first! "She opened the package and rolled out a tightly-rolled March Witcher Weekly.
He opened it and saw that his face on the cover was smiling sheepishly at him. The picture is full of big red words, saying: Once again declare the truth about the mysterious man I saw and the night he returned.
"Awesome, isn't it?" Luna cried, and ran to the Gryffindor table, squeezing between Fred and George. "It was published yesterday, and I asked Dad to send you a copy for free. I'm looking forward to this." She waved at the owl flying around the table in front of Harry ~EbookFREE.me~.
"Letters from the readers." Fanlin said without a cold. He has experienced a lot after the Quidditch World Cup.
"That's what I think," Hermione said eagerly, Harry, do you mind us"
"Look at it," Harry said blankly.
Each of Hermione and Luna tore open a letter.
"This was written by a guy who thought you were an unshakable person." Ron said roughly looking at his letter.
"This woman recommends you go to St. Mungo's Hospital to try a good combat spell course." Hermione said, a little disappointed.
"This is good," Harry said slowly, reading a letter from a witch living in Paisley. "Hi, she said she believed me!"
"And this..." Fanlin glanced at the address, "A French wizard, she also said that she believes in you, maybe we can still see Furong's happiness."
"Oh, it's not very reliable." Fred said, and he joined the open letter enthusiastically.
"This person said you are not a gibberish person, but he really can't believe that the mysterious man is back, so he doesn't know what to do now. Oh, it's a waste of parchment."
"He who believes in you again, Harry!" Hermione said excitedly. "I have read your story and come to the conclusion that the Daily Prophet has treated you unfairly. Although I don't want to believe that the mysterious man really returned, I still think what you said is true. Wow, great!"
"Someone thinks you're talking nonsense," Ron said, crumpled a letter and threw it off his shoulder. "But for this one, she said you changed her beliefs. She now thinks you are a hero and she also posted a photo. Wow!"
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