On Saturday morning, William, Hermione, Anne, Cedric and Qiu left the castle.

They were going to visit Hagrid.

But passing by Quidditch Stadium, the five people separated, Anne hugged Hermione's arm and pulled her to the stadium.

The two held hands, but they didn't know that they thought they were as close as sisters.

In fact, during the summer vacation, they had a fight.

So, a girl is such a strange creature. She obviously has the same relationship, and she has to hold hands when walking on the road.

I had to go to the toilet in groups, as if I was afraid of little monsters.

It's really a confusing behavior for girls!

When did you see a boy holding hands when he goes to the bathroom... Tsk tsk, William dared not even think about that picture, it was too exciting.

"Why are they both?" Qiu asked through a grassy field, "Don't you go see Hagrid?"

"They went to see Gryffindor's training first. Wood started the special training early in the morning. Annie pulled Hermione to inspect everyone's strength. She wanted to join the team in a few years."

"Ha, Annie is going to join the team, too?"

William nodded. "I bought Anne and Hermione two 2001 during the summer vacation. Anne was studying pretty well."

"How is the performance of Guangwheel 2001?" Qiu Guan said.

"The fastest speed is faster than the 2000 light wheel, but the start time between the two sides is similar, and overall, it is within an acceptable range." Cedric explained.

"I have various data on Guanghuang 2001 that I have counted. When I go back, I will show you."

They fought 5v5 battles during the summer vacation and specially tested the various performances of Guanghuang 2001.

Qiu nodded and asked again, "Did Gryffindor train so early this year?"

"Yes, they are holding on to their strength and want to win the Quidditch Cup." William smiled.

"Especially Lockhart gave the Golden Prison Award to Professor McGonagall, who scolded Wood for half an hour in the office and gave him a death order to win the championship."

"The students from other academys are all stumbling blocks on our road to defending the championship." Qiu held his chin.

"Can you develop Anne into our spy and find out their tactics?" She came up with a bad idea again.

"Don't even think about it. Anne will use our tactics in the morning." William smiled.

"If Anne was a spy, she would definitely be a double-faced spy. If she could defeat Ravenclaw, she would feel very accomplished."

"This is troublesome. It seems that our biggest enemy will be Gryffindor. As for the others... they are all stinky fish and rotten shrimps, so there is no need to worry about it."

"Hey, you two are too much." Cedric said dissatisfied: "When I don't exist, right? We, Hufflepuff, are the favorites to win the championship? What kind of smelly fish and rotten shrimps are Gryffindor!"

William and Qiu both laughed.

"Our Gryffindor is the favorite this year, which is different from the smelly fish and rotten shrimps like Hufflepuff!"

In the locker room at Quidditch arena, Wood waving his towel and cheering everyone up loudly.

But no one listened to him, he was in a drowsy state. He came at four in the morning and was very sleepy now.

George had swollen eyes and his hair was chaotic, and he was sleeping with his head down.

Snoring, grinding teeth, talking to sleep...he has it all!

I have to sigh: Gryffindor has a good verbal skill.

Fred was even more out of the way. His head dropped to Angelina's shoulders, and he was still a little bit, trying hard to move downwards, not sure if it was intentional.

Angelina had a smile on her face, but murderous intent in her eyes, ready to slap Fred at any time so that he could be sober, a stinky hooligan.

Harry slept the most soundly, his head was on the broom of the 1700th wheel, but it seemed that he hadn't eaten in the morning, and he kept biting the wood and making a creaking sound.

"Well, guys, let's start training and test the new tactics I just told you!"

Wood woke everyone up and took everyone out of the locker room and entered the field.

"It's out." Anne yelled loudly as soon as she walked into the Quidditch arena.

The two walked towards the audience, where Ron and Colin were already there.

Colin Clivie is also a first-year wizard in Gryffindor. He is also an avid Harry fan, holding a camera, taking pictures one by one.

Ron sat alone in the chair and didn't seem to like him very much.

"Why is it just now?" Hermione asked in confusion. "Didn't Wood say yesterday that he would take Gryffindor's team and look at Hogwarts at four in the morning?"

"Who knows what you're doing?" Ron yawned.

"I suspect Wood took Harry and the others to sleep in the locker room for one morning."

This was purely a slander for Wood. Harry and the others did slept all morning, but Wood did not sleep, and he was in an excited state.

Gryffindor began to warm up, but within a few minutes the Slytherin students showed up.

"What's going on? How could the Slytherin students come?" Ron said. "It's Malfoy!"

Ron seemed to see his enemy, jumped out of the audience and ran towards the middle of the field, and Anne and Hermione also went with him.

"Flint!" Wood shouted at the captain of the Slytherin, "This is our training time! We got up early! Please go out!"

"Oh, Wood." Flint said with a smile, "That won't work. I have a special sign from Professor Snape. We want to train new finders."

Flint deliberately waved a note in his hand.

"You have a new lookout?" Wood's attention was diverted. "Where is it?"

Malfoy took his two little followers and flashed out from behind the six tall team members, with a smug smile on his pale pointed face.

"Yes, it's me."

Malfoy stared at Harry's eyes, licked his dry lips, his eyes burning.

finally,

The distance between him and Porter finally got in!

The two are no longer so far away, Malfoy can openly communicate with Porter on the grass to play ball skills.

During the competition, they can sweat profusely, chase each other unrestrainedly, and collided physically on the broom in an easy-to-understand manner.

Don't worry about hurting the other person.

Ron obviously thought of this layer, and his eyes were gloomy and he looked at the team members' costumes on Malfoy with jealousy.

He also wants to play ball with Harry!

Flint began to show off the glitter 2001 donated by Old Malfoy, and seven flying brooms shone in the sun.

"Bright wheel 1700? Haha, you're eliminated, you're just treating garbage as a treasure." Malfoy said complacently, "I've never seen such a valuable thing?"

"At least, no player on the Gryffindor team needs to pay to join the team," Hermione said sarcastically. "They came in completely by their ability."

Malfoy's face turned red with a smug face, and he said in anger: "No one asks you, you are a stinky little mud."

After this sentence fell, it looked like a deep water bomb.

Flint had to rush forward to Draco to prevent Fred and George from jumping on him and fucking him.

Alia screamed, "How dare you!"

Wood took off his shoes and tried to kill Malfoy.

Ron reached out to pull out his wand from his robe, and Flint hurriedly grabbed his hand.

Anne, who was not paying attention, walked around the crowd and quickly walked to Malfoy, slapped him hard in the face.

Her voice was cold and said:

"Come!

Another scolding,

Give it a try?!"

Malfoy was stunned and wanted to fight back, but Anne took out her wand and pointed it at her chest faster.

A spark appeared at the top of the wand, and the spell could shoot out at any time.

Malfoy retreated in panic. Anne was unhappy and chased after him again, kicking him hard in the abdomen.

Malfoy fell to the ground, covering his face with his left hand and his right hand covering his lower abdomen with his sobs.

"My dad..."

Anne raised her chin and said to her tit: "What's wrong with your dad? My brother is still William Stark."

"If you dare to let me hear you scold Hermione, it's not as simple as slapping me."

Malfoy was speechless and didn't know what to say.

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Chapter completed!