Rita's report would have to wait until the next Monday. The next day was the day when the Gryffindor Team would play against the Hufflepuff Team.
Harry, Fred, and George took Elaine to Angelina. As the last hope of the Gryffindor Team, they tested Elaine's ability overnight. She was indeed great. No one expected her to fly so well, and she was very powerful. She could replace the batter's position, which was more than enough.
They went to Professor Meg, hoping to let Elaine play the next day.
In the past, this would not have been a problem, but after Education Order No. 24, this right belonged to Umrich.
Any team that recruited new members had to go through her review. Unsurprisingly, Umrich refused!
Harry and the others were already numb, but Umrich's behavior completely angered Elaine.
This little fellow's mind was full of dangerous ideas. She was vengeful and extremely belligerent. She threatened to take revenge on Umrich.
Although Elwyn warned her not to attack Umrich, it was obvious that she did not listen.
Elwyn could only settle for the next best thing, and consider not being seen when attacking Umrich.
They could not attack directly in the castle. In addition to the students, there were portraits, ghosts, and various magical creatures everywhere in the castle.
If they attacked Umrich, they would likely be discovered. They could only let her leave the castle …
The next day, at eight o 'clock in the morning, the Quidditch game started on time. The only good thing about this game was that it was short.
Gryffindor's spectators only had to endure 22 minutes of pain. It was hard to say which was the worst. It was hard to tell which one was better. Ron missed the ball 22 times.
Hufflepuff's pursuer, Alicia, was so good that no one could stop her. The miracle was that Gryffindor's team only lost by 30 points in the end: Ginny caught the Cat Burglar right under the nose of Hufflepuff's seeker, Sherpy. The final score was 260 to 230.
"Good catch," Harry said to Ginny.
At noon that day, the atmosphere in the common room resembled a particularly mournful funeral.
"Very lucky!" She shrugged. "The burglar wasn't very fast. Sherlock caught a cold and sneezed at the critical moment. He closed his eyes. Anyway, when you returned to the team …"
"Ginny, I'm banned for life."
"It's because Umrich is banned for the duration of school!" Ginny corrected him, "It's not the same. Anyway, when you come back, I'll try to chase after the ball. Angelina and Aria will be leaving next year. I prefer to score goals rather than look for them."
As for Ron, he shrunk in the corner, staring at his knees and holding a bottle of Butterbeer in his hand.
"Angelina still won't let him leave the team," Ginny said. "She said she knows he has potential."
At this point, Angelina's confidence in Ron had become a form of cruelty.
When Ron left the field, Slytherin's team sang "Weasley is our king" in high spirits. They had hope of winning the Quidditch Cup.
Hufflepuff's pursuer was good, but she was the only one. The other players rarely cooperated with her. This was reflected in the second half of the game. As long as she was not allowed to touch the ball, she could not perform well. No matter how you looked at it, the little girl was no match for Slytherin's team.
Not to mention, Slytherin's team had many despicable ways to deal with her, such as ambushing her …
As long as they could win the game, they did not care how dishonorable their methods were.
If this trend continued, Slytherin's team would win this year's championship.
The news was depressing, but it was not as bad as the hatred everyone had for Umrich.
The Hogwarts students did not pay attention to the game for long. It only lasted until the afternoon of the same day.
At five o 'clock on Sunday night, as usual, Harry came to Snape's office for private tutoring.
There was really no good news. He had a falling out with Qiu yesterday, and this morning, Gryffindor had just lost the game. Now he had to go to Snape's office to learn Cerebral Occlusion. This spell only made him feel pain, and Snape's repeated thrusts exhausted his body.
Recently, Harry and Lord Voldemort's contact had become more frequent.
He had seen too many things that he should not have seen and heard. He believed that this was because Snape had tortured him to the point of tiredness.
In those d * mn dreams, Harry knew that Lord Voldemort had obtained new information from Luke Wood. It was important information about the Department of Mystery Affairs.
After all, he had worked there before. From him, Lord Voldemort knew how to get that thing.
In addition, Harry also knew the cause of Bord's death.
Lucius Malfoy had used the Soul Snatch Spell on him, hoping that he could get the prophecy ball.
However, it was impossible for him to take it away. Under the protection of ancient magic, only Harry and Lord Voldemort could touch the prophecy ball.
To prevent Bord from revealing the secret, Malfoy had killed him in the end.
Lord Voldemort finally knew how to obtain the prophecy ball. Everything was ready. Now, all that was left was to lure Harry to get it.
Elwyn was very satisfied with Harry's information, but Snape was not at all satisfied. He was very unhappy.
"Stand up, Potter," Snape said.
Harry knelt on the floor of Snape's office, trying to clear his mind.
Just now, he was forced to relive a series of childhood memories that he did not even know he still had. Most of them were the humiliation that Dudley and his gang had given him in elementary school.
"What was the last memory?" Snape asked.
"I don't know!" Harry said. He stood up tiredly, finding it increasingly difficult to distinguish the images and sounds that Snape kept drawing out. "Was it the one that my cousin wanted me to stand in the toilet?"
"No," Snape said softly. "It was a man kneeling in the middle of a dark room."
"Nothing," Harry said quickly.
Snape's black eyes bored into Harry's like a drill. Harry remembered that eye contact was crucial to capturing the mind. He blinked and looked away.
"How did that man and that room get into your head, Potter?" Snape said.
"That …" Harry avoided his eyes. "It was just a dream I had."
"A dream?" Snape said.
There was a moment of silence. Harry stared at a dead frog soaked in purple liquid.
"Do you know what we're doing here, Potter?" Snape whispered fiercely. "Do you know why I gave up my rest time to do this nasty job?"
"Yes," Harry said stiffly.
"Tell me what we're doing here, Potter."
"Teach me Cerebral Occlusion," Harry said, staring at a dead eel again.
"That's right, Potter. Even if you're stupid, I thought that you would have made some progress after such a long period of lessons. But you just told me that you had a dream about the Black Devil. How many more dreams like this do you have?"
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