activa-t Chapter 115 Are You Pinching Walnuts?
Chapter 115 Are You Pinching Walnuts?
Hogwarts is still very cold in February.
Macon hid in Hermione's hood and refused to come out. Hermione had no choice but to carry a big ball and rushed to the Quidditch field. Today is Gryffindor vs. Ravenclaw.
After the last defeat, the Eagles' morale was high this time, and they couldn't afford to lose again.
This game was extremely difficult, and Harry was very uncomfortable riding the Sweeping Seven Stars. He was most used to the Nimbus 2000, which was much better than the Sweeping series, not to mention that he had already tried the Firebolt.
But he's still holding on, on par with Ravenclaw's Cho Chang.
The two drove side by side, chasing the Snitch. They kept colliding in the air. Harry stared at the gold in front of him unswervingly. After it swooped down, Harry's eyes lit up. He knew that there was an opportunity. coming!
At the same time, they lowered the broom and caught up with the Snitch. When it was about to touch the ground, it rose sharply and then flew close to the ground at a very low altitude.
Qiu Zhang watched Harry continue to descend and chase the Snitch, and lifted the broom helplessly. She didn't dare to fly so low. Flying at low altitude after a rapid descent was prone to accidents, so she had no choice but to give up.
Harry knew that his chance had come, and it was time to perform his stunt. He pouted his buttocks, put his feet on the broom, and then stood up. Harry's flying on the broom naturally aroused the cheers of the audience.
Harry, who successfully caught the Golden Snitch, jumped off the broom straight away. He ran on the Quidditch field to his heart's content, and suddenly fell to his knees, causing him to slide far away, just like those celebrations after winning a football game, haha Li pressed the Golden Snitch into his palm with his thumb, opened his hands, and shouted loudly.
The rest of the Gryffindor Quidditch team landed, hugging and cheering together.
"Harry! You did it, and we won without the Firebolt!"
Excitedly, Wood jumped up from behind and hung on Harry, slapping his pectoralis major.
"Wood! We have one last game left! We're about to get the Academy Cup!"
Harry was clearly thrilled, too, and he proved himself once again.
"Hello, Harry, I'm Qiu Zhang. The move to win the golden snitch just now was very powerful. Congratulations, you won the game."
Qiu Zhang came forward generously and shook hands with him.
As soon as Harry touched the opponent's hand, he realized that the opponent was a girl, and immediately froze in place, using force unconsciously.
Qiu Zhang frowned and wanted to break his hand away, but she tried several times without success.
"Oh~~Harry, are you nervous? You're blushing!"
"Harry, are you pinching walnuts?"
"Ha ha!"
The lion cubs looked at the blushing Harry and began to tease him.
Harry, who had reacted, quickly let go of his hand. Qiu Zhang gave him a hard look, rubbed his little hands, and turned to leave.
After the game, Ron and Hermione congratulated Harry together. On the way back, Ron left first. He was going to find Padma. The recent confinement made him unable to continue dating each other at night, so he just Can be changed to daytime.
"Then Macon and I will go back first, Harry."
Watching Hermione leave, Harry sighed, now that it was all by himself, he headed back into the Room of Requirement when he returned to the castle.
Hermione returned to the hut, took off her cloak, hugged Macon who was curled up in the hood, threw him on the bed, and started busy studying on her own.
After Macon was woken up, he lost his sleepiness. After a big slack, he jumped onto Hermione's table.
"Hermione, I want to go out for a walk, how about coming back before dark?"
Hermione pointed to the door with the quill, meaning he could go.
The black cat walked happily on catwalks, walked out of the house, touched the silver key around its neck with its paws, and came to the door hall of the Department of Mysteries.
"Look! That black cat, glad to see you when I'm not on mission! Haha."
"Wow, does our support captain know to come here for a drink or two?"
"Black cat, come here quickly, don't pay attention to them."
These three voices were naturally the Disabled Alliance. They were sitting on the bar drinking wine, and when they saw Macon coming down from above, they started shouting.
"Have a butterbeer!"
Macon jumped onto the bar, stood up, picked up the glass of butter beer handed over by the bartender, it was tons~
"Black cat, you can drink so much, you scared me to death!"
The bald man imitated Macon's movements exaggeratedly, teasing him.
"Baldy! They drink butter beer! Haha"
"Shut up! Dead cripple, be careful that no one will come to rescue you when you call the police! Then your other leg might be gone!"
"Old blind man, you have too many things to do, so I don't bother to talk to you."
Macon finished his butter beer and looked around. It was a bit deserted here today.
"It's a little deserted here today."
"Oh, yes, I don't know why recently, there seems to be more and more unknowns. I heard that there is another crack on the minister's baby egg."
The blind man drank half of the whiskey in his hand in one gulp, and asked the bartender to fill it up for him.
"It's boring, it's all unknown garbage, it's so weak, I'm almost rusty."
The bald man was lying on the table with a half-dead look. With the right hand that put down the wine glass, he picked up the hat and fanned it, but he couldn't lift a hair.
"The garbage is unknown? You touch your bald head and say something else?"
"Cripple! Shall we compete to see who is better?"
"Baldy thief! Come here! Whoever is afraid of whom!"
Just when Macon thought that the two could fight, the bartender brought up two barrels of whiskey and put them on the bar. The two of them refused to accept the other, and they hugged and drank.
"Are they better than this?"
"Oh, they often do this, don't pay attention to them, and get drunk in a while."
"Aren't they going to delay the mission like this?"
The blind man smiled and pointed to the bartender. The bartender who was wiping the glass brought a glass of thick green liquid.
"Just feed them this, and they will immediately spit out all the wine in their stomachs, and then just need a glass of cold water to solve the problem."
The bartender introduced this weird liquid to Macon.
Although Macon didn't taste it, the pungent smell was enough to smell it.
"Blind man, are you done with Puli Island?"
"Yes, it's over. More than 300 ordinary residents died, most of them were older people. Nine of the silent people died. This is already very good, really."
After the blind man finished speaking, he drank another half glass of wine and poured the remaining half glass on the ground.
The way Macon looked at him could not be said to be sad or indifferent, perhaps it would be more accurate to call it a habit.
After leaving Macon from the Department of Mysteries, he strolled through the Ministry of Magic. Today, Sunday, the place is still crowded with people, basically every elevator is full of people.
"Oh, lovely black cat, where is your master? Did he get lost?"
The elevator attendant looked suspiciously at the black cat walking gracefully into the elevator.
"Hello, sir, I'm going to the first floor."
"Oh, yes, dear Mr. Wizard."
The elevator attendant was puzzled when he heard that the black cat was going to the first floor. When he saw the necklace on the black cat's neck, he pressed the button for him and immediately shut up and said nothing.
This elevator is not the kind that moves up and down, it can move in six directions in total, which caused Macon to be a little wobbly after getting out of the elevator.
Shaking the cat's head, he regained consciousness and looked around.
There is a lot of space on the first floor, and there are lavender paper airplanes flying in the sky here, which are used by various departments to convey information. As for why no owls are used?No one wants to work with bird shit on their shoulders.
The black cat stepped on the thick carpet and looked around, and soon he found his target. There was a small sign on the door of that office, which said Cornelius Fudge, Minister's Office.