Chapter 934 (1/2)

”I'm lucky,” Ginny shrugged. ”Snitch flies so fast that sambe just caught a cold. He sneezes and closes his eyes when he shouldn't be. Anyway, once you get back on the team... ”

”Ginny, I got a life ban.” Harry said in dismay.

”You were only banned when Umbridge was in school.” Ginny corrected him. ”That's different. Anyway, if you come back, I'll try the chaser. Angelina and Alicia are going to graduate next year, and I prefer to score

Harry looked at Ron, hunched in the corner, staring at his knees and holding a bottle of buttered beer in his hand.

”Angelina still won't let him quit,” Ginny said, as if knowing Harry's mind. ”She said she knew he would be OK.”

Harry is happy with Angelina's confidence in Ron, but also thinks it might be better for him to leave the team. When Slytherin was happy to sing ”Weasley is our king,” Ron was at a loss, and the former is now confident of winning the Quidditch cup.

Fred and George came up.

”I knew he would be listless,” Fred said, looking at Ron's curving figure. ”I want to remind you that when he misses for the fourteenth time...” He exaggerates with his arm a little dog water skiing.

”- Oh, I'll save it, won't I?”

Ron soon dragged himself to bed. In order to respect his feelings, Harry waited for a while before he would have to pretend to be asleep. To be sure, when Harry finally returned to the room, Ron's voice was so much louder that it sounded completely false.

Harry lay in bed thinking about the game. From an onlooker's point of view, this is a complete failure. Ginny's performance is very good, but he knows that if he comes, he can catch the snitch earlier. It once fluttered around Kirk's ankle for a while, and if Ginny didn't hesitate, she could win for Gryffindor.

Umbridge was sitting in the rows below Harry and van Lin and Hermione, and once or twice she turned to look at him, and the wide Toad's mouth was wide open, perhaps she thought it was a satisfied smile.

Harry lay in the dark, infuriated by the memory. A few minutes later, however, he remembered that he had to clear his emotions before going to bed, as Snape reminded him after every brain block class.

Harry tried to do it, but the thought of Snape deepened his resentment against Umbridge, and he found that his thoughts had focused on how much he hated the two men.

Slowly, Ron's snoring disappeared, replaced by deep, slow breathing.

It was even harder for Harry to fall asleep. His body was very tired, but his mind could not rest. He dreamed that Neville and Professor sprout were waltzing outside the inquiry room, while Professor McGonagall was playing the bagpipe.

He looked at their happy look and decided to go to the other D.A. members. But when he left the classroom, he found that the wall in front of him was not Barab the Barry's tapestry, but a torch stuck in a bracket.

Harry slowly turned his head to the left, where, at the end of the long windowless passage, was a dark door. He walked towards it, excited. He had a strange feeling that this time he would be lucky enough to open it. He walked in front of it, excitedly found that there was a blazing pale blue light on his right hand. The door was open. He held out his hand and pushed it open

Ron let out a loud, real snore. Harry suddenly woke up 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 he couldn't see the door, but he was still curious about what was behind it. He can't help but blame Ron for interrupting, if only he could control his snoring.

But Harry didn't tell anyone about it, because it was so absurd that he couldn't believe it was what Voldemort wanted him to see.

Crystal ball?