Chapter 923 Letter

"I'm lucky," Ginny shrugged. "The Snitch flew very fast, and Sambey happened to catch a cold. He sneezed and closed his eyes when he shouldn't. Anyway, once you get back Come to the team..."

"Ginny, I got a lifetime ban." Harry said frustratedly.

"You were only banned when Umbridge was at school," Ginny corrected him, "That's different. Anyway, if you come back, I'll try the Chasers, Angelina and Ellie Xia will graduate next year, and I prefer the feeling of scoring.”

Harry looked at Ron, who was hunched in the corner, staring at his knees, clutching a bottle of Butterbeer.

"Angelina still won't let him resign," Ginny said, as if she knew what Harry was thinking. "She said she knew he was going to be okay."

Harry was pleased with Angelina's confidence in Ron, but also thought it might be better for him to let him go. Ron was overwhelmed when the Slytherins happily sang "Weasley is our king", with the former now confident of winning the Quidditch Cup.

Fred and George came over.

"I knew he would be sluggish," Fred said, looking at Ron's curved figure. "I want to remind you that when he missed the fourteenth time..." He made an exaggerated puppy slide with his arms. water action.

"——Oh, I can save it, huh?"

Ron soon dragged himself to bed. Out of respect for his feelings, Harry waited a while before entering the dormitory so that Ron wouldn't have to pretend to be asleep. What is certain is that when Harry finally returned to the room, Ron's snoring was just a little louder and sounded completely false.

Harry lay on his bed thinking about the game. From an onlooker's perspective, it was a complete failure. Ginny was doing very well, but he knew he would have caught the Snitch earlier if he had been left to do it. It fluttered around Cork's ankle for a moment, and if Ginny hadn't hesitated, she could have won the day for Gryffindor.

Umbridge was sitting a few rows below Harry, Fanlin, and Hermione. Once or twice she turned to look at him, her wide toad grin opening, perhaps she thought it was a sign of satisfaction. laugh.

Harry lay in the dark, angered by the memory. After a few minutes, however, he remembered that he had to clear out all the emotions before going to bed, as Snape reminded him after every Occlumency lesson.

Harry tried, but the thought of Snape only deepened his resentment towards Umbridge, and he found that his mind was already 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 couldn't rest. He dreamed that Neville and Professor Sprout were waltzing outside the interrogation room, while Professor McGonagall was playing the bagpipes.

He looked at their happy faces and decided to find other D.A members. But when he left the classroom he discovered that the wall in front of him was not Barabas the Barmy's tapestry, but a torch on a stand.

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

Ron snored loudly and truly, and Harry woke up suddenly and found that his right hand was reaching into the darkness in front of him, as if he was trying to open a door a hundred miles away.

With a sense of loss and guilt, he lowered his hand. He knew there was no way he could see the door, but still had a strong curiosity to know what was behind it. He couldn't help but blame Ron a little for the interruption, if only he could control his snoring.

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

Crystal ball?

Harry muttered, then turned and looked at Fan Lin's bed.

The familiar blue light was still not extinguished, which seemed to make Harry feel at ease. Ever since what happened with Mr. Weasley, Harry had to take a look at Fanlin's bed every night to make sure he was still staying in the hotel. Gewoz.

They walked into the hall to have breakfast on Monday morning when the owl came to deliver the letter.

Hermione wasn't the only one eager to see the Daily Prophet: there were few who weren't anxious to hear about the escaped Death Eaters, who had still not been caught despite various sighting reports.

Hermione gave the owl something to eat and immediately opened the newspaper. Fan Lin looked at his magic book calmly, while holding his sandwich on the other side.

Harry was drinking orange juice, and since he'd only received a letter once that year, he thought it must have been the wrong one when an owl slammed something in his direction.

"Who are you looking for?" Harry weakly removed the orange juice from under the bird's beak and turned sideways to read the recipient's name and address: Harry Potter in the hall of Hogwarts School. He frowned. When they were about to take down the letter, three, four, five or even more owls flew down with flapping wings, jostling for space, stepping on the butter and salt dish, trying to get Harry to see what they had brought first. letter.

"What's going on?" Ron asked in surprise. The whole Gryffindor table moved closer, and the seventh owl flew down, shrieking and flapping its wings.

"Harry!" gasped Hermione, reaching into the pile of feathers and pulling out the long, round bundle 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 issue of "Wizard Weekly."

He opened it and saw his own face smiling shyly at him on the cover. The screen was filled with big red letters that read: Once again, I state the truth about the mysterious man I saw and the night he returned.

"That's great, isn't it?" cried Luna, running over to the Gryffindor table and squeezing her way between Fred and George. "It was published yesterday, and I asked Dad to send you a copy for free. This is what I'm looking forward to—" She waved her hand at the owl flying around the table in front of Harry.

"Letters written by readers." Fan Lin said calmly. He had experienced a lot after the Quidditch World Cup.

"That's what I thought," Hermione said urgently. "Harry, would you mind if we—"

"You see," Harry said dully.

Hermione and Luna each tore open a letter.

"This is from a guy who thinks you're an immovable person," Ron said, looking at his letter roughly.

"This woman recommends that you try a good smite spell course at St. Mungo's Hospital," Hermione said, a little disappointed.

"That's a good one," Harry said slowly, scanning a letter from a witch who lived in Paisley. "Hey, she said she believed me!"

"And this..." Fan Lin glanced at the address, "A French wizard. She also expressed her belief in you. Maybe we can still see Furong's happiness."

"Oh, that's not true," said Fred, who enthusiastically joined in opening the letter.

"This guy says you're not a gibberish guy, but he really can't believe You-Know-Who is back, so he doesn't know what to do now. Gee, what a waste of parchment."

"Here's someone who believes in you again, Harry!" Hermione said excitedly. "I have read your story and have come to the conclusion that the Daily Prophet has treated you unfairly, and although I am reluctant to believe that the mysterious man is really back, I still think what you say is true. Wow, awesome!"

"There's someone else who thinks you're talking nonsense," Ron said, crumpling up a letter and throwing it over his shoulder. "But this one, she said you converted her and she now thinks you're a hero—and she posted a picture of it, so—wow!" (To be continued)