novelraw Chapter 143 The Golden Snitch
Chapter 143 The Golden Snitch
In addition to Harry and Damian, officials from the Ministry of Magic have gradually gathered in the woods, looking for the person who issued the Dark Mark. In the end, more and more wizards gathered around, and the two Robins gave up.
On the way to send Harley back to the American camp, the two had taken the opportunity to change their uniforms in the woods - Damian swore he didn't peek - they didn't use the grappling gun, they didn't run, but Stepping on the soft grass, walking slowly in the moonlight insects.Harry was not in a hurry at all, immersed in this rare silence.
The distant voices of other spectators or players began to gradually sound in the woods. After the riot/chaos ended, everyone began to return to their tents.
Harry looked at the tall boy who was silent beside him, "I'm sorry, Damian, this kind of thing happened to you...you should come here to relax..."
She tilted her head and thought for a while, then added, "Okay... Actually Quidditch is quite boring. You must force yourself to watch it so as not to disappoint me. I won't waste your time next time." .”
"Nonsense, I'm never bored." Damian replied immediately, "I'm glad I'm here today."
"Hmm..." Harry replied softly, and the two walked in the woods for a while.
"So, at present, there are at least three forces in the camp, or Britain." Damian's quiet voice sounded, "The first is the individual wizards who are utterly devoted to Voldemort, that is, those who released the Dark Mark; Most were not so loyal, ex-Death Eaters who betrayed the Dark Lord after the war. These people oscillate between good and evil, and identify with Voldemort to a certain extent—what's your word? 'No-Maj'?"
Harry nodded.
"As I said earlier, the second force, they agree with the Dark Lord's anti-No-Maj philosophy... Finally, there is the third force, which is more numerous-most ordinary wizards, if the individual forces actively fighting against the Dark Lord are also Including words like Dumbledore."
Harry shrugged, lowered his head and kicked the pebbles by his feet, "The situation in the United States is much simpler. There is only one guideline for all wizards - keep it secret!"
At this time, the two had almost reached the edge of the American camp, and Harry stopped.Damian took a few steps and found that the girl was not following. He turned and looked at her questioningly.
"I'm really..." Harry tugged at the corner of his clothes, "I'm really worried about you."
Under the moonlight, she looked a little nervous, "Next time, at least wait for me, okay?"
"Just because those people know magic? You think I can't handle it?" Damian almost laughed out loud, "I'm not the Kents."
"Okay..." Harry's head drooped, how could Damian listen to the persuasion, "At least don't underestimate the enemy, the Dark Lord can make almost all decent wizards fear like it is written in the history books, not because of writing books people make up stories."
Damian didn't answer right away, he looked at Harry who was very depressed at the moment, "Are you okay?" He paused to make his words more precise, "After seeing tonight's After these things?"
He looked the girl in the eye, not letting her escape the question.
"...my feeling...it's hard to describe." Harry sighed, looking at the faintly extinguished fire in the distance.
Biting her lip, Harry searched for the right words, "On the one hand, these Death Eaters make me feel...to a certain extent, like seeing dozens or hundreds of clowns—they also take pleasure in torturing innocent people .” She shook her head, “I can’t understand where all the fun comes from.”
"On the other hand, this is just a microcosm of thousands of years of human struggle against each other-another extreme manifestation of class and racial discrimination. Like... the Nazis who tortured the Jews? There is always nothing new under the sun thing……"
"Honestly, I'm a little lost." Harry crossed his arms and looked down at the grass under his feet. "I'm still very sad..."
"Even if I defeat Voldemort and kill him so what, you have seen what happened tonight - there are dozens and hundreds of wizards who agree with Voldemort's ideas, even without the leadership of the Dark Lord. Violence/chaos, self-entertainment. I can't kill them all."
"Even, even more wizards, even if they don't support Voldemort, they choose to stand on the sidelines-there are so many audiences here tonight, and they are all wizards-I don't believe that if enough power is gathered, they will not be able to save mere Four No-Majs—it's just that not many people really want to save them."
"I can't change anything." Harry kept shaking his head.
Damian was silent for a while, he didn't expect that Harry would think so much and take such a big responsibility on his shoulders.
"Maybe human beings are like this. Even if they don't fight for the race and ability tonight, they will fight each other for other things." Damian also wanted to sigh, enlightening the children who fell into the whirlpool of philosophy was never his Strengths—you know, he has always been the one to be enlightened, “Not only differences in race and abilities, but even simple differences in preferences will cause disputes—for example, people who like different teams will Fight. This is the nature of human beings, it is a kind of dynamic balance, we have fights, and we also have love, this is the rich emotion of human beings.”
The word "love" would come out of his own mouth... Damn, Damian almost trembled, he must be possessed by that guy Kent, or at least Grayson.
"I know what I just said, it's very pale," he added, "You can think about... Father? He has fought against Gotham's indifference for decades on his own, and even I didn't quite understand his words at first Persistence is for what."
"However, as you have seen, more and more people have joined his cause, so there must be more wizards joining you."
He has become such an optimistic person now?Damian smiled helplessly and shook his head - probably just for Harry's sake.
"You don't need to worry about these things," he squeezed Harley's shoulders, brushing the hair that floated to her lips back behind her ears, "tomorrow the game is over-hope it's over-come back to Gotham with me .”
Suddenly, out of nowhere, he blurted out, "You don't have anything else to do on the night you go back to Gotham, right?"
It must be because the quiet environment makes people dizzy, but he actually wants to invite Harley on a date!
But what should he say next...?
- "May I invite you to dinner?" This is so silly...
——"Let's go, go with brother, brother will take you to dinner." He must be sick to say such a thing...
- "Go on a date with me." Is that too direct?He hasn't had time to show it yet, it's so dry.
Harry stared up at him, eyes wide, waiting for him to finish his sentence.
"There is a new Italian restaurant, I..." Damian took a deep breath, "I want to take you there."
Well, it really came out!The next thing is to wait for the trial.
Damian suddenly had the urge to shake his legs, in fact, he wanted to shake his whole body, so as to vent his anxiety that had no place to rest.
"Oh..." Harry froze, and could only squeeze out a single syllable.
"Hmm... I'd love to?" she replied nervously, "No, I'd be honored. Thanks." She managed to put on her most demure look.
"Really? Okay..." Damian smiled, nodded, cleared his throat, touched his nose, a series of actions were superfluous.
"It's true. Okay..." Harry murmured too.
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Harry didn't know how he got back to the girls' tent and climbed into bed.Jennifer asked her what was wrong with concern, and Harry just faltered a few words absently.
In the dark, she began to think wildly——
Damian is... asking her out?
Does she need to… buy a dress just for this?
If the date goes well (how could it not?) does that mean... she and Damian are getting committed?
Ah ah ah ah ah!Harry was agitated silently in the curtain, covering his head with the quilt, his cheeks burning hot.
(She certainly didn't take Uncle Bruce's dating age rules seriously.)
Harry hugged the quilt and rolled around a few times - he couldn't sleep well tonight, and he might lose to Cedric Diggory tomorrow...
But she found that she didn't mind the result of the game at all now—anyone, hurry up and catch this goddamn snitch and end the game.
So on the second day, Harry rushed forward when he could fight well, and when Cedric saw the Snitch first, Harry started to release water...
But every time Cedric got close to the Snitch, his broom would be slowed down, and Harry noticed it—it wasn't obvious, and the audience thought he was cowardly.
"Why are you here again!" Lee Jordan yelled into the microphone, "Cedric, you..." As the narrator, he resisted the urge to scold the captain several times, "Are you showing courtesy to the beauty?! "
"What's wrong with your broom?" Harry caught up to Cedric, beside him. "Do we need a time-out? Can you get another broom?"
"I don't know..." Cedric frowned in distress, "And I don't think it's the broom."
Afterwards, Harry chased after Cedric's broom, keeping an eye out for the crowd on the sidelines to see if anyone was casting spells - but found nothing.
"Aren't you really scared?" Harry asked in surprise, "The broom will feel the master's timidity."
"I assure you not." Cedric smiled wryly.
Harry could only shrug his shoulders, and began to put in [-]% of his energy. This game must end today.
——At 2:38, nearly four and 10 minutes into the game, she found a small golden ball hidden by the goal post.
——2:45:10, she caught the snitch, raised it above her head, and the audience cheered.
——2:45:13, Damian stood up, and through the binoculars, he saw from a distance that Harry did not go around the field after catching the ball as before, but stayed in midair, looking at something in his hand.
— 2:45:14, Harry seems to turn her head in his direction.
——At 2:45:15, the Seeker of the Ilvermorny school team in blue, white and red -- Harry Potter, "The Girl Who Lived", disappeared in mid-air.
For a while, the stadium with a capacity of [-] spectators fell into silence.The other players on the field were also stunned.Cedric was the first to react, catching Halle's dropped broom.
Only Damian hit the chair in the box and rushed towards the plane outside the field and at the edge of the woods.
Queenie jumped up second, raising her wand high, "Harry's broom is coming!"
Then, she stepped on the fire/crossbow/arrow, flew to Damian's side, and stretched out her hand, "Come up!"
Then Queenie took Damian to the edge of the woods where the electronic equipment could be used at the fastest speed.
"Harry is missing! Right in front of my eyes! Disappeared from the stadium!" Damian yelled into the communicator, and the signal was sent to all members of the Bat Family who could answer at the moment.
"Come to England to support me! Quick!"
The author has something to say:
*The Portkey is hidden in the Snitch.
It was introduced in Ha 7, when Scrimgeour gave the snitch in Dumbledore's will to Nan Ha:
Because the Snitch has physical memory, the Snitch itself is a great place to hide small things.The Snitch has a magic that recognizes the first person to touch it with his hand, in case there is a dispute over the catch.
The question of whether the old snitch can still be used in the game has not yet been checked-here it is assumed that Barty or Voldemort has cast a spell, so that the old snitch can also be used in the game.
In fact, Barty Jr. made troubles in both the British and American games, but the first game was actually caught by Xiao Qiao, so the Golden Snitch was not opened.
Then he took Bulgaria down and let the Anglo-American team play to the final.
*The reason why the rubbish author is still so calm after watching Avengers III is...more than a week ago, his face was accidentally spoiled Σ(⊙▽⊙"
Ann, Humo friends, there are still 4, just think about it and look forward to it~
*In addition, the garbage author is going out to attend a wedding today. I don't know what time I will be back in the afternoon. The second update may be postponed, and I will tell you later.I love you guys so much~
*I can't restrain the urge to insert the flag...