Harry slowly got on the broom, very careful, as if he was taming a wild horse, he knew too well the power of Anna's spell.

George winked at Ron, "Wart," Ron showed a sudden realization.

"..." Harry couldn't control his emotions, and rushed out all the way, but the Quidditch talent inherited from the Potter family made him quickly control the broom.

"How do you all know that Harry has warts on his butt?" Anna was curious.

"I didn't—" Harry croaked in the air.

"We saw it in Mom's collection of the Daily Prophet, about Rita Skeeter's article after the First Wizarding War' - cheers, cheers, the dawn will come, when the gold is sprinkled all over again The bustling streets of Corner Alley—”

"—We won't forget the tragedy of Godric's Hollow, and a little baby with a pacifier and a wart on his butt—Harry Potter, what he's done for us—'" George shook his head.

"I only remember 'wart' and 'Harry Potter'," Ron emerged from the side, "Ginny has read the newspaper a lot, she likes Harry very much—it's on the **** Warts are unique to her!"

Harry flew away on a broomstick. He didn't want to hear this at all, but he had one name firmly in his mind - Rita Skeeter.

Rita Skeeter? Anna frowned, the name was familiar, this was one of the few annoying characters she had when she was reading novels, an unregistered beetle Animagus, who liked to peep into other people's privacy, and what she wrote contained private information. It's just that, I didn't expect her to write something like this when she was young, looking positive and uplifting, and there's nothing wrong with the content other than the unclear wart on Harry's ass.

Fred picked up the Golden Snitch that had fallen on the ground, "But Dad doesn't like this woman's article very much anymore, saying that she is full of lies."

"But Dad still reads what Rita Skeeter writes. To be precise, everyone reads what she writes. She writes very well—although he knows it may be fake, but who doesn't like gossip?"

Ron nodded approvingly, "As long as it doesn't involve the Chardley Rockets, she can do whatever she wants."

"Speaking of the Chardley Rockets—their new Seeker is so funny, likes catching the ball with his nose, does he think he can catch the Snitch with his nostrils?" Fred returned the Snitch to Anna, wearing protective gear. tool, straddled on the broom.

"Hey! He will always improve!" Ron yelled at the flying twins, but Anna could see the doubt in his heart from his face, Ron was always a good person.

"Anna, can you fix this Snitch? I wonder how hard it is to catch the Snitch—" Ron said quickly, "If I can catch it, then Gjen will be fine! He's better than me. Be great!"

I don't know if Ron believed in himself too much, or if he should be worried about Seeker Calvin Gjorn's strength, Anna nodded, took out her wand and pointed it at the Golden Snitch, "Repair as before!"

Ron put his face close to the Snitch, because it didn't respond or change, and Anna was surprised too, this was the first time that her Restoration Charm had been like this.

"Did it work?" Ron was hit in the nose by the golden snitch's wings before he finished speaking.

"Buzzing—" Its silver wings began to flap violently, forming a thin shadow, and the golden sphere slowly rose, then suddenly disappeared.

Ron covered his nose, "If it hadn't hit my nose, I would have thought it was an illusion now." He stared hard at the air and searched for a long time, "Um—did it really fly up?"

"Fly up!" Anna also looked in the air with wide eyes, but found nothing.

Um? Wouldn't that golden snitch stay in the clearing of the Burrow forever?

"Harry! George! Fred!" Ron shouted into the air, "We put the Snitch up here, you guys have a look!"

The three stopped to pass the ball, and George held the Quaffle in his hand, "Amazing! It's actually repaired!" But he suddenly thought of the old brooms that Anna had cast a spell on, "Do we have a chance to see it again? "George was suspicious.

"Maybe it will become the legend of the Burrow - the Golden Phantom." Fred rode beside Harry, "Harry, can you see it?"

Harry looked around wonderingly, "Is there really a Snitch? I didn't see anything..."

There was endless green in front of him. The only thing that stood out was the Burrow not far away. Harry realized that the Burrow was about five or six stories high, and there were several chimneys on the red roof. The whole building must be built by magic. , the higher the room, the more crooked it looks, and if this is just an ordinary building, Newton's coffin board will be tilted up.

Harry observed the Burrow, and suddenly narrowed his eyes. A light flashed past his eyes just now. Was it the light reflected from the twins' wristwatches?

"Buzz—" Harry heard a small voice from far and near, "Huh—" Harry's red hood was raised, and the Snitch passed by his ear.

Harry dashed on his broom, "I found it—" He spun in the air, the surrounding scenery became blurred, and only a touch of gold could be seen in his eyes, and the Golden Snitch fled in the direction of the Burrow.

"I saw it!" Ron ran across the grass chasing the Snitch, and Anna followed him with a broom.

Fred was the closest to the Burrow. He saw the golden color looming in the air, approaching him at a very fast speed. Fred opened his hand and tried to catch the golden snitch—

"Be careful! It's teleported!" Almost instantly, the Golden Snitch, who was about to fly in front of Fred, suddenly appeared nearly ten meters above his head, and Fred shouted to remind Harry.

"Shh—" Harry, who followed behind, almost followed Fred's turn.

Fred clutched his heart and rejoiced, "Fortunately, it's Harry, and if it's Ron-skin, it can shave a layer off me!"

"But it's really exciting. If you use Anna's Golden Snitch every time you play, the Seeker's salary will be doubled." George rode beside Fred and sighed.

Anna watched Harry chasing the Snitch in the sky and performed various stunts. It was hard to imagine that he was riding a broom for the first time, but watching Harry gradually approaching the Burrow, Anna had a bad premonition.

Harry had completely immersed himself in the world of Quidditch, and there was only that golden ball in his eyes. This was the first time he had been so focused on one thing in so many years. He could realize his talent in this area. He's going to grab the ball in front of him.

The Golden Snitch appeared at the connection of the Burrow room, UU reading www. There was a wooden stake at uukanshu.com, forming a triangular stable structure. Harry lay on his broom and passed through the gap. He saw that the Golden Snitch was blocked by the complex wooden structure as he rose, so he put his arm. Stretch—and grabbed the Snitch—cold, slippery metal to the touch.

A sense of accomplishment filled Harry's heart, he wanted to shout, and he did shout out - "I got it!"

"Hurry up!"

Harry heard Anna's roar. He didn't know that Anna could roar so loudly. When he came back to his senses, he was only five meters away from the plank in front of him. His excellent reaction nerve caused him to let go of his arms, and the whole person turned towards him. Lean back.

"Wingadim Leviosa!" Ana used this life-saving spell again, and she recited it very quickly.

【Victoria+10】

Harry was hit by Anna's Floating Charm and rushed towards the board that was only five meters away from him just now, but he didn't hit anything because the broom had knocked the board out of a big hole.

When the orange plaid quilt covered Harry's face, he realized he had smashed the floor of a room.

"Cool!" cried the Weasley twins, "Harry, are you okay?"

Looking at the quilt floating in the air and the orange poster blown out by the wind, Ron seemed to realize something. He opened his mouth wide, but didn't make a sound for a long time.

"It's okay Ron, I can use the Repair Charm to mend the hole for you," Anna patted Ron's shoulder.

"...Thank you Anna, then my floor is the strongest in the entire Burrow..." Ron took Charlie's old broom from Anna's hand and was about to rescue his poster. Both of them forgot that the broom had been cast on a repairing spell. Ron rushed out with his broom in his hand - another flurry.