"Hello!" Anna leaned over to greet the girl.

She looked about fifteen or sixteen years old, with gray-brown hair. The girl hurriedly tried to put on the cape, and Anna helped her pull it.

"Oh! Thank you!" She gave Anna a big smile, "Why didn't you go to see Quidditch? Huh—" She noticed the black robes on a group of people.

"Your uniform! Is this some new prank?" Her eyes lit up, and Anna noticed that her hair was slowly turning the color of violet—

"Looks like you're still freshmen! Merlin's briefs! How brave! Are they Gryffindor!"

"Of course!" Ron stood up arrogantly, as if he was really a Gryffindor.

"Redhead, Gryffindor..." The girl counted three redheads in the group. "Do you know Charlie—I mean Charlie Weasley?"

"It's our brother!"

"Then why are you still here?!" The girl was a little surprised. She pulled Anna familiarly and greeted a group of people, "Hurry up! Gryffindor and Slytherin's game today! Don't miss it!"

She ran out through the crack of the oak gate, "This way, it's faster!"

Everyone came to a square courtyard, ran through a long air walkway, and followed her through another gorgeous building.

"Blah blah blah" The stone floor tiles were trampled, Harry swears - he didn't run so fast when he was dodging the castle keeper just now.

Passing through a larger central courtyard, a few people ran out of the fence from an exit along the gravel path. It was a long downhill. The stone ladder was embedded in the dense green grass, and the large circle on the right was planted in the open space. Variety of vegetables.

At the end of the road is a large oval court, surrounded by cloth, and there are many wooden towers rising from trees around the court—

"Roar!" You can hear cheers in the distance.

"Tonks! Huh--is the game--is it over?" Ron felt that it took too much time to run all the way. They introduced each other and chatted a lot.

Nymphadora Tonks, an extremely gifted disguise magus, would become an excellent Auror in the future, married Lupin the Moon Face, and finally died in the Second Wizarding War.

Anna looked at Tonks' pink hair again. Now she's only a fifteen-year-old child in fifth grade at Hogwarts.

"It's still early, they haven't caught the Snitch! This way! I know a good place to watch football!"

No one could have guessed that this \'good place\' turned out to be the Gryffindor waiting room - it was empty, and the scattered backup players were sitting on the benches outside, watching the game nervously. .

"Oliver, do you know who Captain Charlie's secret weapon is?" The little lion sitting on the bench asked his companions.

"I don't know," Oliver Wood spread his hands, "but I think the captain just said that because Slytherin has a new Seeker? If the secret weapon is real - then he's keeping it a secret too well. ?"

Anna secretly stuck her head out from behind the fence. Hundreds of chairs were lined up high on the surrounding stands. They were full of people, and there was almost no vacancy. There were three gold poles at each end of the court, with a Rings - like that bubble blower thing magnified a hundred times.

"Gryffindor! Gryffindor!" The little lions waved their flags.

"Charlie!" Anna heard someone calling the name of the second brother of the Weasleys—especially loudly, who was also a red-haired, bespectacled, well-dressed—oh, it looked like it might be Percy.

"Slytherin! Slytherin!" Slytherin's little snakes stared at the lion with a fierce breath, and some even shouted, "Marcus! Sneak up and fly them!"

From this observation, the Quidditch seating arrangement is quite reasonable. There is no enemy camp students sitting together, otherwise, they must always pay attention to the situation of the fight.

"Oh!" A broom smashed through the tower and narrowly passed the auditorium. The students quickly lowered their heads to cover their heads, "Be careful!" The screams came one after another, but no one was injured.

"That's why I said this is a good place! Safe and close!" Nymphadora raised her head proudly.

"Look at that Slytherin on Nimbus 1700, the one who flew to the tower—" She cleared her throat, as if to announce some big secret, "he's Slytherin's secret weapon—two Grade Marcus Flint—probably not a secret, after all, we all know."

"We've been discussing him at dinner these days. He's obviously a chaser, but he's rude enough to play Bludgers—" Nymphadora pointed to Marcus in the air, "Look, it's that black guy. With big hair and teeth, maybe he must have troll blood..."

Harry stared hard at the sky - look, ten Dudleys wouldn't be enough for him to beat this muscle.

"Wow—the nimble troll," the twins exclaimed, "hey! I see Charlie!"

"Where is where?" Ron leaned over to take a closer look, he shouted towards the sky, and waved vigorously, "Charlie!"

Perhaps it was the telepathy between the Weasley brothers, and Charlie really glanced at his waiting room - when he saw his younger brothers who should not be at school at all, he rubbed his eyes, A more unbelievable expression appeared than when he saw the Bludger.

Then he got hit by the Bludgers.

"Oh!" There were screams and wailing on the field, and of course there were subtle cheers from Slytherin.

He fell from the air and was blocked by another teammate's broom, but he still fell heavily to the ground, "Quickly take him to the school hospital!" Anna heard a commotion outside the waiting area——

"It's over, it's over! We lost the only Seeker!" Oliver covered his head and his eyes were blank. "Three-game losing streak, I have foreseen it. How long has it been since Gryffindor touched the Quidditch trophy?"

"Look at Marcus' smug look! I really want to turn him into a—oh! Ryan! How's Charlie?"

A black-haired teenager in a red Gryffindor uniform hurried over here, "It's not good, he called to see his younger brother--the point is, I don't know if he hit his head, he put Perrier down. Xi's name is all wrong!"

"Then what to do!?" the two of them shouted.

"It's alright," Ryan waved, "Professor McGonagall took him to the school hospital, Madam Pomfrey will cure him, at most drink Professor Snape's potion..."

"That couldn't be better! But what about our game?" Oliver was really desperate, if he had the talent of a Chaser he would have jumped on his feet - Quidditch won, the Academy Cup There is a chance to win!

"Isn't there a secret weapon?" Ryan was surprised.

Several people looked at each other and were amazed at each other, "Is it true!? I thought it was made up for Slytherin!"

The Gryffindor waiting room was a mess when Charlie fell.

"Tragic!" Tonks exclaimed.

"Oh! Charlie!" Ron looked remorseful. He felt that he had influenced Charlie, causing him to be hit by the Bludgers.

Harry comforted him by the side, "He will always recover, at most he can't continue this game."

Ron glanced at Harry, "Thanks, I feel more guilty now..."

"Can we go see Charlie?" George ran to the entrance of the waiting room, just to see Charlie lying on a floating stretcher, floating behind a lady wearing a long black velvet cape.

Professor McGonagall seemed to sense something, turned and glanced strangely at the Gryffindor waiting room - seeing nothing, George was brought back by Freda, "Probably not, we shouldn't be there here!"

Anna has been eavesdropping on the conversations of the alternate team members outside the tent. "They said that a professor sent Charlie to the school hospital. Charlie can still talk, so it shouldn't be a problem..."

"Crap! Hide!" Anna pulled Tonks, who was still looking hard at the outside of the tent, behind a cabinet, and pulled Harry over with him.

And the Weasley twins took Ron directly to the outside of the waiting room.

"Brush—" Oliver opened the curtain and barged in, looking around—

"Look at Ryan! There's no secret weapon here!"

[The Boy Who Lives in Distress—Secret Weapon: Which is the Strongest Secret Weapon? Find Harry in Surrey! Please help Harry become the secret weapon of the Gryffindor Quidditch team and help Gryffindor win. Reward: Memory +50, Reaction +50, Unknown]

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Anna felt like she was playing Harry's warrior development game, I'm sorry Harry——

"Pop—" Harry fell to the ground with an incredible look on his face, he looked at Anna behind the cabinet, and made a mouthful—\'What are you doing? \'

Anna gave Harry a guilty smile~lightnovelpub.net~ whispered into Nymphadora's ear, Nymphadora's expression became a little strange, but after a while she showed a refreshing smile, she was ok gesture.

"Hey! Who are you?" Oliver and Ryan walked up to Harry, "Why have I never seen you?"

Oliver put his hands on his hips, pretending to be fierce, and pointed at Harry, "Don't think you can pretend to be a Gryffindor with a red hood! I'm going to tell Professor McGonagall!" Harry listened to his toes. Hurry up, has it been discovered that the sneak in - "Say! Are you a spy sent by Slytherin!"

Harry breathed a sigh of relief.

"Cough," a lady in a black cloak came over. Oliver and Ryan couldn't see where she came from. Her black cloak firmly covered her whole body, leaving only one face exposed. — Serious, old-fashioned, with square glasses.

"Oh! Professor McGonagall!" Ryan scratched his head, "Is Charlie okay?"

"He...cough, he's fine."

Oliver felt as if he heard Professor McGonagall's voice from a young girl, he shook his head, and shook his head out of the setting that gave me goosebumps just thinking about it, "Professor McGonagall! We think this is a Slytherin spy! ' he pointed at Harry.

Harry sat on the ground, weak and helpless, and he glanced at Anna covertly.

Anna returned a "don't worry" look.

\'Professor McGonagall\' blinked at Harry quickly and explained to Oliver and Ryan, "This is Gryffindor's secret weapon, a substitute for Seeker, James Potter."

She gave Harry a push, "Go behind the cupboard and grab your broom! It's time for James!"