Harry Potter and the Attack of the Squibs

Ron looked surprised: "That guy is a genius!"

Hermione sighed: "No, he could think of this because Athena, the goddess of wisdom, gave him such a shield."

Ron nodded: "I've never heard of that god..."

Hermione nodded: "It doesn't matter. If we really want to use this method now, then a mirror shield, and the most perfect one, is very rare."

Harry turned and looked at Malfoy, who was sitting next to the three of them.

Hermione, Ron and Malfoy both looked confused.

At this time, Johanna is not here.

"You said you wanted to imitate Lu Ke. If it were Lu Ke, he would find us a perfect mirror shield."

Malfoy was silent for a moment because of surprise, and then nodded proudly: "I will let father make one."

Harry nodded: "If you are really like Lu Ke, you don't need me to remind you."

Malfoy nodded: "You will see it later."

Then Harry turned away with satisfaction.

But Hermione, who was sitting in the seat furthest away from Malfoy, looked contemptuous: "He probably just wrote a letter to his father, and then his father asked the poor house elf to make a shield. Using such a shield makes me feel sick. ”

Ron comforted Hermione with a look of helplessness: "Don't care about this. You should think about it this way. If you don't use this shield, then the house elf's labor is simply wasted, but if we use it, then his labor is done." It’s an honorable thing.”

Hermione nodded reluctantly: "We'll talk about the house elves later. I will definitely succeed."

"Then there is Percy Weasley, who is controlled by the dark wizard, and a few of us..."

Ron sighed: "Hermione is much more familiar with Percy than I am with him."

Hermione nodded: "Percy is not a nerd. His grades in Charms and Defense Against the Dark Arts are very good. If I want to fight... the three of us combined are no match for him."

Harry sighed: "We have to find a way to find a helper. Dumbledore is definitely the best choice, but he shouldn't care."

Ron nodded: "Besides, we still have Lockhart."

Harry and Hermione were silent for a moment: "But... we just lost his cock."

Ron sighed: "He is the professor of Hogwarts, isn't he? He is also the professor of Defense Against the Dark Arts. Isn't that what he should do in normal times? Protect Hogwarts and defeat the dark wizard. Anyway, I I read in his books that he has done this many times.”

Hermione nodded excitedly: "Finally someone can understand him! He is a hero and has done so many things that no one can do!"

Ron and Harry looked at each other: "Well... I just think that people who boast so much are definitely unreliable. Look at Dumbledore... even Lu Ke never talks like that."

Hermione stammered an explanation: "It's just his natural personality."

Malfoy nodded: "It is natural for people who are stronger than others to say that they are better than others. Dumbledore and Lu Ke are free not to do that, but there is nothing wrong with Lockhart doing so."

Harry and Ron looked at each other and then remained silent.

"Anyway, we're asking for his help. The rooster last time was pretty good, so I hope he can help."

Johanna returned and ended the argument.

"But I'm not sure if Lockhart is really willing to help. If he was really willing, he wouldn't have just given us a rooster last time."

Johanna knew Lockhart far better than ordinary people, so now faced with the plans of Harry and others, she could only express her worry calmly.

"But the Quidditch match is about to start. We still have ten days. Shouldn't you go to training?"

Harry shook his head at Johanna: "It doesn't matter, it's more important here."

Then Ron suddenly said: "No, the game is more important. We still have to wait for the mirror shield to be delivered. This is Wood's last game."

Harry sighed.

Wood's obsession was unabashed. Although Harry was worried about Percy because of Ron, he had to admit that the game was also important.

Ron's comfort made Harry feel much better.

"You should go, maybe we can watch the game, but we can't do anything right now anyway."

All three of Harry nodded.

Then Malfoy smiled sarcastically: "Do you think Gryffindor can really win? The Seeker you are facing is Johanna!"

Johanna glanced at Malfoy helplessly: "Shut up."

Then Malfoy left with a mocking expression on his face.

There were still three days before the Quidditch match. During this period, Wood had arranged countless training sessions for Harry. He was not planning to go, but now Harry felt that he should go.

Time passed quickly.

Harry has been training hard these days. Sometimes he feels that Wood has no hope of victory at all and is just desperately venting his dissatisfaction with complete defeat.

Malfoy kept writing letters, and the owl flew in and out again and again, as if Lucius Malfoy didn't dote on his son that much.

Ron had been worried, and probably only Hermione and Johanna were relatively calm. Hermione felt that Lockhart would not let them down.

Just like that, it's game time.

It's Saturday and it's raining heavily.

The weather seemed to be deliberately against Wood, and Wood pushed back head-on.

He insisted fiercely and let the game continue.

Although everyone felt that this was a bit bad, no one really had the heart to refuse Wood.

But even so, there were still wizards in the audience who used magic spells to avoid the rain during the game and insisted on watching the game.

The game started soon.

It felt like night to Harry.

The rain curtain covered everything, and everything was dark. Even Hermione's waterproof and moisture-proof glasses couldn't let Harry see anything clearly.

What's more, Harry's target is the smallest and most difficult to detect Golden Snitch.

The only good news is that Johanna doesn't have glasses.

Compared to before, Harry's eyes were now like goggles, giving him extra sight.

But this slight advantage is insignificant.

The game was going on with difficulty in a stalemate.

Then suddenly something unexpected happened.

The Bludger began to rush towards Harry.

Its speed was very abnormal, and it was like an enraged beast, chasing Harry.

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