"She must have used Phantom Teleportation!" Ron said for the hundredth time.

"Impossible!

How many times do you want me to say it? Hogwarts don't allow anyone to use Phantom Teleportation!

Anyone — except for Dumbledore! "Hermione retorted impatiently for the hundredth time.

Ever since Harry told them that he had asked Dobbi to follow Umrich, they had been guessing how Umrich had disappeared. Hermione did not even bother to knit her hat.

She took out thick old books from the library one by one, hoping to find clues about Umrich's mysterious disappearance.

Ron was more inclined to believe that Umrich had a way to avoid the magic restrictions of Hogwarts. "Maybe... You said that the Defense Against Black Magic class professors are not bound by the rules of Hogwarts. Maybe Umrich —"

"That means they don't have to abide by the Hogwarts' restrictions on teachers!

Because of the curse, this is indeed a loophole. But the prohibition of Phantom Teleportation applies to everyone who comes to Hogwarts. Even Forgy can't use Phantom Teleportation in the Hogwarts. Except for the headmaster, everyone has to abide by this rule!

Do you understand? "

"Do you understand?"

Ron imitated Hermione's strange tone and spread her hands. "Then tell us, how did she disappear?"

Hermione could not say.

She stood up angrily and threw a book at Ron's head.

"Ouch!" Ron covered her head.

Hermione stomped to the library to find the answer. Harry snickered behind a book.

"Serves you right."

"Hey!" Ron gave him a push and laughed himself.

"But we don't have to worry about Haig now." After laughing, Ron leaned back in her chair and said casually, "It seems that Umrich didn't go for the Grup."

"Yes," Harry sighed. "But I can't help but feel that she must have a purpose."

"Hey, don't think so much. She still sits there every morning. Dumbledore must know what's going on. Want to play wizard chess, Harry?"

They set up the chessboard and began to play, forgetting about Umrich.

Ron defeated Eric Chad in the semi-finals and became the goalkeeper of Gryffindor's Quidditch team.

But after a few training sessions, Harry found that his condition was very unstable, especially in the presence of people from other academies.

Harry, the Weisles brothers, and Angelina Jolie had been in the team for four or five years. They were used to the verbal attacks from students from other academies before a Quidditch game. No malicious comments could affect them, and they could even exchange a few words with them.

But Ron had always been watching Quidditch matches as a spectator. He simply couldn't withstand the malicious attacks of others, especially those from Slythrin.

The first game of the new semester was between Gryffindor and Slytherin.

"Hey!

Weisles — "When they came back from training, Malfoy waved at them." Even people like you can join the team. Is Gryffindor really unable to find anyone else? "

Ron blushed.

"Ignore him," Harry whispered. "I think, if even people like you can join Slytherin's team," Harry said to Malfoy sharply, "it seems that we can win effortlessly."

"Ha!

Is that so?

I think you should find more people to hold the mat down there, "Malfoy said," so that Weisles won't slip off the broom. "

"I... I can fly much better than you, Malfoy." Ron blushed and stared at Malfoy angrily.

"Yes, that's right." Harry patted him on the shoulder encouragingly and turned to Malfoy. "I think you should worry about yourself first. When did you catch a flying thief in my games?

You still have time to worry about trivial things. "

"Hmph!

Don't talk big. We'll see how good you are on the field. "

Malfoy sneered and walked away. Harry looked at Ron and found that he was holding the branch of his flying broom unhappily.

"Ron!

Don't tell me you were affected by Malfoy's childish words! "Harry looked at Ron with surprise.

"Actually... he's right, isn't he?

I'm stupid and I can't fly well... "Ron said hopelessly.

"Don't talk nonsense!

If you can't fly well, why would Angelina Jolie choose you to join the team in the end?

You must be the best goalkeeper in Gryffindor! "Hermione, who came to find them, heard Ron's words and firmly encouraged him.

Harry didn't know if Ron took it seriously. He just kept pulling the tail of the broom. Harry was really afraid that he would pull the broom bald.

"Hi, Harry!" Chou Chang passed by and greeted him.

Harry found that she seemed to be able to see her often recently.

"Ah... Hi, Chou." Harry felt that Chou Chang seemed to have something to say.

"You're from Ravenclaw," Ron said bluntly. "Why? Do you also want to say that we'll lose?"

Chou Chang was a little embarrassed.

Hermione quickly dragged Ron away. "Harry, we'll wait for you in the library."

"What?

Hey — I didn't say we were going to the library! "

"Shut up, Ron!"

They quarreled and walked away. Harry looked at Chou Chang, not knowing what she wanted to say.

"Um... um... Harry, how was your summer vacation?" Chou Chang seemed to be trying to find a topic to talk about.

"Oh, um, it was... not bad." Harry regretted it as soon as she said it. Chou Chang must be very sad about Cedric's death. How could she say that it was not bad?

"I mean... it was... quite peaceful."

"Really?" Chou Chang smiled. "Me too."

Chou was from China. Her eyes were pure black, which was rare in Europe. They were very beautiful.

Harry looked at Chou Chang's big eyes with thick eyelashes and suddenly thought of another pair of black eyes — cold, empty, and sealed with endless burning emotions...

"Um... Harry, I..."

"Hey, Harry!" Ginny suddenly appeared and put her hand on her shoulder. "Aren't you going to take a look?

George and Fred are feeding fireworks to a fire lizard in the common room!

It's super beautiful! "

"Ah... okay... I, um... I'll go now." Harry nodded absentmindedly.

"Oh... that's it." Chou Chang looked a little disappointed. "Goodbye, Harry."

"Goodbye, Chou."

"What were you talking about with her?" Ginny looked at him curiously.

"Nothing... just saying hello."

Harry replied, still thinking about Snape's black eyes.