Harry Potter: Super Magic God

Chapter 95 Harry's Brainless Fan

"The space in the classroom will affect the release of the spell, otherwise, a whirlwind would be a good choice to deal with all the goblins at once." Harry remembered how George dealt with the goblins in the Burrow, using a whirlwind spell Stuns all goblins.

"The wind spells are really good. The goblins are light in weight and are affected the most. Even if they can't use the whirlwind, just disturbing the airflow can make them lose their speed. The sound wave spell will also work well at this time, a sound amplification spell , the shock wave can make them all faint."

Hermione also came up with some good methods. Although it couldn't be used this time, in a similar situation, she could immediately remember the best method.

"It's really good. We should think about how to deal with it in advance. Maybe we should think about how to deal with Malfoy in advance. I don't want to lose to him." Ron thought of his advantage. They are three people and can do better in advance. Plan and prepare.

Harry and Hermione also shined brightly. Who would want to lose to Malfoy? Summarize them in advance and make more preparations, and you can always improve your winning rate.

The experience of the Defense Against the Dark Arts class made Harry and Ron recover, and they suddenly found that they were quite strong, and they could be regarded as top students. In such a good mood, they coped with their homework, and finally began to do their best.

The homework was starting to go smoothly, and what still bothered Harry was that Gilderoy Lockhart was completely untouched by the Defence Against the Dark Arts class.

He still thought that Harry and him were the same kind of people, and every time he saw Harry in the corridor, he would pull Harry to chat with him. It's like the days when the school lacks enough admirers, making him a little lonely too.

Every time Harry saw Lockhart from a distance, he had to take a different route and dodge. And besides Lockhart, he needed to hide from another person.

Colin Creevey, a freshman in Gryffindor this year, is a timid, thin boy, just like Harry when he first entered the school.

The first time he saw Harry, he asked for Harry's autographed photo. He comes from a family of ordinary people, and because of the fluctuation of magic power, he has not been very gregarious since he was a child.

Coming to the magic school now is like entering a magical world, and he is full of curiosity about all things. When he saw everything, he would take pictures with a camera hanging around his neck, and said that it would be sent to his father.

Harry is a big celebrity in this magical world, the most amazing character Creeve from a small town has ever seen. And as a classmate, Harry couldn't be unfriendly. This made Creeve, who had just left his hometown, been shy and not very social, and found his spiritual sustenance.

He had become Harry's most ardent admirer, he seemed to memorize Harry's class schedule, and "ran into" Harry on the road seven or eight times a day, just to meet him and say," Hello, Harry." Hearing, "Hello, Colin." made him flush with excitement and gasp for breath.

He enjoyed playing such games, regardless of Harry's frustration and frustration every time he saw him.

Harry couldn't scold an admirer who was a year younger than him, but he was also worried about being known by others that he already had his ardent admirer among the students.

Lockhart, in particular, would use a strange tone to pull him aside to teach him well, and then he believed even more that he was the same person as Harry.

Before I knew it, it was Saturday, and Harry had said before that he would go to see Hagrid with Ron and Hermione in the morning. But early in the morning, he was woken up by Wood, the captain of the Gryffindor Quidditch team.

"What's the matter?" Harry asked with a displeased face, disturbing people's sleep is a very sinful thing,

"Today is Quidditch training!" Wood urged Harry in a hurry, "Hurry up, get up quickly."

"The genius just came up?" Harry tilted his head and looked out the window, the pale golden sky was still covered with a veil,

He couldn't help complaining, "Who opened the door for you early in the morning."

"Don't sleep, I have a new plan." Wood is in sixth grade this year, and he is likely not to stay in the team next year. He is bound to win this year's championship, and his eyes flash with a feverish flame, "During the summer vacation, I put a lot of effort into a new plan and this year we will definitely be able to defend the title."

Wood lifted Harry's quilt, "The other teams haven't started training yet, let's hurry up."

Harry looked helpless, yawned, and slowly got up from the bed. He wasn't awake yet, and he was looking for his team uniform slowly.

Wood can't wait to go to the stadium, the spirit of Quidditch in his chest is burning violently, "I'll go to the stadium first, and we will gather in a quarter of an hour."

Harry dawdled and finally found his team uniform and put on a cold-proof cloak. Leaving a note for Ron, he hurriedly walked out along the spiral staircase, carrying the Nimbus 2000 that had made many contributions on the court on his shoulders.

He had just reached the hole behind the portrait when he heard hurried footsteps behind him, and Colin Creevey had also run down. Around his neck, there was still a camera that would never leave his body, and he was holding something in his hand.

"Harry, I heard someone calling your name upstairs. Look what I brought you, the last photo is out." Colin said excitedly, waving the photo in his hand.

Harry stared blankly at the man in front of him. He would be caught by him so early in the morning. He didn't have any special hobbies. Harry froze in place, shivering.

"Look." Colin pointed the picture to Harry as if offering a treasure.

Harry stared blankly at his fingers. In the photo, a black and white Lockhart figure is pulling one arm so hard that the outside of the arm is hidden in the frame of the photo.

Harry was a little happy that he was also struggling to resist in the photo and was not dragged out by Lockhart. "Maybe others can't tell it's me in the photo." Harry looked at Lockhart gasping for breath in the photo, and he had disappeared in the photo.

"Please sign my name for me." Colin asked sincerely.

"No." Harry immediately refused. He was already ashamed enough that he would be treated as a Lockhart-like narcissist when he signed his name.

"Sorry, Colin, I have something urgent, I have to go to the Quidditch pitch immediately." Harry didn't want to continue talking to this crazy kid, he just wanted to get rid of this admirer quickly, he didn't hesitate from The portrait hole crawled out.

"Wait a minute, I've never seen a Quidditch match." The troublesome boy hurriedly followed.

"Don't, it's very boring." Harry hurriedly persuaded him, he didn't want to be stared at by this fanatical admirer even during training, and his teammates would laugh at him.

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