Chapter 182 Holy! Harry Potter!

Chapter 182 Holy! Harry Potter!

"You added a new player?" Wood's attention was diverted, "1, 27."

"Isn't there already 7?"

"Are you kidding me?"

Then, the equally huge bodies of Crabbe and Goyle flashed out of the human wall.

Flint chuckled, "Vincent Crabbe, Gregory Gall. Our backup players."

"Substitute player?" Fred sneered. "You must have a bad stomach, so farting is as easy as breathing."

"They're worth it!" Flint laughed, "Draco, show him!"

Draco walked out from the end and lifted the broom forward. The gold letters on it were no longer "Nimbus 2000", and there were no longer any traces of sharpening on the broom handle.

It was a brand new, smooth and shiny broomstick, with a line of beautiful gold letters "Nimbus 2001" dazzling the eyes of the Gryffindor players in the morning sun.

"The latest model, just came out last month." Flint said nonchalantly.

"They paid for our best Seeker to have his broom replaced."

"I believe it's much faster than the old Nimbus 2000 series. As for the old Sweep Five," he smiled maliciously at Fred and George, who each held a handful of Sweep Five in their hands. "Use them to sweep the floor."

Malfoy's face was expressionless.

Crabbe next to him smiled very happily, his eyes narrowed to slits.

"Oh, look," said Flint, "someone broke into the ballpark."

Ron and Colin walked across the lawn to see what was going on.

"What's the matter?" Ron asked Harry, "Why don't you guys play ball? What are they doing here?"

Ron looked at Crabbe and Goyle in surprise, who were wearing Slytherin Quidditch uniforms.

"Goyle and I are substitute players for the Slytherin team, Weasley," Crabbe said proudly, "Just now everyone was admiring the new broom we gave Draco. It's pretty good, isn't it?"

"Maybe Gryffindor could recruit a few replacements too."

"But surely you can't scrape together the gold to buy a new broom?"

"By the way, you can redeem your brothers' Sweeping Stars and sell them. I think the museum will bid for them."

The Slytherins except Draco laughed loudly.

"That's enough, Crabbe," Draco snapped dissatisfied.

The smile on Crabbe's face froze, a little dissatisfied.

At this time, a white light and a shutter sound sounded.

It's Colin.

"Even if our Gryffindor team recruits substitutes, we don't need to spend money."

"I really regret that I took a photo of you and polluted my camera."

Crabbe's expression got even worse, "No one asked you, you stinking little mudblood!"

This sentence immediately caused an explosive reaction.

The emotions stirred up also caused the 'cobweb' to burst instantly.

The power of ‘inertia’ is digested in advance.

Harry, who was still hanging in the air, instantly glowed, and his milky white wings appeared from behind.

"—Holy! Harry Potter!—Holy! Harry Potter!"

"—Holy! Harry Potter!—Holy! Harry Potter!"

"You are the savior of the world! You are the nemesis of the dark devil!"

“The whole earth knows you and will sing to you!”

"The Holy Child Who Lived, the Savior of England!"

The holy and ethereal singing echoed in the stadium instantly.

A milky white halo also began to condense on Harry's head.

It's really outrageous. Bajir only provided a wisp of Michael's breath. Under the power of the ritual, the power of angels that did not exist in this world was born.

It is also not accurate, God does not exist in this world.

The angelic power in Harry's body was filled up by the white beliefs of countless wizards, and he was forced to open up.

So now Harry is the Father, the Son, and the Holy Spirit, a trinity.

But Bagir was still a little disappointed.

Originally, just to be on the safe side, he arranged for Ron to be beaten.

As a result, no one cares about mudbloods anymore.

They all stared blankly at the luminous object high in the sky.

Under the milky white light.

Harry's head and hair were as white as wool and snow.

The eyes are like fire.

His face shines like the blazing sun.

The feet are like bright bronze tempered in a furnace.

The sound it made was like the sound of many waters.

"Jesus Christ!" Colin exclaimed and fell to the ground.

"Who is Jesus Christ?" Ron asked worriedly.

Colin's eyes were full of piety and he murmured: "Jesus Christ was born from the Spirit of God. The Father is in the Son, the Son is in the Father, and the Father and the Son are one."

"What the hell." Ron didn't understand and sounded very perverted.

Wood also murmured to himself, "Don't let anything happen to me, my seeker! If...the Quidditch trophy, don't affect the game, Harry!"

To ease the tension, Fred and George joked: "I really want to see Harry's butt!" "What? It lights up too?"

The other players wanted to get closer to Harry on their broomsticks, but every time the thought came up, it suddenly disappeared.

"Come out and see God!" A group of international students in the international student dormitory exclaimed.

'Xiao Linzheng' was instantly scared out of his snake eyes, damn! Another power that can kill me instantly! Still Harry Potter!

Manstein narrowed his eyes, and the predicted future changed again.

In the principal's office, Dumbledore doubted his life. When did Harry have such power? Do angels really exist? Is the power that the Dark Lord does not understand not love?

The milky white light has spread out of the court.

This light is dazzling and soft.

It is also very penetrating.

The mermaids at the bottom of the black lake looked up in surprise, and the pure white human figure appeared in their hearts for no reason.

The holy and ethereal singing sounded in their ears.

The werewolves in the depths of the forbidden forest covered their eyes.

The thick walls of the castle were also penetrated.

Nick, who was almost headless, was surprised to find that his pearly white body began to have blood color.

The stone wall also began to glow, from rough to smooth, and even reflected people's reflections like a mirror.

So, everyone in the castle, no matter what they were doing, sleeping or reading, began to have songs around their ears.

Harry's figure began to emerge in their hearts.

Almost without thinking, they knew where the light came from and where the real body was.

So everyone gathered towards the court.

Ten minutes later, the stands were full of students.

The mermaids all surfaced and looked toward the stadium.

The professors stood on the lawn.

The flying broom under his crotch had been separated from his body, but Harry himself was still suspended in the air.

They all took out their wands and gestured in the air.

The professors obviously wanted to do something, but they seemed to be cursed and lost their previous superb magical power.

No, to be precise, just like the team members who wanted to fly up to save Harry, they couldn't bring up the idea of ​​getting him down.

Only Snape, with empty eyes and a sallow face flushed, shot a blue light at Harry.

However, the light was devoured by the milky white halo surrounding him on the way to Harry.

The professors tried to communicate with Harry, but the hymns and halo surrounding him seemed to block even the sound.

All they could hear was a clear echo like water.

A trace of black air flashed in Snape's eyes, and the arm holding the wand began to lose color.

It was obviously a prelude to using dark magic.

"Severus, be rational." Professor McGonagall advised.

"Reason, what reason do you want me to have." Snape was like a madman, "Lily's child is hanging in the sky. In the so-called safest Hogwarts."

"Where is Dumbledore? Why hasn't he appeared yet?"

Flitwick explained: "I ran into him on the way here. He said it wouldn't hurt Harry."

"But for Harry's safety, he plans to find a friend to do some research."

"Research?" Snape laughed angrily, "Unless his friend is in Hogwarts, Harry will be dead when the research results come out!"

It was the first time Harry knew that Snape cared about him so much.

He wanted to say that he would not die.

Whether it was the halo that appeared on his head or the wings that grew on his back, he had a sense of ease.

The singing and halo that lingered around him were not what the professors guessed to be binding him.

Although they were like a heavy quagmire, making him unable to move and only able to open and close his mouth.

But he could feel that they were being slowly absorbed by him, as if they were still in the warm amniotic fluid of the mother.

This gave him a sense of seeing an egg.

He himself was like an embryo inside, slowly absorbing nutrients and waiting to break the shell.

Naturally, no one knew what Harry was thinking.

Many people were very worried about this.

Ron was so anxious that he turned around and around, "This must be the work of those foreign students. Nothing happened before they came."

Ginny was a little rational, "I don't think it's as bad as you think."

"If it's really dangerous, Dumbledore would have arrived long ago."

"It shouldn't have anything to do with foreign students."

Hey! -- Ron took a long breath and almost died.

"Why are you so ruthless?"

"Whether Harry is okay or not, you can't get over your attitude."

"Ginny, I'm really disappointed."

"My sister would be like this."

Ron was extremely disappointed, holding Harry's hand on the Nimbus 2000 even tighter.

He said seriously, "Do you think I wouldn't observe before I acted unreasonably?"

"I found that there were two foreign students who were not present."

"Manstein from Germany and Masaru Kobayashi from Nihong."

"They are both suspicious."

"One can always accurately squat on Dumbledore and get along well with the people around him."

"The other is too cowardly and doesn't resist when bullied."

"You know, the little wizard from Nihong has learned magic four years more than us!"

Ginny didn't pay attention to Ron's long speech. She keenly found the blind spot, "How do you know that the little wizard from Nihong has learned magic four years more than us?"

Ron's ears turned red, "Can't I care about these spies?"

"You like Junko Suzuki." Ginny said in an unquestionable tone.

"What?" Ron was like a puppy whose tail was stepped on, "What do you mean by like? I just care about Basil. This is what a friend should do."

Harry and other things were forgotten by Ron.

Dumbledore said he could understand this.

He also forgot about Harry.

In the empty classroom on the third floor, Dumbledore and Manstein looked at each other, then looked away, and remained silent for a long time.

Who is Harry Potter? Dumbledore didn't care at all now.

Basil's eyes widened.

Silence is better than sound at this time.

It was only later that he realized that the German boy in front of him didn't just look like Grindelwald.

It's fucking Grindelwald!

"Albus, you really don't have to worry about that student of yours?" Grindelwald was the first to break the silence.

"Don't you hate powerful and uncontrollable forces the most? Like me."

Dumbledore stared at his slender legs without looking up, "Harry is fine."

"That power is not uncontrollable."

"Although that force is exclusive and domineering, it is still barely good."

"And that power just seems difficult to control and is vented everywhere."

"Didn't you notice that the moment you were illuminated by that light, who was the figure shining in your heart?"

"Harry has absorbed it in some unimaginable way."

"It's trapped now and can't break free. It's just because it's too big. If it wants to fit into Harry's thin body, it still needs time to expand."

"I suddenly realize now that I have been too self-righteous all this time."

"I thought I could calculate everything and let everything develop according to my expectations."

"But reality"

"Yes, reality." Grindelwald, who has the ability to predict, also sighed.

It's already noon.

The big fireball was burning.

Even though it is already September, it is still scorching the earth fiercely, pouring out excessive light and heat.

On the contrary, the halo around Harry, the milky white sun that illuminated the entire Hogwarts, gradually receded.

The students on the highest level of the stands have found that their ears have become clear.

At the same time, they also lost the protection of the milky white light and were exposed to the scorching sun.

The blood vessels are protruding and the skin is red.

On the lawn, enjoying the protection of the milky white light, Snape was just like the students in the back row.

Snape's gray face turned an ugly brick red, and a blood vessel on his shiny temple was beating horribly, "Filius! Where is the Dumbledore you are talking about?"

Professor Flitwick lowered his head, only daring to look at his pointed boots, "Maybe Dumbledore thinks nothing will happen to Harry?"

"Maybe it's true." Professor Sprout added, "Didn't you notice? The range of light is shortened."

Snape gritted his teeth, "How can you guarantee that Potter won't explode in the end?"

Lupine nodded, "Even if Harry is fine, Dumbledore must come out and tell everyone."

"The gates of Hogwarts are already crowded with wizards."

"Sirius is in there."

"I smell him."

In front of the majestic cast iron door, Hagrid was explaining stammeringly, "The school is safe now."

In the dark, the crowd headed by Sirius stood on the other side of the iron gate.

And the reason why they are so honest now is because Tonks is holding the wand and standing next to Hagrid.

Sirius, who was regarded as a hero and the leader of this group of people, could only ask dryly, "Can you guarantee that Harry is really fine?"

Fred and George's broomsticks are Sweeping Five Stars, and Sweeping Seven Stars No. 5 is a translation error in earlier translations.