Harry Potter and the Legend of the Temple

Louis did not sleep well this night.

The comfort level of a sleeping bag cannot be compared with that of a bed in a dormitory. When he woke up in the morning, he only felt a strong backache.

After tidying up his appearance, Louis emerged from the narrow tent, and the dazzling light passed through the windows of the banquet hall.

Most of the Gryffindor students were already standing in groups in the Great Hall. Louis saw Harry, Ron and others getting up from their sleeping bags.

The students were talking non-stop, mostly talking about Blake.

There are different opinions on how he entered the castle and how he deceived the dementors.

Louis and Harry looked at each other. Regarding Black, what was more important to them today was the Chaser campaign.

Pushing open the door of the banquet hall, Louis looked up and saw the girl with white hair hanging around her shoulders. She seemed to have been waiting at the door for a long time, her eyes looking a little anxious and seemingly unconcerned.

Seeing Lewis walking out, she immediately turned her head to the side and pretended to look around aimlessly at the surrounding walls.

"Harry, Ron, are you okay?" Ernie MacMillan, a third-year Hufflepuff student, took the initiative to say hello to them, and Harry responded in a friendly way. For this Hufflepuff classmate, he I can't say I like him, but I definitely don't dislike him. This guy is Justin Finch-Fletchley's partner, a typical Hufflepuff character.

"I heard that Black broke into Hogwarts? Is it true or false?" Ernie approached them and asked, his eyes burning with gossip.

"Seeing is believing, Ernie." Ron pouted at him, "Didn't you see that all of us Gryffindors were driven to the banquet hall to sleep?"

"How is the Fat Lady doing now?"

"Still hiding on the fifth floor." Ernie curled his lips, "Dumbledore plans to let Sir Cadogan take her place."

"That belligerent old man?"

Seeing Ron's expression, Harry knew that Sir Cardiff was not a good person. Perhaps he would be even crazier than the Fat Lady.

"Why did you come to the banquet hall so early, Ernie?" Harry changed the subject. He didn't want to know too much about the portrait at the door.

"No, I'm accompanying the second young lady of the Greengrass family." Ernie's eyes were a little helpless. He was called out of the Hufflepuff common room early on the weekend, but he didn't expect that he would be called by St. Letin's little goddess went to visit the Gryffindor students as a tool.

Who cares about that Gryffindor student who has nothing to do with him, and Ernie who stayed up late yesterday to do his homework.

If he wasn't interested in Daphne, maybe he didn't want to get involved in her sister's business at all.

However, when he rushed to the banquet hall, he seemed to smell a strong smell of gossip. In the third grade, he had reached an age where emotions were ignorant, and he could keenly detect the faint hormones exuding in the air.

Especially for men like Ernie who are good at gossiping, well, men will be crazier than women if they gossip.

Astoria seemed to see Ernie's half-smiling gaze, and suddenly became a little annoyed.

"Shut up, MacMillan. If you keep talking nonsense, I'll complain to my sister."

"I didn't say anything." Ernie expressed his innocence, as if all this had nothing to do with him.

Looking at Astoria's blushing face with embarrassment, Louis smiled. Although the girl refused to admit it, he could feel the deep concern.

"I'm just hungry and wanted to ask you to come over for dinner early." Astoria made up lies casually, but no one believed her.

"Anyway, I didn't come here specifically to see Louis." Ernie and Louis looked at her repeatedly, and Astoria had long wanted to dig a hole in the ground.

This was a small episode in the early morning. They chatted for a while and then said goodbye temporarily at the door. Before leaving, Ernie patted Louis on the shoulder and said sincerely:

"Brother, you have to work harder. I can only tell you that Astoria is so good."

Having said that, Lewis considers things like relationships very carefully.

For the selection of Quidditch players, Wood placed the venue directly on the Quidditch pitch. Since the registration information was announced, at least twenty Gryffindor students have voluntarily signed up. After all, they can join the house-level Quidditch players. Team Diqi is also an extremely honorable thing.

Louis had never played Quidditch before. The last time he rode a broom, he knocked Astoria over, causing an extremely embarrassing situation.

But he had seen last year's Quidditch match, never eaten pork, at least he had seen pigs running, and for Louis' selection, Harry lent all his Nimbus 2000 to Louis.

It can be said that Lewis is also a genius when it comes to Quidditch. It only took him ten minutes to completely control the speed of Nimbus 2000, and Wood's first test was to control the speed.

In this regard, Oliver Wood added Angelina Johnson and Fred Weasley as Chasers simulating the enemy team to interfere with the Selectors' progress. However, facing the interception of the front players, Louis slowly threw the ball upwards in the form of a cushion. He switched his left and right hands and used his left hand to protect the ball. He used his right hand to instantly rotate the entire broom 180 times. .

A perfect and gorgeous turn floated past Angelina's eyes, and then she rushed forward, instantly getting rid of the opponent's obstruction.

"Beautiful!" Wood, who was sitting on the broom, watched all this. He didn't expect that a sophomore could make such a perfect evasive move under such a tight selection.

Louis didn't think too much about it. He still borrowed this action from the classic Marseille slalom in football.

The first round of selections left Lewis and third-year Dean Thomas. Of course, the next step is the ultimate test from Wood.

The Chaser masters not only the speed but more importantly, the scoring rate of the Quaffle.

And Wood, as the best goalkeeper today, almost no one can break through the three gates he defends.

No matter how accurate he is, he can hit the Quaffle in time, including Dean Thomas, but all five ball opportunities were rejected by Wood.

This made the selection atmosphere seem even more tense. The Weasley twins off the court were secretly cursing that Wood's requirements for players were too high.

Lewis didn't panic, he rushed down with the Quaffle in hand, and then he stared in the direction of Wood, but the Quaffle in his hand was already ready to go.

"Why doesn't he throw?" Hermione was a little anxious. Everyone held their breath and looked up.

Lewis moved, he moved his left and right hands slightly, and the Quaffle in his hands was about to come out.

Wood saw the right moment, tilted the broom to the left, and was about to pounce on the left border.

At a good opportunity, Lewis suddenly exerted force with his right hand, and the Quaffle drew a complete high arc and passed by Wood's hand. It completed a spin on the left side of the frame and flew to the middle position.

Hollow! Wood looked at the Quaffle that had already flown into the goal frame with a look of disbelief on his face. The ball he thought he could block 100% missed perfectly.

"how did you do it?"

Louis smiled and didn't answer. He just used football footwork and changed it to Quidditch. Of course, they couldn't understand it.

If you really answer, you can only say:

My lord, times have changed.