In the blink of an eye, the golden light flew across a distance of tens of meters.
Ordinary people's eyes don't even have time to see it before it has already disappeared.
Not far in front of the golden light, there are rows of wooden obstacles crisscrossing them.
Judging from the golden light, it seems to be rushing into it.
The golden light is very small, and if it rushes into it, it will probably disappear without a trace in an instant.
Just when the golden light was about to rush in, an afterimage appeared.
It flies from afar.
The speed is extremely fast!
Vaguely, it can be seen that there is a person in this afterimage.
Only the afterimage flashed.
He caught up with the golden light ahead.
Before the golden light disappeared, he caught it.
There was a round of applause.
"Awesome! Harry! You're so fast again!"
Ron clapped his hands vigorously, with a look of amazement on his face.
He really couldn't imagine that in just one week, Harry would make such great progress!
It's like he's a completely different person!
It was not that Harry had not trained before. In the second week, he joined the Gryffindor Quidditch team and received the Nimbus 2000 as a gift from Professor McGonagall.
ranks.
All in all, he had been training for nearly two months!
But Ron discovered that there was no comparison between Harry's previous two months of training and this week's training!
There is so much difference!
The total effect of those two months of training may not be half of the effect of his one week of training.
"This is talent."
Ron's slightly tired eyes were full of envy.
Harry's father, James Potter, is a Quidditch star himself. It is normal for Harry to inherit his father's talent.
Speaking of which, the Weasley family's talents are pretty good too.
As one of the few pure-blood families in the magic world, although life is a bit miserable, their talents are not outstanding.
Except for his sister who has not yet entered school.
Each of his five brothers has shown his excellent talent in magic.
only him
Ron lowered his head in disappointment.
Harry didn't notice this, he was in a state of joy.
"Yes! Ron, my speed has increased to 220 kilometers per hour! Even Fang's speed can't beat me!"
According to Harry's original calculation, he should only be able to increase his speed to 200 kilometers per hour, which is the same as Fang Mu's speed.
But the red bottle of magic medicine that can eliminate physical fatigue helped him a lot!
Relying on this, Harry increased his training intensity and achieved his current speed in one fell swoop!
"Really? That's great!"
Ron was happy for Harry.
"In that case, let's go back. There is a competition tomorrow, and you need to keep your spirits up!"
"I'm in good spirits! Ron, I don't need to go back to rest."
Harry said brightly.
The red bottle of potion protected his body, while the coolness on his forehead protected his spirit.
Whenever his energy reaches a low point, that coolness will appear, making him full of energy again.
Since acquiring this magical 'talent', Harry no longer has any inferiority complex towards Fang Mu, and he can now face Fang Mu with great confidence.
"Wait a minute, Quidditch is just one of them!"
Harry has gradually realized that the benefits brought by that coolness are not only great in Quidditch, but also have the same effect in other aspects.
However, now that the Quidditch finals are coming, he needs to focus more on Quidditch and has no time to study other things.
After regaining his composure, Harry said to Ron again.
"Ron, although my current fastest speed has reached 220 kilometers per hour, it is not very stable yet. I still need to practice some more."
"Is this so?"
Ron hesitated and said.
"Then, how about I go back first? Harry, it's not that I don't want to accompany you, we are best friends! It's just that I practice with you every day these days, and without your talent, I really can't go on.
"
By the time he said it, Ron had buried his head deeply and lowered his voice to the lowest level.
Harry frowned subconsciously.
Ron is leaving?
In his opinion, this kind of behavior is tantamount to betrayal!
Thinking of this word, Harry's heart became cold unconsciously.
Even the words he spoke were a little colder.
"In that case, you should go back first."
"Yeah, okay, thank you for understanding me! Harry!"
Ron was indeed mentally exhausted and was blaming himself, so he didn't notice anything unusual about Harry.
"Then I'll go back first, Harry. You can go back and rest early later."
Harry didn't reply, just watched Ron leave quietly.
After Ron left, he grabbed the broomstick again and continued practicing.
practise!
Then, in front of everyone in the school, defeat that person!
A high-rise building.
Dumbledore's eyes narrowed slightly.
"Snape, does the potion you made have any impact on people's personalities?"
Snape frowned, intending to refute, but finally said.
"No, I use the mildest materials, and the two magic potions I refine are also the mildest. They will not have any impact on people's body or spirit."
"Wouldn't it have any impact?"
Dumbledore's eyes almost narrowed into a straight line.
"Do you think there's anything wrong with Harry's current behavior?"
Snape said that after all, he had followed Dumbledore for so long. Although Dumbledore's tone did not change at all from the beginning to the end, he could still see something from some subtleties.
"I don't think so. He might just be under too much pressure."
"Maybe."
Dumbledore shifted his gaze.
"How is Professor Quirrell these days?"
"He behaved very normally, no different from usual. He went to class and after class as usual. I didn't notice any abnormal behavior on his part."
Snape said.
"Is everything okay?"
Dumbledore was silent for a while.
"Keep watching him, he probably won't be able to wait much longer."
The two him are not talking about the same him.
The first one refers to Professor Quirrell.
But the second he refers to that person.
Snape nodded.
"I see."
For a while, the place fell into silence again.
The cold moonlight shone down, leaving shadows one by one.