I swung a sword at Hogwarts

He is the Head Auror, much more powerful than Uncle Ron.

Also stronger than his twin uncle.

He was absent from the wizarding city almost every day, and one Christmas, Uncle Potter left in a hurry.

He went to catch the bad guys.

Little Weasley was wondering why there were so many bad guys.

They are obviously safe?

My father comes home late, even on Christmas Day.

But he was always very tolerant of little Weasley.

Little Weasley didn't know how great his father was. He asked his father why there were so many bad guys outside. Aren't there any in the wizarding city?

The father would use his broad palm to gently rub little Weasley's hair.

He said in a nostalgic tone, "Because of a star, they dare not expose themselves to the light, because that would greatly magnify their ugliness and meanness."

His father couldn't make young Weasley understand that there was a great magic shrouding the wizarding world.

He could only use his fingers to feel for the ring on the little Weasley's neck, his eyes deep and with a sigh, "Stella John Weasley."

"Your name has three stars. I hope you become him, but I am also afraid that you will become him."

That name is too heavy.

Time keeps moving. How many people in this world still remember the kid who fought at the beginning of the first grade?

No one remembers the owner of the Star Club who was wandering around Hogwarts.

Just as he left a legend in Hogwarts, he also became a legend in the wizarding world.

Little Weasley nodded ignorantly and blinked.

His hair was like his father's, a fiery red like flames that would burn your eyes at a glance.

With a line of freckles on his nose and cheeks, his features were as soft as his mother's.

But his eyes were reddish-brown, like a salamander's.

Those eyes reflected the sun that never burned out and set in the wizard's city.

Stella John Weasley, one of the four Weasley brothers who was about to enter school next year, finally couldn't stand the long-standing question and asked innocently, "What is that?"

Percy looked up; he too was old enough to have a beard.

The light from the tower shone through the gaps between his hair and beard.

It was like a wave from an old friend, telling him that he was fine.

The star shines so brightly that it turns into the sun, dimming everything else.

The stars clustered around it were also covered up by the brighter light.

"my friend."

"A star that never fades or falls."

After Percy finished speaking, Little Weasley retorted: "It obviously looks like the sun, why do you say it's a star?"

"Because the sun burns the stars."

"But Dad," said Stella, "all the stars are different."

...

"The second extra chapter is here.

This is a story from the Weasley family, the third generation of children, children who are treated as stars by the stars.

He was not perfect. He was unable to understand the wisdom of the complex ancient magic runes, nor was he able to recognize the twins.

He was Stella John Weasley, a man with high hopes and three stars in his name.

He is the child of the stars, but he is not the stars.

He would listen to the stories of the Hogwarts Night Haunter and be afraid to go out at night. He would also yearn for the King of Hogwarts, chasing him on the Quidditch field, looking for the legendary footprints of the stars.

He is a member of the Second Ancient Clan and has eyes like a salamander.

He would be brave and protective of his friends and become a Gryffindor.

He was bullied by the vicious Dean Snape, learned Herbology from Professor Longbottom, and was occasionally invited to taste the delicacies from Abbot's private kitchen.

He would meet Professor Hagrid, taste the teeth-aching rock cake, and wonder about the golden flames.

He will also befriend Grawp and go on adventures aboard the back of a Forbidden Forest Zouwu.

He would also meet Professor Ludislay of Ilvermorny and young Uncle Edgar at the school league.

Met the little princess of the Malfoy family and blushed at the beautiful Ms. Delacour.

Sometimes his confidence would be dampened by Diggory's academic master, but they would become good friends.

This is Stella Weasley."

Chapter 859 Most Valuable Player

"Welcome to the 424th Quidditch World Cup!"

Cheers, applause, fireworks.

The noisy sounds combine to create the most lively moment in the world.

Flowers were flying, and in the huge Quidditch pitch, a voice came from the huge round ball commentary desk suspended in the air.

Ernie Macmillan and Ludo Bagman, Head of the Department of Magical Games and Sports, form a new commentary alliance.

“It’s a high-profile match with England taking on Bulgaria in the final.”

"Both sides use the Seeker as a means of ending the game."

"I wonder what you think, Mr. Bagman. As a former England star, how do you view the final match point of this game?"

Ludo Bagman once represented England. He was a batsman and thought he was unparalleled with the stick, but they just didn't get very good results that year.

Although older and fatter, he still loves Quidditch.

Even though he had lost his Hornets signature Comet series due to gambling, he still remained a gambler.

"I think the final match point of this game will still depend on the Seekers. The Chasers on both sides are not very good at scoring. In the quarter-finals between Bulgaria and Egypt, if Viktor Krum hadn't performed well, they would have been far behind by a large margin."

This year's Quidditch World Cup is a highly anticipated one. It is the first Quidditch World Cup held in the wizarding city.

It is a competition of historic significance and milestone.

Krum, as an ace player who participated in the previous two World Cups, was eliminated every time.

It was like a nightmare. As the top seeker, he missed the championship every time.

Ernie said, "This year belongs to the Seeker. Viktor Krum is already 26 years old. If he can't make up for his regret this time, he may never see the World Cup again."

Quidditch is a sport that demands physical fitness, and once people enter their thirties, their physical fitness will gradually decline.

In other words, Krum is risking everything this time.

"Mr. Bagman, do you have any analysis of the English Seeker as opposed to Viktor Krum?"

When Ernie asked this, Bagman looked grim and muttered, "He's a jerk, yes, I said so."

"Ahahaha," Ernie laughed. "It seems Mr. Bagman has a grudge against this Seeker."

"That bastard, every time I think he's about to win, he loses!" Bagman slammed the table in excitement, "Every time I place a bet, ahem... watch a match, I'm always just that close!"

"He seems to be cursed. I wonder if he has offended the God of Quidditch. Oh, Wizard King, I have never seen such an unlucky guy!"

"If I were the head of his club, I would make him keep an eye on the Golden Snitch every day, even when he was eating! That way he could apologize to the Quidditch God!"

"Calm down, calm down, Mr. Bagman, we are on the air."

Ernie struggled to hold down Ludo Bagman who was about to go berserk.

It was really not a nice sight to see two men arguing with each other in the commentary booth.

There is no way. Bagman, a notorious gambler, always wants to take risks to get rich.

Unfortunately, the object of his bet seemed to be hated by the God of Quidditch, and always fell short in the top wizarding league.

The excitement in the commentary booth spread to the locker room.

In the England dressing room, the platinum-haired Seeker looked sullen.

Although he is not the captain, he exudes a gloomy aura that even the captain dare not approach him.

"My Atuo is at Silver Cross Hospital today. She will be watching our game on TV."

The sinister words made the England players tremble with fear.

Malfoy, who was selected as the seeker for the England team this year, smiled grimly. "Who made me lose face in front of my unborn child? I swear to the Witch King that the bastard will be an unwelcome guest in the Malfoy family for the rest of his life."

"Not really, not really." The Chaser Captain's palms were sweating and he swallowed hard. "We tried very hard, didn't we?"

"Hard work? You call that hard work?" Malfoy said angrily. "It's just training for fifteen hours a day. You call that hard work?"

Team member: Do you want to listen to what you are saying?

Coach, are you still going to take care of this kid?

Coach: What kind of person is his father? Why do you want me to be in charge of him?

The coach is also tired. Ever since this devil came to the England team, he has been completely sidelined.

I thought my team members could just eat sea cucumbers occasionally and treat going abroad as a vacation.

Who would have thought that Malfoy had trained these people's big bellies into muscles? Not only that, two big guys with sticks blocked the Quidditch entrance every day, and would beat anyone who dared to leave early.

Even the coach was beaten seven or eight times. One time, he was in a hurry to go to the toilet, and was beaten by those two idiots so hard that he couldn't hold it anymore.

It was after that incident that the coach was completely sidelined and couldn’t even go to the stadium.

After the devilish training, a team at the bottom of the list was dragged into the finals.

The title of Quidditch Tyrant was also completely pinned on Malfoy's head.

"Remember, go out on the court, win the championship, and give it to my unborn baby!"

Malfoy said inhumane words about making a group of people work as laborers.

The stadium announces the players' entry.

He walked in front with such swagger that the captain even forgot that he was the leader.

The players enter the field, forming a triangle formation and flying over the audience.

When the audience saw Malfoy, they started to curse him.

This kid really attracts too much hatred in the arena.

A fire dragon streaked across the sky, then spit out flames and exploded into fireworks.

Seeing this, the Bulgarian veelas also stepped forward with their long legs, showing off their beauty in the most seductive way.

Krum saw Malfoy and nodded to him.

This will be a showdown between the two of them.

Will Krum exit with regret, or will Malfoy fail to win the championship for his unborn child?

As the game began, the Seeker flew to the highest point.

The match between Malfoy and Krum officially begins.

It was a battle between top-level Seekers, attracting countless people.

Harry, who was far away in Edinburgh, stopped in a wizard pub. His eyes fell on the TV and looked at the annoying face.

"A...butterbeer."

Harry asked the boss for a glass of butterbeer and sat in the corner, watching his former enemy bloom.

Seven years of entanglement and separation after graduation.