Everyday Players at Hogwarts.

Chapter 152 Ron’s Suspicion

Time: 7 o'clock, outside the castle.

"Wait, Harry, although Professor Snape is very kind to you, is it possible?" Ron suddenly doubted, after all, Snape has always been bad to him, in his opinion.

"How is that possible? Ron, are you crazy?" Harry stopped walking back to the castle and turned to look at Ron.

"Do you remember Snape's tone in our first class? He said, 'I can teach you how to improve your reputation, create glory, and even prevent death.' Listen, stop death!"

"Professor Snape may be a good person, but good people also have desires, especially when it comes to the Sorcerer's Stone, or he just wants to steal it, study it, and finally return it quietly." Ron vividly imitated Snape's usual speech. Tone.

"Come on, if you doubt Professor Snape, you might as well doubt Quirrell!"

"He was said to be very good before, but now he has suddenly changed. Also, as for the function of my red spark, Professor Dumbledore mentioned purification. In my opinion, he must have suffered some kind of curse and was then coerced." Participate in stealing the Philosopher’s Stone.”

"That's why he forgot about Crabbe and didn't answer Professor McGonagall's question about where he was at that time. At that time, he was most likely in the forbidden area on the fourth floor."

"Did you notice? He was on the fifth floor at the time, and he was the fastest one. Professor Snape must have sensed something and went to the fourth floor, so he went to the fourth floor very quickly. Professor McGonagall, she is not like that." Harry guessed, while Ryan was secretly shocked that he had guessed so well.

Ryan is a time traveler, and Harry Potter is a time traveler!

"So, Quirrell is indeed very suspicious, but why can't the person who coerced him be Snape? Quirrell was once his student. He may have mastered some secret of Quirrell, and he happened to know it again The Philosopher's Stone cursed and coerced him." Ron still doubted Snape.

"Come on, Ron, I think you think Professor Snape is usually targeting you." Harry teased.

"Come on, it's too late. I was kicked out by Hagrid because of you. I still want to ask my mother about interesting things when she was young." Ryan said pretending to be depressed.

"That's okay. I want to ask my dad and mom about their embarrassing stories. When they talk about me one day, I'll be like, hehe." Ron's attention was immediately diverted.

And Harry looked thoughtful.

The next morning was bright and cold, the restaurant was filled with the tempting smell of grilled sausages, and everyone was looking forward to a wonderful Quidditch game and chatting happily.

Ron took a bite of a small sausage, seemingly venting his frustration at not eating Hagrid's sausage yesterday.

"Harry, eat it." Ron muttered with the sausage in his mouth.

"I don't want to eat anything," said Harry.

"Have some toast," Anthony coaxed.

"I'm not hungry." Harry felt terrible. In another hour, he will be walking onto the field.

Although Quidditch is a minor problem in his eyes, he has been to the bottom of the sea and killed giant monsters alone. But the unreliable team, the keeper who never showed up, and the fear that he had smashed the sign of the son of the seeker genius James Potter made him not want to eat anything.

Ryan understood this very well, but if Harry's teammates were replaced by the Gryffindor team in the original world line, he would not be like this after experiencing so much.

"Harry, you need to maintain strong physical strength." Michael said, "The seeker is always the person that the opponent should guard against."

"Thank you, Michael," Harry said, watching as Michael slathered ketchup on his sausage.

By eleven o'clock, it seemed that all the teachers and students of the school were in the stands surrounding the Quidditch pitch.

Many students also brought binoculars. The seats were literally raised into the air, but it was still difficult to see the action at times.

Ryan and Hermione moved to the top row, joining Ron, Neville, Anthony and his two younger brothers Terry and Michael.

In order to surprise Harry, they used a sheet stained by the little mouse Scabbers to draw a huge banner that said Potter must win. Terry drew an eagle with spread wings and wanted to fly. Then, Anthony There was also a clever magic trick that made the paint on the banner shine with different colors.

Not long after, Draco came with two followers and sat next to Ron. Ron snorted softly, indicating acceptance.

Meanwhile, in the locker room, the goalkeeper finally appears, looking like a grown-up version of Dudley. Thinking of this, Harry couldn't help but feel as if his stomach was twitching. Dudley belonged to Hufflepuff, and if he failed, he would see himself embarrassed.

So, Harry and the other team members changed into their sky blue Quidditch uniforms (the Hufflepuff team wore yellow clothes) without paying any attention to Roger's words.

"Everyone, relax in this competition. This time our opponent is Hufflepuff, and there is no chance of us losing."

"Harry, you have to remember your tactics. When the ball comes, hug it like a sloth and avoid it. Also, try to fly in a zigzag pattern. Harry, Harry!" Roger boasted and patted the ball. Harry's shoulders.

"Come on, Roger, you junior, stop being funny. If Harry zigzags, how can he grab the Golden Snitch!" Henry looked dissatisfied. He who usually disdains participating in tactical training, this is the first time he heard this "Tactics" makes my lungs explode with anger.

"I'm the captain!" Roger yelled.

Before they could start arguing, the time was up. Harry was confused, he still didn't know the names of the batsman and the wicketkeeper.

According to his observation, the two chasers directly expressed their dissatisfaction with Roger, while the two batsmen and the keeper were silent and looked like the world had nothing to do with me.

Harry followed Roger out of the dressing room, and then walked towards the cheering stadium. However, this was just a small scene for him, but Dudley, who was sitting at the front watching the game, made him feel a little weak in his legs.

Mrs. Huo Qi is the referee.

She stood in the middle of the field, her broom in hand, waiting for the players from both teams.

“Listen, I want everyone to play fair and honestly,” she said once the players gathered around her.

Harry forced his eyes away from Dudley, and out of the corner of his eye he saw the banner flying high, with the words "Potter Must Win" shining above the crowd.

There was also Malfoy who stood up and waved, his light blond hair shining in the sun. No, there was Ron, who also stood up and refused to be outdone.

Malfoy also looked unconvinced and asked Goyle and Crabbe to lift him up.

Phew! Harry couldn't help but laugh, all worries flying away.

"Very good. As expected of Harry Potter, you can do it on your own terms. This is my experience." Henry, a strong and honest man with blond hair, said in his ear.

"Please get on your broomsticks," Mrs. Hooch said, and blew her silver whistle as hard as she could.

Harry stepped onto his Nimbus 2000.

Fifteen flying brooms rose from the ground and soared high into the sky.

The game started.

(End of this chapter)