Hogwarts: Nagini captured at the start

Chapter 53 The Millennial Dry Toilet Becomes a Spirit

Compared to Robin's ease, Ron's gloating, and Hermione's speechlessness, Harry's expression was much more serious.

"The wound on his leg was from an animal bite. Do you know what that means?"

"On Halloween Eve, when Ron and I broke away from the group to go find Robin, I saw Snape walk upstairs with my own eyes."

"Think about it, Quirrell notified the trolls to break into the basement, and Snape, as a professor, went upstairs. What was upstairs, especially in the rightmost corridor on the fourth floor?"

Harry's subtext: The old bat is using a feint, letting the trolls into the castle to draw fire while he sneaks off to the fourth floor to steal things.

"To be honest, I think the same as Harry. I wouldn't be surprised if Snape did something like that, but what is that three-headed dog guarding that's worth all this trouble?" Ron said.

"No, he wouldn't. I know Snape is bad, but he doesn't look like the kind of person who would steal," Hermione retorted.

"Hermione, in your eyes, all the professors are good people. Robin, what's your opinion?"

The score is currently 2-1. Harry is eager to know Robin's opinion. If his roommate is also on his side, the score will be 3-1, and the chances of Snape being the bad guy will increase significantly.

Three pairs of bright, piercing eyes all turned to look at Luo Bin.

After finishing his apple juice with relish, Robin said quietly, "If Harry's guess is correct, then Argus Filch and Bobby Pomfrey are definitely Snape's accomplices."

"ah?!"

The three of them exclaimed in unison in shock.

"Harry, don't forget. Just now, Filch was treating Snape's wound, and Snape mentioned the words 'three heads.' Filch then suggested that he see Madam Pomfrey. I think someone with many years of medical experience should be able to see the strangeness of the leg injury."

Robin's casual remark shattered Harry's suspicions: "Well, a three-person conspiracy is indeed rather unlikely."

"I believe Filch is an accomplice, but I don't believe Ms. Pomfrey a hundred times more," Ron said.

"See, the top student really sees things more clearly. If I were there and saw what happened in the faculty lounge, I would definitely be the first to refute Harry," Hermione said smugly, chin held high.

Luo Bin: ━┳━━┳━, no way! If you were here, you would definitely see what those two little devils are doing. I would be furious if they drew those little yellow pictures like that!

After Snape finished discussing the three-headed hound's guarded possessions, the four chatted for a while longer. Then, seeing that it was getting late, they packed up their things and went back to their dormitory to rest.

The next day, at 11 a.m., Luo Bin and his group, each carrying their own flying brooms, headed towards the stadium locker room.

Suddenly, Slytherin captain Marcus Flint, along with his teammates, blocked their path.

Robin glanced sideways, secretly sizing up the buck-toothed man, Flint.

He had a prominent forehead and thick, bushy hair that looked like a tattered mop stuck on his head. He had sharp eyes and a fierce appearance, making him seem unapproachable.

He was spouting nonsense and saying insulting things, which made Wood so angry that his veins bulged.

Something he said crossed Wood's line, and he grabbed Flint by the collar, raising his fist high.

"Wood, if you actually beat him up, you'll fall into the buck-toothed man's trap."

Luo Bin stepped forward and loudly reminded him.

"Buck-toothed man! Who are you calling a buck-toothed man?"

Flint shook off Wood's hand, grabbed Robin by the collar, raised his fist high, and gritted his teeth.

Tsk, what a double standard! You're allowed to cross other people's bottom lines, but others aren't allowed to touch your sore spots.

"Um, I can count the birds perched on the treetops in the distance very clearly, which shows that my eyesight is extremely good."

"you"

Flint's fists were clenched so tightly that the veins bulged.

"Go ahead and play. I'm a substitute player, but I'm worth it to trade a Slytherin Chaser."

Flint was furious, his face flushed and his thick eyebrows furrowed, but he still pulled his fist back. "Nobody wants this piece of junk."

"Who are you talking about?"

Luo Bin asked in a flat tone, looking at the other person as if he were looking at a dead person.

But the arrogant and conceited Flint was oblivious to people's feelings. He retorted recklessly, "Whoever agreed is the one we're talking about. Tsk, if you didn't want people to say 'nobody wanted you,' you should have been stoned to death with your short-lived parents."

Robin: (へ╮), damn, is this guy some kind of ancient outhouse spirit? The stench wafts for miles around when he opens his mouth. No wonder Wood grabbed him by the collar and threatened to beat him up after just a few words. Ha, trying to provoke me into beating him up and getting Gryffindor points deducted, huh? I'm not going to do things your way.

"If offending the deceased brings you satisfaction and pleasure, then keep offending them! However, from now on, you must choose midday when you go out, because you'll get struck by lightning sooner or later."

Luo Bin's expression was sincere and his tone concerned, as if he were genuinely considering the other person's feelings.

"you"

Flint was so angry his eyes bulged out. If it weren't for Puse (the chaser) and Blitch (the goalkeeper) holding him back, he might have really lost his temper and attacked.

"Oh my god, so you're all stuck here! The game is about to start, hurry up and go to your team's locker room to change!" Ms. Huo shouted in a flurry.

"Robin Lestrange, is that you? I'll remember you," Flint said through gritted teeth.

"I'll remember you too—buck-toothed guy!"

With teachers present, Flint couldn't openly yell at them. He led his teammates, fuming, into the Slytherin team's locker room.

"Don't be afraid, child. Marcus Flint won't do anything to you," Ms. Hodge comforted her.

"I think he should be afraid of me."

Under Ms. Hooch's questioning gaze, the group entered the Gryffindor team's locker room. After changing into their bright red Quidditch jerseys, Captain Wood launched into his old, motivational speech.

"Alright, guys and girls, this is a big moment, a moment we've all been waiting for, this year."

After his tired, overused speech, Wood clapped his hands three times to try and energize the audience.

"Alright, it's time to go on stage. Good luck everyone. Robin, you stay in the locker room and take care of the support staff."

"Okay, no problem," Robin replied.

Afterwards, Wood led the team out of the locker room and onto the cheering stadium, while Robin moved a small stool, sat down next to the locker room, lifted the heavy curtain, and held binoculars to look at the scene outside.

The stands around the stadium were raised by five or six meters, but even so, some people still couldn't reach their seats. It seems that all the teachers and students in the school came to watch the game.

Robin saw Hermione, Ron, Neville, Seamus, and Dean standing in the highest row of the stands, holding up a huge banner made from a tattered bedsheet stained with urine, cheering for the Gryffindor team.

The banner read "Gryffindor will win!" Dean, a man of considerable artistic talent, painted a majestic lion on the banner to cover the urine stains, while Hermione cast a spell on the paint, making the banner sparkle like a fairy light.

(End of this chapter)