The days at Hogwarts

There were three people in the room, Snape, Filch and - Loren.

Snape had lifted his robes to above his knees. One of his legs was bloody and mangled.

Filch was bandaging Snape's wound.

Loren watched.

"Dimaranth can only deal with shallow wounds. More serious wounds need to be combined with other herbs." Snape said.

Filch put pressure on the wound with a bandage.

"Hiss" Snape gasped, "Damn it, how is it possible to defend against three heads at the same time."

When Harry heard this, his pupils contracted. Snape's injuries were caused by Fluffy's bite.

After hearing this terrible news, he wanted to close the door and leave.

"Potter!" Snape turned his head quickly and put down his robe to cover the wound.

Loren was also surprised; he didn't remember this scene in the movie.

Harry felt his windpipe tighten and he couldn't breathe. He said quickly, "I wonder if I can get my book back."

"Get out! Now!"

Harry hurried away, making his way up the stairs back to the common room.

"Did you get the book?" Ron looked at Harry, who was breathing heavily. Hermione was also curious.

Harry took a breath, recovered, and lowered his voice to tell them everything he had just seen.

"Do you know what this means?" Harry held his breath and said, "On Halloween night, he tried to get past Fluffy's guard! I saw him at that time. He was looking for the thing guarded by the three-headed dog."

"I bet he put the troll in there to distract people from the situation."

Hermione's eyes widened, "I know he's not a nice guy, but a professor would never steal something that Dumbledore keeps strictly guarded."

Ron denied this statement, "To be honest, Hermione, you always think that professors can do nothing wrong. But I think Snape can do anything."

At this point, Ron also became curious, "What is he looking for? And what is the big dog guarding?"

Hermione made a suggestion, "Didn't Harry say that Loren was there too? Maybe we could ask Loren."

"It was Loren who saved our lives, so we shouldn't doubt Loren."

Ron said, "But what if he was cursed by Snape? You know, he goes to Snape's office every Friday. Who knows what they do?"

"But..." Hermione didn't want to talk about Loren and the werewolf. It was Loren's privacy. She couldn't say anything to refute and her face turned red with anxiety.

Harry was a little confused, "But Loren said at the beginning that there was a way to deal with the three-headed dog. If he was on Snape's side, Snape wouldn't have been bitten."

"That's just what he said. Who knows if there is really a way?" Ron retorted.

Hermione wondered if Snape was using the wolfsbane potion to threaten Loren, and Loren had to pretend to be on Snape's side for the sake of the potion, but he didn't really help Snape.

Following this line of thought, everything seemed to make sense, and the little witch confirmed her guess. She wanted to find a chance to talk to Loren alone.

Hermione didn't realize that because of her concern for Loren, her previous firm belief that the professor was fine had changed unconsciously.

Harry agreed with Ron in his heart, but he didn't say anything.

The discussion continued until Loren came back.

The scene just now was not in the movie. Loren didn't know that Harry and the other two had extended so much imagination because of one scene, and for some reason Harry and the other two didn't ask.

In this way, a wonderful misunderstanding arose among the four of them.

Until bedtime, Harry's mind was still buzzing with this question, and he couldn't fall asleep for a long time...

Chapter 60 No way, no way

"Now out is the Gryffindor Quidditch team!"

Loren's voice was full of passion, and he really was like a dedicated commentator.

Loren and Lee Jordan sat next to Professor McGonagall on a platform next to the court.

The commentary was all under the close supervision of Professor McGonagall, which was why Professor McGonagall agreed to Loren's request so easily. He couldn't do anything wrong.

"What you are looking at now is the youngest player in history - Harry Potter!"

Except for Slytherin, students from other colleges cheered and applauded Harry, and the voices from the Gryffindor audience could be heard throughout the audience.

Harry's face turned red in such cold weather.

"The guy next to him is the captain and goalkeeper of the Gryffindor team, Oliver Wood!"

As a handsome guy from the athletic department, Wood was very popular among some girls, and he received equally warm cheers and applause.

Loren introduced the Chasers Katie Bell, Angelina Johnson, and Alia Spinnet in turn.

"And finally the Beaters, the Weasley twins, George! And Fred!"

The two brothers cooperated and rode their brooms around the court in a small circle, pretending to be big stars, greeting the audience and blowing kisses.

Professor McGonagall was very satisfied with the newly added introduction. At least it seemed that the atmosphere was much more lively.

After Loren introduced the Gryffindor team, it was Lee Jordan's turn to introduce the Slytherin team.

Jordan picked up the microphone in front of him and said calmly, "In front of them is the Slytherin team. Now I will hand the time over to the referee, Madam Hooch."

What kind of introduction is this? The Slytherin players were so angry that their noses were crooked.

They had also planned to fly around the field when they were introduced, but Lee Jordan just skipped it with a single sentence.

In the Slytherin audience, a group of wizards led by Malfoy shouted: "There is something fishy going on here, something fishy going on!"

Most of the students from other houses were amused by this contrast. Gryffindor introduced each person seriously, but when it was Slytherin's turn, he only said half a sentence.

"That's so funny!" Seamus fell on Hagrid with laughter. Hagrid's own stomach was shaking and his beard was moving with laughter.

"Jordan!" Professor McGonagall, who was already old, was actually a little afraid to look Snape in the eye as he sat in the faculty and staff seats on the other side.

This really wasn't arranged by me, Professor McGonagall thought, although she also found it interesting.

Madam Hooch blew her silver whistle, and fifteen broomsticks took off into the air.

"The Quaffle was immediately grabbed by Angelina Johnson from Gryffindor, who is an excellent Chaser." Lee Jordan looked at Angelina's back with fascination, "Look at how graceful her figure is and how charming her face is."

Professor McGonagall was so immersed in the game that she didn't react to the first half of the sentence. But when she heard the second half, she turned around and yelled, "Jordan!"

Lee Jordan was tactful. "I'm sorry, Professor."

Loren continued to explain, "Angelina passed everyone else but was eventually cornered by Slytherin. Are these despicable scum only able to bully the minority with their numbers?"

This sounded somewhat problematic, but not too serious. Professor McGonagall simply glared at Lauren, signaling him to be careful with his wording.

On the court, Angelina passed the ball between the wall of players.

"Beautiful! The ball went to Alicia Spinnet and the Slytherin idiot couldn't even touch the ball."

"Loren!"

Professor McGonagall scolded.

"I'm sorry, Professor."

Lee Jordan spoke up as Loren was being reprimanded, "The ball was passed from Alya's hands. Oops, Marcus Flint, the captain of the Slytherin team, got the ball."

Loren continued, "He flew towards the scoring circle. No way, no way, he doesn't think he can score a goal!"

There was no swear word or derogatory words in this sentence. But even such simple words, combined with Loren's strange tone, were very infuriating.

When Seamus and Ron in the audience heard this, their eyes lit up. What an interesting sentence!

When Slytherin captain Marcus Flint heard this, he inexplicably became furious and threw the ball straight out when he was still a long distance away from the scoring circle.

The goal was too obvious and the route was easy to predict, so goalkeeper Wood simply blocked the ball. Wood felt that this ball was very easy to defend.

"Now Katie Bell from Gryffindor has the ball, and she passes it to Angelina!" Lee Jordan explains. "Angelina is heading for the Slytherin goal! She's flying up and down, ready to shoot at any time!"

Loren explains, "Slytherin's goalkeeper, Bletchley, has a head that looks like a pumpkin. Can he guess the ball's path?"

Goalkeeper Blackie flies up.

"How could he fly upwards? Even Pumpkinhead could guess that Angelina wouldn't throw the ball upwards."

Blige flew down.

"Flying down now?"

"What a stupid decision! Even a giant monster could guard the goal better than him."

After hearing this, Blackie's blood pressure rose rapidly and he felt very upset.

Angelina chose the right time to strike.

Ding ding! Angelina scored a goal.

Enthusiastic cheers cut through the cold air.

Angelina celebrated by fist-bumping with her teammates, with smiles on their faces. "Honestly, I feel like it's a little easier to attack now."

The Slytherin team looked at them fiercely.

"Gryffindor score!"

"I've seen the troll! I said he is not as good as the troll, and he is not as good as the troll!" Loren's voice echoed in the stadium.

Seamus thought this sentence was even funnier than before, "Hahahaha, Loren has indeed seen a troll."

Dean fell onto Hagrid's stomach with him laughing.

"Shady! Shady!" Malfoy screamed.

Professor McGonagall was immersed in the joy of scoring, and only then did she realize it and held down Loren and warned him a few times.

As the game continued, the Slytherin players became irritable, kicking people on their brooms and deliberately swinging their bats at the Gryffindor players.

But they were all minor moves, and were done at an angle where Madam Huoqi couldn't see, so there was no way to penalize them.

Angelina was nearly knocked down several times.

The cheers in the audience gradually quieted down and turned into exclamations! Hermione frowned, Quidditch was indeed too barbaric.

"These scum, Slytherins are no different from wild trolls, only trolls will hit people with clubs."

Professor McGonagall pursed her lips tightly and did not stop Loren after hearing this.

"It's a shame that Slytherin so frequently scores points through despicable behavior!" This section is mainly narrated by Lee Jordan.

The atmosphere became increasingly tense, and both sides became angry.

Loren had a sudden impulse and wanted to act sarcastic in front of all the students in the school to give them a little verbal shock.

Now he was afraid that if he continued to talk nonsense, a large-scale fight might break out on the court today.

The Slytherins became wild, and Harry was nearly hit by the Bludger several times. Wood asked him to step aside and wait until he saw the Golden Snitch before entering.

Just as he dodged another Bludger flying towards his head, the broom under him suddenly lost control and began to tumble irregularly.

Loren was not worried about Harry, Dumbledore was on the sidelines. Loren felt that even without Snape and Hermione, nothing would happen to Harry as long as Quirrell was there.

It wasn't until a fire started in the faculty auditorium, interrupting Quirrell's spell, that Harry calmed down and won the victory by catching the Golden Snitch.

Cheers of joy rang out repeatedly among the Gryffindor students, and player Ben flew around Harry to celebrate his victory.

Seamus and Dean gathered a group of young wizards around the Slytherin students and kept repeating the same words.

"No way, no way, you don't think you can win."

I learned this from Loren. They found that such simple words, combined with a wonderful tone, are like a spell that can absorb other people's good moods and transform them into their own good moods.

The uglier the Slytherin students' faces looked, the happier they were, as if they had eaten something delicious, and this feeling of enjoyment was fascinating.

The expression of enjoyment on Gryffindor's face coupled with that sentence made the mockery more intense, and the little snakes looked even uglier. It was as if some kind of positive feedback had been formed.

Loren didn't know it yet, but he was about to create a wave at Hogwarts.

Chapter 61 The Trickster Invites You to Eat Candy

Evening, Gryffindor common room.

The entire lounge was brightly lit, with candlesticks and various magic lamps placed in every place upstairs and downstairs, and the firewood in the fireplace was dancing.