The days at Hogwarts

He'll never be Gryffindor's tail, never deduct Gryffindor House Cup points again.

Looking at Professor Snape in the arena, well, the last one is yet to be determined.

"Remember, don't forget, it's rigor mortis," Hermione whispered to Ron.

"I know." Ron whispered back, and they kept Loren from hearing about it.

The two planned to curse Snape if he showed any signs of harming Harry.

Loren sat nearby and did not participate in the explanation. Hufflepuff was a friendly brother house, and Professor McGonagall thought that his way of explanation was offensive.

There seems to be no second Quidditch scene in the movie, and he is more concerned about Quirrell's movements than Ron and Hermione are about Snape.

call out!

The whistle sounded, and fourteen players from both teams, plus Professor Snape, took off into the air.

Harry accelerated and flew out of the main battlefield, looking at the audience.

He believed that Snape would not dare to attack him under Dumbledore's nose, but in order to prevent any further trouble, he planned to catch the Golden Snitch as soon as possible and end the game.

The competition was intense, but both sides followed the rules and did not get too angry.

In the stands, Ron and Hermione stared at Snape's every move.

"Ouch!" Ron cried out in pain.

Someone poked Ron in the back of the head. It was Malfoy.

Malfoy grinned at his two lackeys, and Crabbe and Goyle joined in the grin.

"Wonder how long Potter will be able to stay on his broomstick this time? Anyone want to take a bet? How about you, Weasley?"

Ron was paying attention to the situation on the field and had no time to pay attention to Malfoy.

Malfoy didn't know why he had to do these provocative things. He wanted to attract the attention of people around him.

But everyone's attention was on the field and no one paid attention to him, which made Malfoy a little angry.

"You know how the Gryffindor team is chosen?" Malfoy said loudly, "They pick those who they think are pitiful. Like Potter, who has no parents, and the Weasley twins, whose families have no money. Neville Longbottom, you should also be on the team because you have no brains."

This was really too much. Loren looked away from the field and turned to scold Malfoy: "Enough, watch the game carefully. If you don't want to watch it, go back to the castle."

Malfoy was stunned by the scolding, and then he felt angry and wanted to scold Loren as well, but for some inexplicable reason, he did not say it out loud.

Crabbe on the side cursed, "Bah! Mudblood! You and that know-it-all lady are both."

Hermione heard the words, but didn't know what the Mudblood meant.She was staring intently at Snape, escorting Harry.

Ron and Neville knew what the Mudblood meant. They looked at Crabbe in disbelief and rushed towards him angrily. The three of them started to wrestle with each other.

Malfoy froze when he saw this scene.

An idea came to his mind, that he should apologize to Loren on behalf of Crabbe.

A cold wind blew, and Malfoy laughed at the idea of ​​apologizing. He was from a noble pure-blood family, why should he apologize? They were indeed mud...

Malfoy didn't think any further. He stopped Goyle who was going to help and took him away, saying that he didn't want Slytherin to be deducted more points.

Ron, Neville and Crabbe rolled into a ball on the ground.

The three of them were fighting, and Ron and Neville were there to help him vent his anger. It was easy to tell who they were helping.

Loren took out his magic wand and said, "Petrify All."

There was a flash of white light, and a clean and sharp binding spell hit Crabbe accurately among the three people.

Crabbe's face was pale, his hands and feet were stiff, and he was lying in the aisle of the stands.

Ron and Neville got up, with traces of blood on their faces.

"How dare he say that!" Ron was still furious and kicked Crabbe who had collapsed.

Neville nodded, still in the afterglow of the excitement of his first impulsive fight.

He heard his own breathing right beside his ear: huh~huh~

My heartbeat was beating fiercely beside my ears: Boom! Boom!

A voice in his heart asked him:

Cowardly Neville, why did you rush up just now?

Longbottom, how dare you rush forward!

It’s as if a force is surging in my body. That’s courage.

"Are you guys okay?" Loren asked.

Ron touched the blood on his face, then leaned over to look at the stunned Neville, "Hey, it's okay, it's this guy's nosebleed."

As he said this, he kicked Crabbe a few more times.

Chapter 93 Celebrating Victory

"Long live Potter!"

The little wizards in the stands stood up and cheered.

Just now, Harry, who was outside the battlefield, rushed to the ground, stopped one foot above the ground, grabbed the Golden Snitch tightly in his hand, and raised his arms in victory.

Five minutes into the game, he caught the Snitch and ended the game.

"It goes down in history, I've never heard of a faster Quidditch match!" Seamus shouted. "There should be a monument to Harry!"

"We win! Harry wins! We win!" Hermione screamed, jumping up and down in her chair with excitement.

She was not keen on Quidditch, but she watched this match with great concentration. In addition to the infectious atmosphere, Gryffindor also won the House Cup for the first time in seven years.

The girl turned around and hugged Loren tightly. She let go after a while. Her little face was red, and it was unclear whether she was shy or excited.

"By the way, did you have an argument with Malfoy just now?" Hermione asked.

"Fight? We beat up Crabbe!" Ron was very proud.

Neville just smirked.

"Let's go, we're going to throw Harry into the scoring circle!" Seamus and Dean happily pulled them towards the court.

In the middle of the court, Dumbledore said a few words of encouragement to Harry, then gave his seat to the young wizards who were coming up.

He leaned against the stands, watching the little wizards celebrating with a smile, "To be honest, seeing them always makes me feel a lot younger. What do you think, Severus?" He turned his gaze to Professor Snape next to him.

"I just think it's noisy." Snape said angrily.

Slytherin's house cup cannot be changed hands, and he will severely deduct Gryffindor's points in the next class.

And Quirrell, give him a warning.

There were too many people, and young wizards from several grades of Gryffindor were all gathering around Harry.

Seeing that the situation was not right, Loren protected Hermione and left the crowd.

Ron and Seamus grabbed Neville's coat and pushed him forward, pushing their way through the crowd to get to Harry's side.

Looking at the crowd from afar, Hermione raised the corners of her mouth with a smile, looking cute and lovely.

"Don't you really like Quidditch?" Loren asked.

"House Cup! Professor McGonagall must be very happy that we won the game and won the House Cup!"

The court turned into a sea of ​​joy, and Harry was thrown higher and higher.

Although the Hufflepuff wizards felt a little bit sad about losing the game, they were also happy that this match that ended in just five minutes would definitely go down in school history.

after an hour.

Harry left the dressing room alone, ready to return his Nimbus 2000 to the broom shed.

Walking on the wet grass, the water vapor mixed with the smell of earth became sweet, and the gloomy clouds appeared as graceful shapes in his eyes.

He had finally accomplished something to be proud of, and no one would ever say that he was just a famous name.

Thinking about the celebration just now, the Gryffindors threw him into the air, and from a distance they saw Ron and the others jumping up and down to greet him...

Harry saw a hooded and cloaked man in the distance. It was Snape. He obviously didn't want to be seen, and he was heading quickly towards the Forbidden Forest.

Sneaking into the forbidden forest while others were having dinner?

I remembered what Hagrid had said before, that someone else had entered the Forbidden Forest and awakened the hibernating eight-eyed giant spider.

"That's Snape, he's going to do something bad!"

Harry jumped back onto his broom and took off, trailing noiselessly behind Snape.

Entering the forbidden forest, flying over the treetops, he heard someone talking behind a towering beech tree.

Landing on the branch, Harry carefully climbed forward, broomstick in hand, looking down through the leaves.

"...No, I don't know why you would, would, would choose to meet here, Severus..."

It was Professor Quirrell's voice, and he was stuttering even more than usual.

"I think I should give you some warnings," Snape said in a cold voice, "You'd better behave yourself. Also, about the Philosopher's Stone..."

It was hard to hear what was going on, so Harry held his breath and moved closer. Quirrell was mumbling something when Snape interrupted him again.

"Times have changed. You'd better know who you serve. You don't want to be my enemy, Quirrell." Snape said, taking a step closer to Quirrell.

"I, I don't know, I know you—"

"You know exactly what I mean."

Snape threw his cloak over his head and strode away.

After leaving the Forbidden Forest, flying slowly on the broom, carefully recalling every word he had just heard, Harry came to the conclusion that Snape must be forcing Quirrell to help him seize the Philosopher's Stone.

Passing by the stands of the Quidditch field, Harry glanced down inadvertently.

There is a person lying down there, there is a person lying down there! ?

He quickly grabbed the broom handle and landed on the stands.

"It's Malfoy's follower." Harry was a little confused. Judging from his face, he was knocked down here by a binding spell.

Although he hated Slytherin and Malfoy, Harry still removed Crabbe's binding curse.

"This is too much!" Crabbe roared angrily and ran towards the castle.

"You don't even say thank you. How rude," Harry muttered.

Putting the flying broom back into the broom shed, he wanted to discuss the matter of the Philosopher's Stone with Ron and Hermione.

Gryffindor common room.

Harry felt that the layout of the lounge was a little strange. The candles and torches were all placed upstairs, and the light downstairs was a little dim. In the middle was a two or three meter high paper box.

The twins and the senior students were gathered together, discussing something.

"Harry, where have you been?" Hermione was the first to notice Harry coming back, and this greeting attracted the attention of people around them.

"We won! You won! We won!"

Ron slapped Harry on the back and shouted, "We beat up Malfoy's henchmen! Everyone is waiting for you, we are having a celebration, George and Fred brought a seven-tier cake from the kitchen!"

"Ahem." Harry grabbed Ron and slapped his hand.

Well, it turns out that you were the ones who beat Crabbe. I can feel that Ron must have hit him pretty hard today. With just a few hits just now, his internal organs were almost beaten out.

"Don't worry about that for now—"

Harry was about to talk about what happened in the Forbidden Forest when the twins rushed out from behind and lifted him up, his voice rising with fright.

"Our Gold Seeker is back!"

“Guess who’s going to be thrown into the cake?”

Harry blanched at what George and Fred said, "No, no! No!"

"Throw it in!"

"Throw it in!"

Seamus and Ron led the cheering, the atmosphere of celebration was so high that no one could stop them. They opened the big paper box, which contained a big cake piled with cream.

boom!