The years of welding at Hogwarts

But when they thought about the difficulties faced by their own team, they realized that Slytherin, who was currently leading the Quidditch Cup, had scored twice against their team, scoring an outrageous 990 points each time...

Professor McGonagall suddenly decided not to pour cold water on the children of her own college at this time.

Dumbledore also gave her a way out at the right time, "It's great to be young, you can enjoy happiness without any restrictions. It's such a wonderful time, don't let the deduction of points affect the happiness of these children."

Hard work, isn't it, Minerva?"

"You're right, Albus."

The older cat girl finally agreed with Dumbledore's opinion for once, instead of slamming the door angrily and saying to Dumbledore before leaving - "You will regret this!"

Looking at the excited little lions, Professor Flitwick and Professor Sprout just watched the students making noise happily without any intention of stopping them.

After all, it's not just the Quidditch Cup points, Slytherin's house scores also created a huge gap with the second place.

No matter how much Snape favors his own daughter and frantically gives extra points to Ravenclaw in the first-year class, the extra points he can add are not as much as the extra points Noah, a crazy score-boosting person, gives in all other classes.

This also led to the fact that Slytherin was now vaguely on the verge of becoming the public enemy of the other three houses.

The sea of ​​joy at the Gryffindor table soon spread to the other two tables. Unlike the other three houses, the atmosphere at Serpentine House was shrouded in a gloomy cloud.

There are only two exceptions.

"S...well, I mean, Noah."

Looking at the "Noah" in front of him, whose eyes were flashing with 90% malice, 30% excitement and 70% expectation, Draco followed Noah's gaze with some curiosity and looked towards the Gryffindor dining table.

He saw his savior classmate in the crowd, cheering and celebrating with his roommates, holding up a goblet of pumpkin juice.

Draco really wanted to ask, what was Noah planning to do to the Savior classmate?

But when Draco thought that the Noah in front of him was actually his godfather, Professor Snape in disguise, he swallowed his words silently.

I don't know why his godfather is so against Harry.

He had asked his father Lucius Malfoy before, but his old father just told him hesitantly that it involved the grudges of the previous generation and did not reveal any more.

When it comes to complicated issues of love, hate and vengeance, Draco wisely chose to keep his mouth shut.

Under Snape's gaze, Harry raised the goblet in his hand, pretended the pumpkin juice in the glass was wine, clinked glasses with his good friend Ron, and drank it all in one gulp.

OK! That's it!

Snape almost slammed the table.

After drinking the spiked pumpkin juice, Harry felt like he was drinking fake alcohol. His body began to stagger uncontrollably, and finally he fell headfirst to the ground.

This funny behavior made the little lions around laugh.

George Weasley pulled Harry who was lying on the ground. He didn't expect that this boy, who looked thin and weak, was actually quite heavy.

"Look at this Harry, he's such a loser, he's already drunk after just a few drinks."

Fred slapped his twin brother's thigh hard, rubbing it up and down with an obscene look, "So you are very brave?"

George pulled him down from the chair. "Yong, why don't you help pull Harry up?"

Chapter 207 Harry's Social Death

Harry, who was barely helped back to his chair, had a dazed look in his eyes and remained in a dazed state.

No matter how big their hearts were, the little lions realized that something was not right with Harry. Ron stretched out his hand and waved it in front of his good friend with some worry.

"Harry, are you okay?"

"I'm fine, Ron." Harry looked ahead blankly, his eyes not focusing at all.

There was no way Ron could believe what Harry said. Harry was in a state that anyone with a discerning eye could see was wrong.

The muscles on both sides of his cheeks were in a completely relaxed state, and the tone of his voice was flat and emotionless, as if someone had cast the Imperius Curse.

Wait, the Imperius Curse?

Recalling what Noah had said in class some time ago, that one of them would be drugged at a random time and place, Ron immediately guessed a possibility.

He asked Harry a question tentatively, "Harry, what do you want to do most right now?"

"Join the Gryffindor Quidditch team and shine on the Quidditch field like George and Fred."

This answer was quite normal. In order to prevent his best friend from being socially disfigured by the consequences of telling everything to him, Ron planned to tell other students about Harry being drugged.

But he didn't expect that before he could finish his words, he heard Seamus Finnigan, the explosion maniac who lived in the same dormitory with them, asked another question.

"And after that?"

"I'm going to lift the Quidditch Cup for Gryffindor, then stand before Cho Chang, the Seeker from Ravenclaw, and confess my feelings to her."

"Ohhh!" Harry's words immediately caused a burst of howling around the Gryffindor table.

Ever since George and Fred set off a firework in the auditorium, the whole auditorium has been in a very noisy environment, and the professors were happy not to stop it.

So, what Harry said was only heard by the group of little lions next to him.

Students from the other three colleges all cast strange looks in the direction of the booing.

George took out his wand and used

Transfiguration transformed a plate on the dining table into a megaphone and placed it next to his mouth, "What do you want to say to the girl named Qiu Zhang?"

Before Harry could answer, he thrust the megaphone in front of Harry again.

Harry's voice was still that flat tone without any emotion, "I like you!"

This time it wasn't just Gryffindor that was making a fuss. After a second of silence, the ceiling of the castle hall was almost blown off by the students' booing.

"Promise him!" I don't know which student shouted this sentence first.

Under the leadership of this leader, the noisy voices in the entire auditorium gradually converged into a uniform "promise him".

As the person involved, Zhang Qiu's face turned completely red like a ripe apple when Harry said that.

When all the students in the school started to make a noise, she shyly buried her head in the broad arms of her best friend Marietta Ecomon and acted like an ostrich.

At the Ravenclaw dining table, Fawkes, who usually just buried his head in his food, raised his curious little head and looked dazedly at the students around him who were screaming and howling.

She tugged at Hermione's sleeve beside her. "Beaver, Beaver, what are they doing?"

Although it was not the first time she heard this name, the corners of Hermione's mouth twitched uncontrollably, "My name is Hermione Granger, not Beaver!"

Fawkes stretched out his greasy chicken claws and rubbed them on Hermione's head. "But with your shaggy hair and those two big front teeth, you really do look like a beaver, don't you?"

Miss Beaver, who had experienced this situation not for the first time, sighed helplessly at the extremely honest Fox. She took away Fox's chicken claws with ease, and then used a wandless spell to clean her hair as if it were new.

"They are embarrassing Harry and Zhang Qiu."

Harry? Embarrassed?

Fox's phoenix eyes brightened instantly.

As we all know, before Credence left Grindelwald, Fawkes had always been on Grindelwald's side, which led to...

Fawkes: Harry Potter? Are you Dumbledore's favorite student?

Transforming into a phoenix in a ball of burning flames, Fox flapped her wings and rushed to the ceiling of the auditorium. As a large amount of air was inhaled into her lungs, her chest swelled like a balloon.

Finally, this force turned into a deafening roar—

"Promise him!"

The voice of the Phoenix has the power to give others courage and inspiration. Even though Fox has become a human with the help of Animagus, this talent in his blood will not disappear.

Under the dual effects of the buff brought by Fawkes's banshee howl and the truth serum mixed in the pumpkin juice, Harry suddenly became brave at this moment.

No one asked him any questions, so he just started talking directly:

"Qiu Zhang! I like you!"

"I have fantasized about your face in countless lonely nights, fantasizing about..."

The students who were originally making a fuss all stopped at the same time, with expressions of extreme shock, and listened silently to Harry's alternative confession.

Even the professors had a dazed look on their faces.

Remus Lupin, a close friend of Harry's father, covered his face in shame.

Damn it, how come James, who is such a good pick-up artist, gave birth to something like you?

"I have fantasized countless times that I could muster up the courage to walk up to you and say those words to you."

"But now I want to do something else. Let's skip the meaningless and tedious steps of getting to know each other and go straight to the final liquid exchange..."

After being enlightened by the suitcase of books under Draco's bed, Fox, who is now a mature veteran, also had an extremely shocked expression at this moment.

Standing on a candle suspended from the ceiling, Fox, in phoenix form, had an extremely human expression of shock on his bird face.

She slapped her face with her wings, as if to confirm whether she had accidentally fallen into some terrible illusion, "Shocked my mother for a whole year! Shocked my mother for a whole year!"

Amid the silence of all the students, Zhang Qiu, the person involved, stood up silently and walked to the Gryffindor table.

She looked down at Harry in front of her, and then...

He reached out and slapped Harry.

Snapped!

The crisp slap not only broke the silence in the hall that was as quiet as a morgue, but also successfully slapped Harry out of the effect of the truth serum.

The savior classmate, whose brain had regained clarity, looked confused.

Why were all the students in the auditorium, including the professor, staring at me, and why was there a burning pain on the right side of my face?

What just happened?

……

Meanwhile, on the banks of the Thames, Tower Bridge in London.

Two figures wrapped in black robes stood quietly on a tall tower made of granite and steel.

Looking at the traffic coming and going below, Voldemort stretched out his long forked tongue and washed his face.

“You smelled

Oh, this stench..."

Voldemort did not hide the tyranny flashing in his eyes. "Wizards are born with more powerful powers than them, so we should rule the world. Muggles have been the masters of this world for too long..."

"Magic has allowed me to see a lot," Peter Parker pushed up his black-framed glasses that were sliding down his face, "not just knowledge, but truth."

Voldemort's laughter sounded gloomy and hoarse. "The mystery of magic is far more than this. In addition to knowledge and truth, what else have you seen?"

"My next target." As the words fell, Peter's body suddenly fell forward.

The whistling wind caused by the rapid fall blew up the black robe covering Peter, revealing a long and thick green lizard tail under the black robe.

With the sound of a heavy object falling into the water, the figures of Peter and Voldemort disappeared into the night.

Chapter 208 Ron, dress up as a woman!

Harry Potter became completely famous at Hogwarts.

When every student mentioned him, they no longer called him "the boy who survived a disaster" or "the savior of the British wizarding world", but -

"That pervert who's only in the first grade but has a head full of pornographic ideas", "The love genius who communicates with liquids", and so on.

Looking at Harry, who was curled up in bed like a loser, Ron, who was standing beside Harry's bed, stared at his best friend in silence for ten minutes, and finally couldn't help but raised his hand.

"Harry, you can't go a whole day without eating like this."

A dull voice came from under the quilt, "Ron, I'm really not hungry."

Even through the thick bedding, a loud "gu" like a frog's croak could be clearly heard.

Looking at Harry, whose whole body was limp from hunger except for his mouth which was harder than vibranium, Ron sighed helplessly.

"You can skip meals, but you definitely don't want to skip Professor McGonagall's Transfiguration class, or she'll storm into the dorms in a rage and tear you to pieces."

"Being torn to pieces is better than this."

Feeling that his future and prospects were bleak, the savior student turned over irritably, "Don't bother me anymore! Ron! I just want to be alone now."

Ron scratched the back of his head helplessly, looked at the unyielding Harry, then glanced at the wall clock. Unable to persuade this stubborn Harry, he had no choice but to leave the dormitory.

"Harry still won't come out?"

At the dormitory door, the twin brothers looked at Ron with a guilty conscience. After all, they were the ones who started the commotion the night before, which eventually led to such tragic consequences.

"Forget getting up. He even refuses to eat. He hasn't had a drop of water since the night before last."