i invent at hogwarts

Chapter 37 He ran, he ran, he couldn't fly

Harry choked momentarily.

After thinking about it, "Filch may also be Snape's helper!"

Ron nodded again and again, the evil Filch and the vicious Snape, these two people are a perfect match.

Standard villain duo!
Ron spit and analyzed how Snape hooked up with Filch, and Hermione avoided it with a look of disgust.

Rigg and Hermione looked at each other and slapped their foreheads together helplessly.

Not arguing with Harry and Ron, two childish ghosts who hate to die.

The short time of happy complaints passed quickly.

The Quidditch match is about to start, and the players have to prepare in advance.

Harry dragged his body and floated away as if possessed by a ghost.

While walking, I thought about reviewing today's tactics.

Then Harry was covered by the twins who suddenly appeared, one left and one right.

Tell Harry not to read aloud, and be careful to attract Captain Wood.

This sentence may also be some kind of curse.

Wood, who came running wildly, seemed to bless the spirit of the entire Gryffindor Quidditch team.

Like a roaring locomotive, it went on a rampage all the way.

Wood's eyes lit up when he finally found Harry, and George, who was tricked by Fred with one hand and Harry, went straight to the court with the wind.

When he passed, Harry and the twins were gone.

Rigg and the others were happy and waved to Harry, whose neck was strangled by Wood in the distance, as if he had lost consciousness, and decided to go to the stage first.

On the road, he met Professor Quirrell who was pacing nervously. Rigg smiled badly and waved his hands to refuse.

Just raised his arms and shouted.

The excited Gryffindor wizards surrounded Professor Quirrell and came to the Gryffindor stand.

Hagrid, who came to see Harry, laughed and hugged Quirrell's shoulders.

Quirrell wanted to leave but couldn't escape.

The power of Hagrid, a half-blood giant, is something that Quirrell, a wizard whose body has been hollowed out, can resist.

In the end, Quirrell stiffened and sat in the middle of the Gryffindor stands with a face of despair.

Every time he wants to leave, the enthusiastic and ignorant little lion will press him down again.

Respect the teacher and abide by the law, good Gryffindor!
Give up the best seat to the professor!

The Gryffindor cubs chirped to introduce their Quidditch team players to Quirrell, but Professor Quirrell couldn't hear a word.

My mind is full of Harry who is about to fly into the sky and Professor McGonagall who is eyeing him.

As long as Quirrell looked up, he could meet Professor McGonagall who was watching with concern on the opposite high platform.

In a trance, Quirrell could hear familiar curses.

In the weather where the dripping water turned into ice, Quirrell broke out in sweat in a hurry.

Beans of sweat slid down his cheeks and dripped into his large, garlic-smelling scarf.

Rigg, who was sitting next to him, was simply too worried about Professor Quirrell's physical condition.

Definitely not that he knew Voldemort was right in the back of Quirrell's head.

Moreover, Rigg took advantage of the appearance of the Slytherin and Gryffindor Quidditch teams and scanned the field.

Professor McGonagall and Professor Snape glanced at the lively center of Gryffindor from time to time.

At some point, Professor Flitwick sat at the end of the stands.

Although no one has seen it, but fortunately Rigg is well developed and has good eyesight.

Rigg stood up and asked with concern: "Professor Quirrell, are you hot? Why don't you take off your scarf?"

The hand that wants to help pick up the scarf is eager to try.

"I, I, I'm not hot, don't worry about me, you, you concentrate on watching the game." Quirrell stammered.

He just wanted to hurt Harry why it was so difficult, this annoying spirit came out of nowhere.

Quirrell clutched his scarf tightly.

You don't need to look at him to know that Professor McGonagall is looking here again.

He also knew this student named Rieger.

Professor McGonagall's favorite is still being watched by Dumbledore.

Merlin's boxer briefs.

What if his scarf was pulled off by this crazy lion in broad daylight in front of a bunch of professors.

Quirrell shivered.

All master's grand plans must be destroyed.

Snape, who was watching from a distance, scoffed at Quirrell.

After snorting, Snape suppressed the faintly mocking smile at the corner of his mouth.

What waste.

As a professor, he couldn't even deal with a little first-year wizard.

If it weren't for the old bee Dumbledore who wanted to leave Quirrell to Harry to practice.

Quirrell was already dead.

Thinking of what was on Quirrell, Snape's eyes were blank for a moment.

The necessary acting is still needed, but I don't know if his great and suspicious master believes it.

Quirrell couldn't sit still.

The game time passed by every minute and every second, and the Golden Snitch might be caught at any time.

He stood up in a hurry, with a pale face, matching the sweat on his face, saying that he was not feeling well.

It couldn't be more real.

Rigg narrowed his eyes, covered his mouth and whispered to Hermione to pretend to ask Snape about potions.

Hermione didn't know why, but immediately stood up and went to the Slytherin stand.

The little wizards around all let out a pitiful "Oh--".

Everyone talked about inviting Professor Quirrell to come and watch the game together next time.

Neville also thoughtfully handed Professor Quirrell a piece of paper.

As soon as Qi Luo took the paper with a pale face, he heard the rostrum shout in surprise.

Lee Jordan, the narrator of the Quidditch game, was yelling: "Harry is diving so fast, he must have seen the Snitch!"

Quirrell looked up quickly, how the hell could it be so fast.

That's too late.

Quirrell glanced nervously and pulled up his own large scarf.

After finding Harry who was falling rapidly, he began to mutter.

In the noisy game scene, if you don't listen all the time, Quirrell's voice sounds like a mosquito.

Harry's Nimbus 2000 began to vibrate instantly.

Snape, who had been paying attention to Harry, sat up straight in an instant, glanced at Quirrell, and began to whisper a spell.

Harry's broom shook even more with the addition of new spell powers.

Hermione, who had been treated coldly and ridiculed by Malfoy all the way, finally approached Professor Snape.

The entire Slytherin Stand presented a wonderful cloud of low pressure, and Snape was the center.

It became quieter the closer he got to Professor Snape's side, and the little wizards around were restless.

He really wanted to cheer for Slytherin, but he glanced at Professor Snape who was sitting quietly.

I can only lower my voice and share my excitement with my friends.

The atmosphere in the stands was completely different from that of the noisy Gryffindors, there were only small, continuous discussions.

In fact, going to the Slytherin stands should be done by Ron, at least he is a pure blood wizard.

But Rigg considered Ron's knowledge of spells, and Sadness sent Hermione.

Make up your mind to double Ron's study plan in the future.

Ron didn't know why and suddenly felt a chill.

I can only hold myself tight.

As soon as Hermione reached Professor Snape's side, she heard him seem to be reading something.

At this moment, Harry also struggled to press down on the trembling Nimbus 2000, and landed on the side near the Slytherin stand.

Snape was so engrossed in staring at Harry's broom that he didn't dare take his eyes off for a moment.

Hermione was startled, did Rieger ask her to come...

Hermione disagreed with Harry's midday speculation that Professor Snape was the villain.

But looking at Harry now, Hermione hesitantly began to eavesdrop on what Snape was saying.

"Huh?" Hermione raised her eyebrows.

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