i invent at hogwarts

Chapter 38 Eat me with a face-breaking fist!

Although it was not possible to identify what spell Snape was using repeatedly.

But Hermione still heard the "anti" prefix and the supplementary word with the meaning of "smooth".

At least in Hermione's cognition, this is a protective spell to remove the effect of some negative spell.

Professor Snape is indeed a good professor, she was right!
Hermione repeatedly rubbed the wand in her hand, suppressing the joy to her face.

But her evidence was not enough.

Remembering that Rigg had asked him to come to Snape to ask questions.

Hermione checked out of the corner of her eye that Harry had landed very low.

"Excuse me, Professor Snape..." Hermione summoned up her courage and patted Snape on the shoulder.

It was challenging even for Hermione.

The young Slytherin wizards around collectively gasped, looking at each other, and kept exchanging glances.

Snape gave Hermione an impatient look.

Sure enough, when Snape looked at Hermione, Harry's broom began to swing violently again.

Hermione, who had been paying attention to Harry's broom after snapping Snape, was sure, and asked Snape a question casually.

He obediently followed Professor Snape's sarcasm and left.

This time, the way to leave was unexpectedly smooth.

No little wizard laughed at her or stretched out her leg to try to trip her.

Hermione hurried back to the Gryffindor stands.

Seriously, Gryffindor is better.

Hermione felt much better once she was back.

Neville, who yelled to cheer Harry up, and Patil, who exchanged scarves, they were so lively and warm.

It's completely different from the Slytherin side.

Also, Hermione couldn't believe her eyes!

Rigg tugged at Ron: "Come on Harry."

Ron looked puzzled but still danced and shouted Harry to come on.

Rigg also raised his hand and clenched it into a fist.

"Come on, Harry—"

As Rigg yelled, a perfect right hook hit Quirrell on the back of the head with precision.

Give me a face-breaking fist, thief grandson!
Quirrell didn't leave at all. As soon as he took Neville's paper, he found that the game was about to end.

I could only stand in the stands next to Lige and the others, pulling on a big scarf and pretending to be attracted by the game, and silently chanted a spell.

With the swing of Harry's broom, Professor McGonagall's eyes were as sharp as a hawk's, scanning the stands repeatedly.

Quirrell didn't dare to move anymore.

Otherwise, it's too obvious that he is the only one who goes against the flow of people.

Suddenly, he was hit hard on the back of the head, and Quirrell screamed in pain and squatted down.

His scream overlapped with another scream, but it was full of anger.

Because the adult is still relatively weak, the place that is possessed will be more fragile and sensitive.

There was an uproar in the stands of the Gryffindor Center, and a group of young first-year wizards surrounded Quirrell and looked at him with concern.

Rigg also kept apologizing, "I'm sorry, I was just thinking about cheering Harry, and I didn't look ahead."

The apologetic Rigg looked extremely well-behaved.

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Neville also came out and said, "Yes, yes, sometimes it happens, and it's really not intentional."

Dean, who had received three punches from Neville's bangbangbang, turned his head and glared at Neville.

He rushed forward to hit Neville, but was quickly stopped by the little wizards around him.

The scene was very chaotic for a while, and Quirrell didn't want to entangle with them any more.

It would be over until Professor McGonagall came to care for the back of his head.

Quirrell wiped tears from his eyes.

In fact, he felt a little wet in the turban, but he didn't dare to check.

Harry finally controlled the Nimbus 2000 and looked around for the Snitch.

While flying, Harry complained in his heart why the broom was so disobedient.

It's not as good as the old battered broom that he used in flying lessons, with some branches poking out in all directions.

At least not shaking all the time.

found it!
Harry dived so fast towards the ground that he was seen covering his mouth with his hand as if about to vomit.

Indeed, Harry really threw up too.

He lay on all fours on the ground, trying to open his mouth.

A golden object fell into his palm.

"I caught the Snitch!" he yelled, swinging the ball high over his head, and the game ended in chaos.

"He missed the snitch, he almost swallowed it."

Twenty minutes later, Slytherin captain Flint was still yelling indignantly, but to no avail.

Harry hadn't broken any rules, and commentator Lee Jordan was still yelling the results of the game with glee.

Gryffindor won by 170 points to sixty.

Harry didn't hear that, though.

As soon as the match was over, he went to Hagrid's cabin with Rigg, Ron, and Hermione.

Hagrid's tea was roasted by himself, and it was very fragrant.

Hagrid was making them a pot of strong tea to warm them up.

"It wasn't Snape," Hermione was explaining.

"Rig sent me to Snape as soon as he saw Harry's broomstick shaking, and he was protecting Harry instead."

At first, Hermione couldn't even find Harry anywhere, but Hagrid handed her a telescope after returning to enjoy the fun of Quidditch.

It's just that after watching for a few minutes, the game is over.

"You see, Snape is a good man."

When Ron heard Rigg's words, he looked like he wanted to throw up.

"I didn't go to Snape's because I thought Professor Quirrell was suspicious."

Harry heard the story about Rigg giving Professor Quirrell a punch, and laughed out loud at this sentence.

Hermione didn't quite agree, "Even if it's suspicious, how can you hit the professor?"

"Quirrell was cursing Harry's broomstick, muttering, and keeping his eyes on Harry's broomstick," added Rigg.

"Nonsense," said Hagrid.

He didn't know anything about what happened next to him in the stands, "Why did Professor Quirrell do such a thing?"

The way Quirrell cowered, Hagrid thought disapprovingly, he didn't look like he wanted to hurt Harry, who was under the protection of Headmaster Dumbledore.

Nor has that ability.

The group of four exchanged glances, not knowing what to tell him.

Harry decided to tell everything they had discussed.

"I was suspicious of Professor Snape," he said to Hagrid. "On Hallows' Eve, he tried to get past the big three-headed dog. It bit him. We think he was trying to steal something the big dog was guarding. "

"But now, Quirrell is fighting against Snape who wants to protect Harry, so Professor Quirrell is obviously more suspicious." Rigg concluded.

Hagrid put the teapot down heavily. "How do you know Lu Wei with three heads?" he asked.

"Lu Wei with three heads?"

"Yeah, it's mine." Thinking of the little furry, Hagrid's eyes softened.

"Bought it from a Grecian I met in the tavern last year. I lent it to Dumbledore to keep it..."

"What?" Harry asked eagerly.

"Okay, don't ask any more," said Hagrid gruffly. "That's the No. [-] secret, understand?"

"But someone wanted to steal it. Maybe Snape was trying to protect that thing, for example..." Rigg racked his brains, "For example, he got hurt because he chased Quirrell who wanted to steal something."

"Nonsense," said Hagrid again, "Professor Quirrell is a teacher at Hogwarts, and he wouldn't do something like that."

Hagrid thought for a moment, then shook his head again.

"But Professor Quirrell is a new teacher, so I can't tell."

As soon as the Philosopher's Stone arrived at Hogwarts, Quirrell arrived.

Even Hagrid was a little suspicious of Quirrell now.

If there were no thieves in Hogwarts, Principal Dumbledore would not have to borrow the three-headed dog Lu Wei from him.

"Why did Quirrell want to kill Harry?" Hermione asked loudly.

A professor who wants to harm others does not deserve her respect.

"If I see a murder with malicious intent, I can recognize it."

Hermione felt very sorry, she only confirmed Snape but didn't pay attention to Quirrell.

"I've read all about them in the books! You have to keep your eyes on the target object to cast a jinx, and Quirrell must be looking at Harry's broom abnormally."

Rigg nodded.

Harry and Ron gasped.

"I'm telling you, you're wrong!" Hagrid didn't want to talk about it anymore, at least he had to ask Headmaster Dumbledore about this matter.

"I don't know why Harry's broom behaves like that."

"But there's no way a professor in a school wants to kill a student!"

Was it a plan he didn't know about?Hagrid was a little concerned for Harry's safety.

"Now, all three of you, don't pursue it any further. It's dangerous. Forget about the big dog and what it's guarding, it's between Professor Dumbledore and Nico Flamel ..."

"Aha!" said Harry. "So there's a guy named Nicole Lemay involved, isn't it?"

"Nico Flamel?!" Rigg also smiled in surprise.

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