days at Hogwarts

Chapter 587 Green Snake Spits Out Tongue
"Johnson! Angelina got the Quaffle! What a wonderful girl, but she won't go out with me..."

"George Weasley hit a beautiful Bludger and smashed it into Montague's troll's head!"

Lee Jordan's commentary mixed with Professor McGonagall's scolding echoed over the stadium. It was obvious that he was trying hard to cover up the singing with his jokes. The audience was divided into two camps, one side was cheering jubilantly, and the other side was booing and singing at the top of their lungs.

Harry and Malfoy wandered outside the main battle circle, looking for a bit of golden light.

Ron clenched the broom handle tightly in both hands, his eyes fixed on the Quaffle running between the players. Just when Warrington successfully stole the ball, Montague and Goyle from Slytherin suddenly attacked from the side, knocking away George and Fred who were assisting in defense. In the blink of an eye, the goalkeeper was left alone in front of the scoring circle.

Lee Jordan looked at the field intently, his voice a little nervous: "Now is the first test for Gryffindor's new goalkeeper Weasley. He is the younger brother of Beaters Fred and George, and a rising star of the team. Shot! The angle is very tricky, Ron's defensive height is too high, he has no time..."

Ron was seen hanging on his broom with one hand while turning over from his horse, and kicking the Quaffle with one foot out from the side of the goal post. In the incredible eyes of everyone, it flew straight from one end of the field to the other. The Slytherin players were so stunned that no one defended, and the Quaffle just passed through the scoring circle.

The next moment, the whistle sounded and thunderous cheers flooded the entire stadium.

"Incredible! Incredible! He did it, he did it! Weasley is really their king!"

Ron was hanging on the broom with a pale face. He turned over clumsily and sat on the broom, then looked at his hands blankly, still in shock. His posture was a little funny, but in the eyes of the audience at that moment, the most eye-catching person on the court was still handsome no matter how embarrassed he was.

The other team members came up on their brooms and bumped fists and high fives with him. George and Fred both said they were proud of it and would seriously consider admitting that they were related to him.

There was no suspense in the subsequent games. The miraculous save stunned the Slytherin players. The subsequent attacks became increasingly timid. They did not dare to attack recklessly even with the ball, for fear that their shots would become passes to the opponent's goalkeeper.

Harry and Draco discovered the Golden Snitch at about the same time, and after a five-minute fight they successfully won, but no one was paying attention to them anymore.

"Thank you again to the players for presenting us with a wonderful game. After a year and a half, the first game of the new Quidditch season at Hogwarts has come to an end. Cheers! Gryffindor!"

"Weasley is our king, not a single ball goes into the goal, and all the Gryffindors are singing..."

A large group of students poured onto the lawn like a tide. The singing became louder and louder, but it did not come from the Slytherin group, but from the red and gold Gryffindor group. Ron was carried in the air by many people, and was thrown up and down repeatedly...

The professors did not disturb the students' celebration, but walked slowly behind the crowd. Dumbledore sniffed and was quite moved: "What a wonderful game, I haven't seen it for many years. The energy of the children always reminds me of my youth... But it will be difficult for Slytherin College. We must win all the remaining games to have a chance of winning. What do you think, Severus?"

Professor Sprout and Professor Flitwick glanced at Snape calmly. Snape sternly glanced at the headmaster and said, "If I remember correctly, Minister Fudge rejected your proposal to change the Azkaban defense plan again this morning. The school board issued a letter to question the vacant Defense Against the Dark Arts teaching position. There are a lot of things waiting for you to worry about, not the students' Quidditch."

"Severus...some relaxation is very necessary." Dumbledore said slowly.

Professor McGonagall cleared her throat. "Remember to remind Miles Blige of his weekend detention."

"Humph……"

Snape quickened his pace with a sullen look on his face, giving off an aura that said "keep away from strangers".

10pm, Gryffindor common room.

The carpet was a mess, with snacks and candies, worn Gobstones, empty drink cans and candy wrappers everywhere. A crowd gathered around Ron, happily discussing his legendary kick.

"That save was even better than the one that Barry Ryan, the Irish national team goalkeeper, made against Ladislaw Zamoski, the best chaser in Poland, not long ago." Lee Jordan took a sip of mead and patted Ron on the shoulder.

"If it were in the world championship, it would definitely be selected as one of the top ten players of the year. No, it would be one of the top ten players in history!" Simo was very happy and felt that he would have something to talk about for the next few months.

"..."

Ron took great effort to squeeze out of the crowd and hide next to the small round table where Loren and Hermione were sitting.

"What a great honor, the best goalkeeper?" Loren couldn't help but smile.

Ron's eyebrows drooped, and he smiled bitterly: "Don't say it, it was just an accident. I was in a hurry to save the ball but couldn't reach it, so I slipped off the broom. You didn't see it. When I was trying to climb up, I happened to kick the Quaffle... Angelina planned to change tactics and expect me to defend all the goals. Oh my God, I really don't know what to do in the next game?"

"It would be nice if there were a few more accidents like this."

"Yeah, that's easy enough to say."

"Just practice a few more times. The worst that can happen is that you'll fall off your broom."

“That’s dozens of feet!”

"It's just a broken arm and a broken leg, but you're a legendary goalkeeper."

"..."

Hermione was listening nearby, and was also infected by the man's carefree tone. She pursed her lips and smiled softly, as if she felt that this was not a good idea. She lowered her head to hide her smile and continued to organize the framework of ideas for the astronomy paper for the man.

Loren leaned over to take a few glances, feeling a little regretful.

He would have to fill in the corresponding content according to the framework later, which was different from what he had expected by directly copying the ready-made content. It was a pity, as Hermione was not easy to fool.

……

The Potions classroom in the basement is dimly lit, but the fire under the crucible can just illuminate the workbench. When the members of the Potions Club look up while processing materials, they occasionally feel a trance, as if the layout here is designed so that they can concentrate on brewing potions.

“Why don’t you even reply to the read message recently?”

"Sorry, sorry..." Loren listened to Draco's complaints and subconsciously prepared to apologize, but suddenly realized, "No, most of the courses for Gryffindor and Slytherin overlap. If there's anything, can't we just find a corner where no one is around during the break to talk?"

"This is different, so many eyes and ears!"

"What's the difference..."

"What if someone else hears it and it gets leaked?"

"That makes sense..." Loren nodded, slowly processing the scurvy grass in his hand, crushing the purple stems and leaves to get the red juice, and dripping it into the slightly boiling crucible. "What do you think of the environment here? Everyone is concentrating on making potions. The sound of the boiling crucible covers up the voices. Tell me what secrets you have."

Draco opened his mouth and frowned, "What do you mean by a secret that cannot be told... Never mind, here's the thing, there are some people in Slytherin House who are like me, their fathers were Death Eaters, but they don't support the You-Know-Who. They should have realized the truth recently, and they are always testing me."

"Theodore Nott? Astoria Greengrass..." Loren muttered the names while slowly stirring the crucible, watching the red potion gradually turn into blue-purple. "Who else?"

"?"

Hearing the familiar names one by one, Draco's expression became a little tense. No, how come you know better than me? He shook his head and tried to keep a straight face and said, "I can't tell you. I promised them to keep it a secret."

"You think this is a secret?" "I didn't reveal anyone's name!" Draco was very firm.

"Okay..." Loren didn't ask any more questions, "So what are your plans? Will you just switch to Headmaster Dumbledore?"

Draco looked at him darkly and said, "Believe it or not, if we surrender to Dumbledore today, our parents will be tragically killed at home tomorrow."

"Let's take a gamble. Voldemort is short of manpower right now. What if he is reluctant to kill his own men?"

"..." Draco didn't continue chatting with him. With a cold expression, he said to himself, "We plan to set up a secret society. We don't support Dumbledore or the You-Know-Who. Everything is for the survival of the family."

"Secret society?" Loren thought it was interesting. "Okay, it's very pure-blooded, but why are you telling me this?"

"You are invited to join us."

"That sounds interesting..."

Loren hesitated for a few seconds, shook his head and refused: "Forget it, you are a pure-blood family and Slytherin family. It's inappropriate for you to rashly invite a Muggle wizard like me from Gryffindor."

"Oh." Draco was not surprised at all. "Also, I would like you to make a batch of secret communication equipment for us. You can name the price. Refer to the copper Knut you gave me, change the material to gold Galleons, hide the real name, and change all the names to code names..."

Loren put down the stirring spoon, glanced at the man's expression of pretending to be calm, and a hint of interest flashed in his eyes.

This guy deliberately made an inappropriate invitation for me to reject. From the very beginning, it was all for the later business. Through the previous rejection, he wanted to make me feel a little guilty and embarrassed, which would reduce the probability of me asking a high price.

Of course, it would be even better if you agree to it yourself, as the price can be even lower after joining the association.

His methods were crude, but not annoying, and he already had some of the style of the Malfoy family, which has been around for thousands of years.

"No problem. I'll give you a friendly price of 10 Galleons each."

"..."

"Hey, don't bargain."

"..."

Draco's breathing stagnated, his expression looked a little uncomfortable and a little heartbroken.

The exchange rate and purchasing power of the currency in the wizarding world have been stable for a long time. 1 gold Galleon is approximately 17 silver Sickles, 1 silver Sickle is approximately 29 copper Knuts, a cup of butterbeer is 2 Sickles, a wand is 7 Galleons, an advanced potions textbook is 9 Galleons, and 10 Galleons is neither high nor low, just slightly above the low price they negotiated.

This precise feeling made him feel a little uncomfortable.

He responded muffledly: "Deal."

……

"Well, it's in the storage room.

“It’s sealed.

"This barrel contains the excellent potions accumulated in class recently. These barrels are produced by the club. I will deal with the slightly inferior defective products for you. You're welcome.

“Here is the list of students who are interested in joining the club this year.

"The column next to it is their Potions exam scores from last year, arranged in descending order. Send them an invitation letter based on your situation. Make the club activities clear and state that they will be of great help in future employment. Also mention it more often in class, otherwise I'm really afraid that they will reject your invitation.

"That's about it for this week's mission. I'm leaving now, Professor Snape..."

Snape looked at the boy with black hair and black eyes in front of him.

When talking to myself, my eyes were always looking towards the storage room. I left the office slowly, closing the wooden door quietly. The sound of my footsteps gradually faded away until it disappeared completely.

Did he see the two hamsters in the glass jar?
Did you recognize them both?

Still wondering how these two Death Eaters given to Dumbledore ended up in his hands? Did he guess that he was testing drugs on them, torturing them?

Or not recognized at all.

Snape's eyes were deep. He stretched out his hand and waved his wand to completely seal the wooden door. He stood up and walked to the storage room.

On the operating table, two hamsters curled up quietly in a glass jar, next to the remnants of ham, with smooth fur and plump bones and meat. At least for hamsters, they were well-fed.

However, Transfiguration is different from Animagus. Their brains have been imprisoned in the hamster form for a long time, and their minds are being eroded by the beast instincts. The originally treacherous and cunning Death Eaters have become somewhat unconscious, and their actions and behaviors are approaching those of real hamsters.

Eat well and dress warmly all day, and fight while sleeping.

Occasionally he would regain consciousness, like now, baring his teeth at me, as if threatening or intimidating me.

"Your injuries have basically recovered. This is your wand, and this is a stimulating potion that can restore your full strength in a short period of time..."

Snape's voice was calm. He took out two things and placed them beside him. He pointed the tip of his wand at the hamster on the right side of the glass jar. Magic power spread out, and he watched the hamster float out of the glass jar. Waves like water flowed over its body, and it gradually returned to its original shape.

"What took so long?"

Barty Crouch Jr. frowned and stared at him. Realizing that he had no intention of answering, he picked up his wand, drank the potion, and silently felt the human body and the surging magic power: "I will report everything to the master."

Snape stared at him expressionlessly, as if he was looking at a corpse: "Barty Crouch Jr., a fugitive from Azkaban, who once killed 47 Muggles and 7 wizards, and participated in the persecution of the Longbottoms..."

Crouch's eyes narrowed, and he finally reacted and realized that Snape was not going to let him go.

He licked his lips with his tongue and quietly tightened his wand:

"Avada..."

"[Shen Feng Wu Ying]"

(End of this chapter)