I Teach Ninjutsu At Hogwarts

"Damn thing," Snape said, "Three heads are really hard to guard against!"

Harry was about to close the door gently, but,

"Potter!"

Snape immediately covered his wound and looked at Harry, his face twisted with anger.

Harry was breathless.

"I want to come over and get my book back, I don't know...

"Get out! Get out now!"

Harry turned around and left, rushing back to the Gryffindor common room.

Breathing heavily, he sat down next to Ron.

Several people looked at Harry's appearance and were very curious, "What's wrong? Did you get the book?"

Harry shook his head, remembering the scene just now, and told them the situation truthfully.

"I probably know what's going on! On Halloween, the day the troll appeared, he wanted to get under the trap door through the three-headed giant dog.

I just didn't expect the three-headed giant dog to be so powerful and bite him!

Snape wanted the thing that was guarded!

The appearance of the troll was just to divert everyone's attention so that he could have a chance to enter there. "

Hermione's eyes widened, and she shook her head, "No! He is a professor at Hogwarts. Although he is indeed not very good, he will not steal things from the school. What's more, that thing, Dun Bullido has specially assigned people to keep a close eye on him, Snape would not do such a thing!"

Ron retorted: "Hermione, not all teachers are as good as you think! You are too naive!

I think what Harry said makes sense, we happened to see Snape walking towards the fourth floor on the road that day!"

As the instructor climbed into bed, Harry was still thinking about what Snape was looking for.

Neville snored loudly, but Harry couldn't fall asleep for a long time.

He wanted to get rid of all the distractions, he needed to sleep, he had to sleep, in a few hours he would be playing his first Quidditch match.

However, the expression on Snape's face when he saw Snape's legs just now was something he could never forget.

Harry went to bed with the question still buzzing in his head.

Neville's call echoed throughout the dormitory, but Harry still couldn't fall asleep.

He wanted to eliminate distracting thoughts and rest early, because tomorrow was the Quidditch match, and he needed to be in good condition to face his first game.

But as soon as he closed his eyes, Snape's ferocious expression appeared in his mind and could not go away for a long time.

The next day, today is the day of the Quidditch match.

The restaurant was filled with the tempting smell of breakfast, and everyone in Hogwarts was looking forward to today's game, hoping to have a wonderful Quidditch match.

Harry feels a little nervous because he will be participating in the competition soon!

Although Hermione persuaded him to eat some breakfast, he still had no appetite at all and couldn't eat it.

"Harry, you need to maintain strong physical strength." Seamus Finnigan said, "The seeker is always the person the opponent needs to guard against."

"Thank you, Seamus," said Harry, watching Seamus enjoy his delicious breakfast.

Fukurou flew into the auditorium as usual.

However, there was something huge in Fukurou's ranks that caught everyone's attention.

It was a long and thin package, and everyone stretched their heads to see what it was.

Fukurou held the package above Harry and slowly lowered it.

This surprised Harry a little. Is this his thing?

Someone gave him something? Who could it be?

Then another Fukurou flew up and dropped a letter in front of Harry.

Harry tore the letter open curiously and saw that it read:

“Don’t open the package on the table.

It contains your new broomstick Nimbus 2000,

I don't want everyone to know you got a new broom,

Lest they all want it.

Oliver Wood.

Professor M. McGonagall. "

Harry was ecstatic and handed the letter in his hand to Ron who was curious.

"Nimbus 2000!" Ron looked at the package with envy, "I have never even touched such a high-end broom!"

They immediately stood up and left the auditorium, wanting to take out their broomsticks and try them out before the game.

But just as they entered the hall, Laboon and Gower blocked their way.

Of course the most annoying Malfoy was there too. He took the package from Harry and filled it out.

"Harry Potter, don't you know first-year students can't play this? Just wait for the punishment!"

Malfoy threw the package to Harry with a jealous look on his face.

After all, he didn't even have a broomstick, but Harry actually had one, which made him feel extremely uncomfortable.

Ron didn't want to give up this opportunity to anger Malfoy, so he couldn't help but said to Malfoy:

"This is not the shabby street broom outside, but the Nimbus 2000! I heard that you have a broom at home, right? What is it Malfoy? Comet 260?"

Ron: Leigh asked, "Have you ever heard of a comet?"

"I don't think I've heard of it that much, but I've heard of Nimbus quite a lot. What is a comet?"

The sight of the two singing along made Malfoy extremely angry.

"Weasley, what do you know? You can't even afford half a broom. Are the brooms in your house even made one by one?"

Just when the two were about to quarrel, Professor Liwei appeared.

"What are you doing? I hope it's not a quarrel!" He glanced at Ron and Malfoy.

Malfoy quickly smiled evilly, "Professor, someone gave Potter a broomstick! This is against the rules!"

Professor Flitwick nodded and looked at Harry, "So that's it! Professor McGonagall told me about this and what model of broomstick it was.

Nimbus 2000! Professor!

"Oh! Very nice broom! Congratulations!"

Harry looked at Malfoy with an unwilling look on his face and said, "It's all thanks to Malfoy! Without him, I wouldn't be able to make the Quidditch team."

Malfoy's look of confusion mixed with anger, what does it have to do with him?

Ron smiled and said: "Have you forgotten? It was you who snatched Neville's memory ball away. How could Harry show off his flying talent without letting him? It was you who gave Harry the opportunity to participate in the Quidditch match. Harry should thank you."

Yes! Malfoy, thank you so much!"

Malfoy clenched his fists and gritted his teeth.

It was eleven o'clock in the blink of an eye, and all the teachers and students of Hogwarts came to the stands around the Quidditch pitch.

Many students also brought binoculars.

The seats are raised high, but sometimes it's still hard to see clearly.

Ron, Neville and Hermione joined Seamus and Dean, a West Ham football team fan, in the top row of Gryffindor.

In order to surprise Harry, they used a sheet stained by the little mouse Madara Madara to draw a huge banner that read Potter must win [Dean, who is good at drawing south, also drew a large checkered banner below. Llanffindor lion.

Then, Hermione cast a clever magic to make the paint on the banner flash with different colors.

In the locker room, the Gryffindor players were changing into their bright red Quidditch robes.

·Ask for flowers…

Wood raised his hands and cleared his throat to silence everyone.

"Okay, boys," he said.

“And the girls,” Chaser Angelina Johnson said.

"And girls." Wood nodded, "It's time." "

"This is an important moment," said Fred Weasley.

"The moment we have all been waiting for," George said.

"We know Oliver's speech by heart," Fred told Harry, "We were in the team last year.

"Shut up, you two," Wood said, "This is the best team Gryffindor has had in years; we will win today!"

"Okay, it's time for us to appear! I wish everyone good luck."

Harry followed Fred and George out of the dressing room and walked towards the cheering Quidditch pitch.

Harry cheered himself up, hoping that he wouldn't lose his chain and that his knees wouldn't give out.

In the stands, Xiao Han and Dumbledore sat together, waiting for the start of this event.

"Professor Xiao Han, are you interested in making a bet?"

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Xiao Han was watching people on both sides entering the venue, but he didn't expect Dumbledore to suddenly say such a thing.

The professors on the side were also attracted by Dumbledore's words.

Xiao Han looked at Dumbledore with a strange expression, how can this old principal be so good?

"Okay, what's the bet?"

Anyway, idle time is idle, let's see what Dumbledore wants to do.

Dumbledore looked at Harry who was stepping on the Nimbus 2000 and said softly:

"How about we just bet on which college will win this game?"

Xiao Han's expression became even weirder. Wasn't he hitting the muzzle of a gun? He was looking for death in the toilet!

Xiao Han remembers very clearly that Gryffindor won the first game because of Harry Potter.

Even though some people are making trouble, Harry still can't stand the halo of the protagonist.

But Dumbledore should also know. After all, he is the top powerhouse in the magic world and is the mastermind behind everything.

Dumbledore arranged everything clearly, even his own death.

Xiao Han didn't believe that he didn't even know that Gryffindor would win. What on earth was this old guy planning?

"Okay, Principal Dumbledore, you choose first?"

Dumbledore smiled "hahaha", "Professor Xiao Han, are you sure you want me to choose? You know, Slytherin has been winning for many years, and Gryffindor has lost to them every time."

Xiao Han doesn't believe Dumbledore's lies. Although he has traveled through time for many years, he still retains the traditional virtues of the Chinese nation.

"Respect the old and love the young, the elderly will be chosen first!"

"Hahaha, okay, old man, I will choose Gryffindor! Don't regret it if you lose then!"

A smile appeared at the corner of Xiao Han's mouth. Dumbledore, this old boy, is a little shady!

He stared into Dumbledore's eyes, trying to see what he was thinking.

What does Dumbledore want to do?

The other professors were a little surprised when they heard Dumbledore's words. Slytherin wins every year. Why should he choose Gryffindor this year and lose a bet in vain?

I wonder what the two of them would bet on?

Xiao Han was no less curious than the professors around him. He also wanted to know what Dumbledore wanted to bet on.

"Gryffindor has not won in so many years, and Principal Dumbledore still chooses them. It seems that he wants to take care of me, a young man! I wonder what Principal Dumbledore wants to bet on?".