Harry Potter and Master of Magic

In November, the weather became very cold.

The mountains around the school were gray, and some were even covered with snow and ice.

The Black Lake was also frozen, and the surface of the lake was as cold and hard as hardened steel.

Every morning, the ground is covered with silver frost.

The Quidditch match is about to start, and most people are looking forward to the game.

In addition to anticipation, the freshmen are more envious.

There is no one who does not yearn for the sky, and there are many people who overcome their fears.

Zhang Hao was sitting at the gate of the castle that day, thinking about the role of spells in magic, Harry and Hermione found him. And, of course, the reluctant Ron.

"Hao! I've discovered a big secret!" Harry whispered. "Snape wants to get past the three-headed dog guard, he wants to get under that board door."

Although Zhang Hao didn't remember the original plot clearly, he knew that Harry and Snape didn't like each other, and he knew that there was absolutely no problem with Snape.

So he asked disapprovingly, "Harry, if you're just guessing, don't tell me."

"No! I have proof!" Harry said firmly: "I borrowed a book from the library and Snape took it away. I went to ask him the other day and saw a bloody streak on his leg. Wounds. Also, he said something that I don't think you can guess..."

"What did he say?" Zhang Hao was a little curious, it seemed that Snape did say something weird.

"I remember, that's what he said..." Harry imitated Snape's tone and said stiffly, "Damn it, how could you be staring at three heads at the same time?"

Zhang Hao nodded, this sentence is indeed very suspicious.

However, this is not without reason to explain!

"I don't think Professor Snape wants to do bad things based on just this sentence." Zhang Hao tried to reverse Snape's image in Harry's heart, he smiled: "I think it is very likely that he discovered the real intention. A thief, he might be the first to stop someone. It's not impossible, is it? Harry?"

"Look! Harry, I knew for a long time that he would definitely not think that Snape was doing bad things." Hermione said helplessly: "I persuaded you before I came! I know Snape is not good, but He would never steal something that Dumbledore had kept in strict custody."

Harry was silent, still thinking that something was wrong with Snape.

"To be honest, Hermione, you always think that all teachers are saints." Ron said bluntly: "I agree with Harry, people like Snape can do everything. Now the problem. The point is, what is he looking for? What is that big dog guarding?"

This was like a conclusion, as if Snape was the bad guy.

Zhang Hao felt that something was wrong with the atmosphere. The red-haired idiot seemed to be targeting him and Hermione.

Oh! And poor Professor Snape!

The discussion eventually broke down, and Harry and Ron left together.

Hermione stayed. She felt a little lost and seemed to need someone to talk to.

"Hao! Can we be friends forever?" Hermione said worriedly: "Recently, my classmates in Gryffindor have looked at me differently, and they thought I had betrayed. I... I was at the Halloween dinner party, Speaking up for you in the Gryffindor common room, they thought I betrayed Gryffindor."

"Speaking for a Slytherin in front of so many Gryffindors? What about your sanity, Hermione?" Zhang Hao was stunned for a moment.

He thought suspiciously: "This little girl, won't you like me?"

Innocent little girls don't think too much, but some adults sometimes feel very incomprehensible... The more they know, the easier it is to imagine what's wrong!

"I don't know why I blurted it out at the time, it was an unpleasant feeling.

"Hermione grabbed the messy hair and said in anguish: "I just think that you are so good, you should be a role model for everyone. But my fellow Gryffindors didn't understand me. "

"Hermione, you can't expect everyone to be as motivated as you are. After all, it's easier for most people to play!" Zhang Hao put aside those strange thoughts and comforted softly: "You just need to be yourself. It's good, there's no need to be concerned about other people's opinions."

Two young figures were sitting on the big stone at the entrance of the castle, and the morning sun fell on them, making them feel warm.

The content of the chat gradually became boring, and Zhang Hao began to tell jokes routinely.

Hermione smiled again as the humorous jokes blurted out.

The troubles of young people come and go quickly, and the previous unhappiness has long been swept away.

When the two separated, Hermione's footsteps had regained their lightness, like a little sparrow flying to the branches at any time.

Zhang Hao looked at the petite back and couldn't help but exclaim: "It's great to be young! I'm old after all..."

A few crows flew in the air, and they croaked a few times, as if mocking someone.

The next day, the Quidditch pitch was full of people.

It was the first game of the new school year, and the students had left the tantalizing smell of fat sausages behind to focus on the Quidditch pitch.

"I'm going to play Quidditch next year, I swear!" Malfoy vowed. "I bet I'll be the best Seeker."

Zhang Hao guessed that Harry would also join Quidditch next year, and he had already thought of the scene where Malfoy was tortured on the ground.

Unconsciously, he laughed out loud.

"Hey! What are you laughing at, bastard?" Malfoy said angrily. "Do you think you're a better Seeker than me? Shall we compare?"

As the time together became longer and longer, Zhang Hao and Malfoy's relationship became more and more like college roommates.

It was a relationship that was closer than a stranger and stranger than a friend.

They sometimes care about each other, and more often they mock each other.

In fact, there is not much malice in this, I am afraid that there will be more conflicts of spirit.

There is no doubt that Malfoy was often at a disadvantage.

"I said Draco, can you not be so serious?" Zhang Hao said amusingly: "I never said I wanted to participate in Quidditch, it's just a child's game."

"Shut up!" Malfoy said angrily. "How can you say that about Quidditch? I think it's the most meaningful sport in the wizarding world. You don't know Quidditch at all!"

"Really?" Zhang Hao said disapprovingly: "A group of people worked hard for a long time, but the Seeker caught the Golden Snitch and ended the game. With all due respect, this is too heroic. A team sport, but one person can Do you think it's fair to others to offset everyone's efforts?"