i invent at hogwarts

Chapter 37 He runs, he escapes, he has no wings to fly

Harry choked for a moment.

Then I thought, "Filch may also be Snape's helper!"

Ron nodded repeatedly. The evil Filch and the evil Snape were a perfect match.

The standard villain duo!

Ron was spitting and analyzing how Snape hooked up with Filch, while Hermione ducked away with a look of disgust.

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

Don't argue with Harry and Ron, these two childish idiots who hate you to death.

The time for a brief moment of happy complaining passed quickly.

The Quidditch match is about to start, and players need to go there in advance to prepare.

Harry seemed to be possessed by a ghost, dragging his body and floating away.

While walking, I briefly reviewed today's tactics.

Then Harry's mouth was covered by the sudden appearance of the twins.

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

This sentence may also be some kind of magic spell.

Wood, who was running wildly, seemed to be blessed with the spirit of the entire Gryffindor Quidditch team.

Like a roaring locomotive, it rushes all the way.

Wood's eyes lit up when he finally found Harry. With Harry in his hand and George, who had been tricked by Fred, he headed straight to the court with the wind in his hand.

When he passed by, Harry and the twins were gone.

Rigg and the others were happy and Harry, who was being strangled by Wood in the distance, seemed to have lost consciousness, waved his hand and decided to go to the stand first.

Encountering Professor Quirrell who was pacing nervously on the road, Rigg smiled evilly and refused to listen to him.

Just a cheer.

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

Hagrid, who came to see Harry, laughed and put his arm around Quirrell's shoulders.

Quirrell wanted to leave but couldn't.

The strength of Hagrid, a half-blood giant, is beyond what Quirrell, a wizard whose body has been hollowed out, can resist.

Finally, Quirrell sat stiffly in the middle of the Gryffindor stand with a look of despair.

Every time he wanted to leave, the little lion who was enthusiastic and did not listen to anyone would push him back.

Good Gryffindor, respect your teachers and abide by the law!

Give the best seat to the professor!

The little Gryffindor lions chattered and introduced their Quidditch players to Quirrell, but Professor Quirrell didn't listen to a word.

His mind was filled with Harry who was about to fly into the sky and Professor McGonagall who was eyeing him.

As long as Quirrell raised his head, he could look into the eyes of Professor McGonagall who was watching with concern on the high platform opposite.

In a daze, Quirrell could hear familiar curses.

The weather turned to ice, and Chilo was so anxious that he broke out in sweat.

A large amount of sweat slid down his cheeks and dripped into his big scarf that smelled of garlic.

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

It was definitely not that he knew that Voldemort was on the back of Quirrell's head.

Moreover, Rigg took advantage of the appearance of the Slytherin and Gryffindor Quidditch teams to scan around the field.

Professors McGonagall and Snape's eyes glanced at the bustling center of Gryffindor from time to time.

Professor Flitwick didn't know when he sat at the back of the stand.

Although no one saw it, luckily Lige was developing well and had good eyesight.

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

The hands that want to help pick off the scarf are eager to try.

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

He just wants to hurt Harry. Why is it so difficult for him? Where does this annoying spirit come from?

Quirrell clutched his scarf tightly.

He didn't need to look to know that Professor McGonagall was looking here again.

He also knew about this student named Rige.

Professor McGonagall's beloved one is still being watched by Dumbledore.

Merlin's boxers.

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

Quirrell shuddered.

All the master's big plans will be ruined.

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

After snorting, Snape suppressed the faint sarcastic smile on his lips.

What rubbish.

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

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

Quirrell was already dead.

Thinking of the things on Quirrell's body, Snape's eyes became vacant.

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

Quirrell really couldn't sit still.

As the game time passes, the Golden Snitch may be caught at any time.

He stood up in a hurry, his face turned pale, and with the sweat on his face, he said he felt uncomfortable.

It couldn't be more true.

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 said pity "Oh——".

They all invited Professor Quirrell to come and watch football together next time.

Neville also thoughtfully handed Professor Quirrell a piece of paper.

Just as Quirrell took the paper with a pale face, he heard the rostrum shouting in surprise.

Lee Jordan, the commentator of this Quidditch game, shouted: "Harry is diving very fast, he must have seen the Golden Snitch!"

Quirrell raised his head quickly, how the hell could it be so fast.

It's too late.

Quirrell glanced nervously and pulled up his big scarf.

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

In the noisy competition scene, if you don't keep listening carefully, Quirrell's voice sounds not much different from the sound of mosquitoes.

Harry's Nimbus 2000 instantly began to tremble.

Snape, who had been paying attention to Harry, immediately sat up straight, glanced at Quirrell and began to whisper a curse.

As the new spell power was added, Harry's broom shook even more violently.

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

The entire Slytherin Stand took on the shape of a strange low-pressure cloud, with Snape at the center.

The closer you get to Professor Snape, the quieter you get, while the little wizards around you are all restless.

I wanted to cheer for Slytherin, but I 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 the noisy Gryffindor. There were only continuous discussions in low voices.

In fact, Ron should be the one to go to the Slytherin stands. He is at least a pure-blood wizard.

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

I am determined to double Ron’s study plan in the future.

Ron suddenly felt a chill for no apparent reason.

You can only hold yourself tight.

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

At this moment, Harry was struggling to hold down the trembling Nimbus 2000 and landed on the side near the Slytherin stand.

Snape was staring intently at Harry's broom, not daring to look away for a moment.

Hermione was immediately shocked. Did Rigg call her...

Hermione disagreed with Harry's guess at noon that Professor Snape was a villain.

But looking at Harry's current state, Hermione hesitantly began to eavesdrop on what Snape was saying.

"Huh?" Hermione raised her eyebrows.

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