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

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

At least from Hermione's perspective, this was a protective spell designed to remove the effects of some negative spell.

Professor Snape was indeed a good professor, she was right!

Hermione rubbed the wand in her hand repeatedly, suppressing her joy.

But her evidence was not enough.

Thinking of Rigg asking himself to come to Snape to ask questions.

Hermione confirmed with her peripheral vision that Harry had landed very low.

"Excuse me, Professor Snape..." Hermione mustered up the courage to pat Snape on the shoulder.

This was challenging even for Hermione.

The young Slytherin wizards around them took a collective breath. You looked at me and I looked at you, 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 taking the picture of Snape, made up her mind and asked Snape a question casually.

He obeyed Professor Snape's cynicism and left.

This time, the journey out went surprisingly smoothly.

No little wizard laughed at her or stretched out his legs to trip her up.

Hermione hurried back to the Gryffindor stand.

To be honest, Gryffindor is better.

Hermione felt much better once she came back.

Neville, who was shouting to encourage Harry, and Patil, who were exchanging scarves with each other, were so lively and warm.

It's completely different from Slytherin.

Also, Hermione couldn't believe her eyes!

Rigg pulled Ron and said, "Come on Harry."

Ron looked confused but still danced and shouted Harry, come on.

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

"Come on Harry————"

As Rigg shouted, a perfect right hook accurately hit the back of Quirrell's head.

Give me a face-breaking punch, you thief!

Quirrell didn't leave at all. As soon as he took Neville's paper, he realized that the game was almost over.

They could only stand in the stands below Rigg and the others, holding on to the big scarf and pretending to be attracted by the game, while silently reciting the magic spell.

As Harry's broom swayed, Professor McGonagall's eyes were as sharp as a hawk's, scanning the stands repeatedly.

Quirrell didn't dare to move even more.

Otherwise, he would be the only one going against the flow of people, which would be too obvious.

Suddenly, he received a heavy blow to the back of his head. Quirrell screamed in pain and squatted down.

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

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

The Gryffindor Center stands were in an uproar. A group of first-year wizards surrounded Quirrell and looked at him with concern.

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

Rigg looked extremely well-behaved as he apologized.

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

Dean, who had been punched three times by Neville, turned back and glared at Neville.

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

The scene was very chaotic for a while, and Quirrell didn't want to get entangled with them anymore.

It was over when Professor McGonagall came to care about the back of his head.

Quirrell wiped the tears from his eyes.

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

Harry finally took control of Nimbus 2000 and looked for the Golden Snitch.

As he flew, Harry complained in his mind about why this broom was so disobedient.

It was worse than the old broom he used in flying lessons, which was old and worn out, with branches sticking out all over the place.

At least it won't shake all the time.

found it!

Harry dove toward the ground so fast that he was seen covering his mouth with his hands as if he was about to vomit.

Indeed, Harry actually vomited.

He got down on all fours and tried to open his mouth.

Something golden fell into his palm.

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

"He didn't catch the snitch, he almost swallowed it."

Twenty minutes later, Slytherin's captain Flint was still roaring angrily, but to no avail.

Harry didn't break any rules, and commentator Lee Jordan was still shouting the result with joy.

Gryffindor won by one hundred and seventy points to sixty points.

Harry heard none of this, though.

As soon as the game was over, he, Rigg, Ron, and Hermione went to Hagrid's hut.

Hagrid's tea leaves are grown and roasted by himself, and they are very fragrant.

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

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

"As soon as Rigg saw Harry's broomstick starting to shake, he asked me to find Snape. Instead, he was protecting Harry."

At first, Hermione couldn't even find Harry. After returning, Hagrid handed her a telescope so she could enjoy Quidditch.

Just a few minutes later, the game was over.

"You see, Snape is a good man."

Ron looked like he wanted to vomit when he heard Rigg's words.

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

Harry heard the story about Rigg punching Professor Quirrell, and laughed out loud when he heard this.

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

"Quirrell was chanting a spell on Harry's broomstick, muttering in his mouth, and keeping his eyes fixed on Harry's broomstick." Rigg added.

"Nonsense," said Hagrid.

He knew nothing about what was happening around him in the stands, "Why would Professor Quirrell do such a thing?"

Quirrell's cowering look, Hagrid thought disapprovingly, didn't look like he wanted to hurt Harry, who was under the protection of Principal Dumbledore.

I don't have that ability either.

The foursome exchanged glances, wondering what to tell him.

Harry decided to tell them what they had discussed earlier.

"I was suspicious of Professor Snape," he said to Hagrid. "On Halloween, he tried to get past the big dog with three heads. It bit him. We thought he was trying to steal what the big dog was guarding. "

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

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

"Lu Wei with three heads?"

"Yes, it's mine." Thinking of the furry little cutie, Hagrid's eyes became gentle.

"I bought it from a Greek guy I met in the hotel last year. I lent it to Dumbledore to keep..."

"What?" Harry asked eagerly.

"Okay, don't ask anymore," Hagrid said rudely, "That's Secret No. 1, do you understand?"

"But someone wanted to steal it. Maybe Snape was trying to protect that thing. For example..." Rigg racked his brains, "For example, he was injured after chasing Quirrell who wanted to steal something."

"Nonsense," Hagrid said again, "Professor Quirrell is a teacher at Hogwarts, he would not do such a thing."

Hagrid thought for a moment and shook his head.

"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 wouldn't have to borrow Fluffy the three-headed dog from him.

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

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

"If I saw a murder with malicious intent, I would recognize it."

Hermione felt very sorry that she only recognized Snape but not Quirrell.

"I've read everything about them in the books! You have to keep your eyes on the target object to cast a curse, and Quirrell must have been looking at Harry's broom in an unusual way."

Rigg nodded.

Harry and Ron gasped.

"I tell you, you are wrong!" Hagrid didn't want to talk about it anymore. At least he had to ask Principal Dumbledore about it.

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

"But there is no way a professor in school would want to kill a student!"

Is it a plan that he doesn't know about? Hagrid was worried about Harry's safety.

"Now, all three of you, listen to me and stop pursuing this. It's very dangerous. Forget about that big dog and what it's guarding. This is between Professor Dumbledore and Nico Flamel …”

"Aha!" said Harry. "So there's a man named Nico Flamel involved, right?"

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

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It’s a new week again, please read and vote for me! ! ! It’s time to compete in the recommended position pk again, I’m nervous. In fact, my data is pretty good for a new author, but the light novel section is too voluminous.