The Existence of Harry Potter

"I think, Dean Snape, he's actually a pedophile!"

Asker's words startled Draco, he spit out half of the juice he drank, and shot Crabbe sitting across from him in the face. Crabbe, who didn't know what to do, looked at Draco blankly, not knowing why Draco did this.

"You're too restless, why are you reacting so much." Asker said reproachfully. He took out a handkerchief and threw it to Crabbe, motioning him to wipe the juice off his face.

Draco looked around in embarrassment, but found that no one noticed what happened just now. He and Crabbe and others were sitting at the end of the dining table, a little distance from the others. There were so many people who heard the movement, but they all thought it was done by Asker sitting next to Draco, and didn't care at all. After all, this kind of thing is completely normal for Ask, a freshman who always does ridiculous things.

"Poor Crabbe, poor Draco."

That's probably the only thought on the other Slytherins, who asked Asker to be their roommate and keep pestering them.

"What are you looking at, they must all think I did it." Asker was very disdainful of Draco's caution. After eating the steak in three or two bites, he said to Draco with a rogue face: " Look, I took the blame for you, are you considering giving me some compensation?"

Draco wanted a sip of juice, then smiled and sprayed Asker. However, considering that Asker couldn't spray his face with juice, and the suspect would become himself, Draco dismissed the idea.

"Maybe you can try it when no one is there." Draco comforted himself with this, and after giving Asker a vicious look, he wiped his mouth with a napkin, stood up, and left the auditorium.

Crabbe and Goyle were still eating and didn't notice, while Asker drank a glass of juice and stared at Snape for a long time, and then at Harry in Gryffindor. After a while, he also stood up and left.

"Did no one really notice that Snape looked at Harry strangely?"

Asker rubbed his chin and thought that when he was wandering around Hogwarts a few days before school, as long as he met Harry, he would definitely find Snape nearby. Snape was like a stalker, always hiding not too far from Harry, watching Harry's every move when he wasn't paying attention. This alone, Asker wouldn't care too much, but the duality shown by Snape made Asker very interested.

Whenever Snape appeared behind Harry, Asker noticed that his hands were clenched tightly and his expression was ugly, as if he saw something that made him angry, but he still had to hold back. The urge to destroy that thing. And when he walked past Harry head-on, his expression softened. Although he still had that stinky face, his eyes were obviously wrong.

Ask scratched his head, what should I say, it is really a look that is difficult to describe in words or words, the word is closer to the word gentle, but the look is not pure, there are some other emotional colors, such as A little bit of anger, pain, remorse, etc.

This is a man with a story, and this story is likely to be related to Harry. Taking into account Harry's previous experience, his parents died early, grew up in a Muggle family, etc., the only people who could have an intersection with Snape, maybe only his parents. As for this story, Asker felt that he might have guessed something, and all he needed was verification.

Deriving so much from one look, Asker's performance is a bit sensational. In fact, if something similar hadn't happened to him, he wouldn't be so sensitive. There was a man who looked at him with the same eyes as Snape and nearly destroyed him. Asker doesn't hate her, and he doesn't want similar things to happen to others. After all, he knows very well that the person who hurts others is actually more painful.

Because he was thinking all the time, Ask didn't pay attention to the road. He didn't hit the wall or fall, but he hit a professor and knocked him down.

"Professor Quirrell?"

No need to look at his face, just the purple scarf and the strong garlic smell, Asker could guess who the person was covering his face. He shrugged his shoulders innocently. Who knew Quirrell, an adult, was so weak that he could fall over if he was hit by a child.

Before Quirrell could see his face, Asker considered whether to leave here. If Quirrell waited to be held accountable, saying that he was hit and maimed, and asking Asker to compensate him, it would be no fun.

"Professor Quirrell, are you all right?"

Quirrell raised his head. The first thing he did was to check if the scarf had come off. After confirming that it was all right, he breathed a sigh of relief. Quirrell was deeply impressed by the student in front of him. After all, he spent more than an hour in the sorting ceremony.

"I... I'm fine."

Quirrell slowly got up, patted the dust on his body, and said to Ask: "Are you A... A... Ask?"

Askpi squeezed out a smile without laughing. UU reading www.uukanshu.com was tired of talking to Jaba, and the smell on Jaba's body was really unpleasant, just like a corpse. Could it be that he is a zombie? The criteria for selecting professors at Hogwarts turned out to be no criteria? The amnesiac ghost became a professor of the history of magic, and Flitwick, who was not taller than a desk, was a professor of spells. Although the other professors were better, there were also crooked melons and jujubes. This is really a magical magic school.

"Professor Quirrell, I have something to do, goodbye!"

Not wanting to stay for a second longer, Asker quickly said goodbye to Quirrell, then trotted out of here.

The expression on Quirrell's face froze. Why did he feel disgusted? He was hit so hard just now, and the vital parts are now aching, and it was him who was injured!

"Idiot! What are you doing here?"

The sudden roar and the pain that followed made Quirrell come to his senses, and left here in a hurry.

The voice disappeared for a while, and when it reappeared, it was a little more suspicious and uncertain.

"Quirro, what was that kid's name just now?"

"Great master, that boy's name is Ask Grindelwald." Quirrell replied respectfully.

"Grindelwald? What's his relationship to Gellert Grindelwald?"

"I don't know, Master." Quirrell stopped stammering at this time.

"Check! Check it out for me! I must have seen this face somewhere, **** it, why can't I remember it at all!"