The Trinity of Harry Potter

Harry was very nervous. He felt like a sausage hanging from the rafters in winter.

The cold wind was blowing, and he stood in the tunnel, thinking about Snape, who was about to appear in front of him as the referee.

When he walked out in a heartbeat, he was greeted by the enthusiastic shouts of Gryffindor. He saw the very conspicuous old wizard standing on the rostrum.

Dumbledore is here.

Harry ran excitedly, knowing that he was safe, and Snape would never dare to do anything wrong in front of Dumbledore.

"Snape's face is so ugly. I really want to watch him for a while." Ron laughed and put his arms around Kano and Neville's shoulders. Kano heard Hermione let out a long sigh of relief.

"Ouch!" Ron was stabbed in the back of the head. He immediately turned around and found Malfoy and his two followers.

"I'm sorry, Weasley, I didn't see you."

Malfoy, Crabbe and Goyle sat behind a few people, and Kano looked at them with pity.

"Neville, do you know what kind of person is the most miserable person?"

Neville shook his head in confusion, and Kano pouted his lips backwards.

"You'll understand in a moment."

When Snape awarded Hufflepuff a penalty for no reason, Malfoy's voice sounded from behind.

"How long do you think Potter can stay on his broomstick today? Want a bet, Weasley?"

No one paid attention to him, Malfoy laughed as if he had won a victory, and the two followers also laughed like bellows.

A few minutes later, Snape gave Gryffindor a foul, and Malfoy spoke again.

"Do you know how Gryffindor selects players? Who chooses who? Potter has no parents, and Weasley has no money. Why didn't you join the team? Neville Longbottom, you obviously have no brains."

Neville clenched his fists and turned around. Ron stared at Harry and threatened Malfoy.

"Malfoy, do you dare to say another word..."

Kano patted Neville to tell him to calm down.

"Neville, those who cannot see the situation clearly are the most pitiful."

Kano raised his hands and shouted loudly: "Students, let us cheer for Gryffindor and throw scarves!"

The enthusiastic Gryffindor responded immediately, and a gold and red scarf was thrown into the sky.

Kano stretched out his wand and touched the chair, and Malfoy, Crabbe and Goyle's chairs suddenly grew.

The three of them were caught off guard and lifted into the air, shouting in terror, but their figures and shouts were completely obscured by the thrown scarves and the deafening cheers.

Kano briefly recited a few magic spells, and the scarf in the air was blown together by the wind, tightly wrapped around the three of them, and wrapped into a roaring lion head sculpture.

Ron and Hermione couldn't help but look up. From this angle, they could see three people wrapped like caterpillars squirming in the lion's head.

"Kano, that's great." Neville said happily, "Malfoy's mouth is really bad."

"Forget it if they come to stir up trouble, haven't they noticed that most of the people here are Gryffindor students?"

Kano shook his head. He spent a lot of magic power and sat down a little tired. Kano also deliberately left a field of vision for the three people in the sculpture, so that they could clearly see the situation on the field while being restrained.

Free brain treatment, I am such a good person.

Just as Kano was thinking about it, Harry on the field suddenly swooped down. Before Snape could favor Hufflepuff again, he saw Harry raising his arms high.

"Win! Harry caught the snitch!"

Gryffindor was in jubilation, and Professor McGonagall happily set off fireworks with her wand.

Maybe this year, she finally no longer has to watch Snape holding the Quidditch cup in front of her like a fetish every day.

Dumbledore looked at Harry with a smile, and Harry confirmed that it was a smile of relief.

Wood swooped down excitedly, rolled off the broom a short distance from the ground, rushed to Harry and lifted him up.

"We are leading the total score! No one has ever ended the game so quickly. Harry, you made history!"

Harry held up the Golden Snitch cheerfully, while the twins were riding on brooms and hovering beside him, whistling sharply.

"Let us congratulate Gryffindor! This year's Gryffindor sword champion!" Jordan jumped up on the table at the commentary table and waved his hands so enthusiastically that Professor McGonagall had no time to pay attention to him.

Kano looked at the golden and red ocean in front of him with emotion, thinking about the football career in his hometown that he didn't know when he would be able to stand up.

Do you want to make some money in the future and go back to your hometown to start a team?

But running a team is too expensive. Let's create a Baitiaoji brand to advertise with each other, and we can get some blood back.

Shaking his head to stop his random thoughts, Kano waved his wand, and the three people entangled in the lion's head fell down with a plop. Malfoy was pinned down by the two followers, and he howled heart-piercingly.

"Did I hear it wrong? Someone was shouting something?"

Hermione seemed to hear something, and Neville shook his head firmly: "Nothing, let's go find Harry!"

An hour later, Harry left the dressing room. He was going to store his Nimbus 2000 in the broom shed, and then returned to the common room to enjoy the cheers of everyone.

But he saw Snape wearing a hood at the door of the broom shed and sneaking toward the Forbidden Forest.

That gait is so iconic, it always reminds people of things like a bouncing spider.

Harry got back on the broom and followed quietly. When he stopped on the top of a beech tree, the conversation between Snape and Quirrell came from below.

"No...I don't know why you chose to meet here, Severus..."

"You know, Quirrell. Students shouldn't know about the Philosopher's Stone." Snape replied coldly. He took a few steps forward, and Quirrell was forced to lean against the big tree.

"You figured out how to get past that dog? It doesn't matter, I don't care about your little secrets."

"I don't understand…"

"You understand everything, Quirrell." Snape still looked expressionless, "It won't be long before you decide who you want to serve, and we will talk again."

After saying that, he pulled up his hood and walked in the direction of the castle. Quirrell seemed to be paralyzed by fear and did not move for a long time.

Harry flew back to the castle lightly. He pulled Ron and Hermione out of the carnival crowd, found an empty classroom, and conveyed what he heard to them.

"Our analysis is correct, that thing is indeed the Philosopher's Stone, and Snape does want it." Harry made a firm conclusion.

"If Snape had already found a way to deal with the three-headed dog, why did he threaten Quirrell?" Ron asked.

"Perhaps as an expert in defense against the dark arts, Quirrell was also involved in the protection of the Philosopher's Stone?" Hermione guessed, "Maybe Snape is trying to get these curses out of Quirrell's mouth."

"Then the Philosopher's Stone may not be saved soon."

When Ron mentioned this, the three of them sighed and shook their heads, thinking of Quirrell's timid appearance.

"By the way, where is Kano?" Harry thought of his earliest friend.

At this time, Kano was sitting in the principal's office holding a teacup, looking awkwardly at the pile of cockroaches on a plate in front of him.