"Remember, don't forget, the spell is ......"

"I know," Ron said impatiently, "stop nagging. ”

On the day of the game, Hermione was still telling Ron before the start of the game. They've been quietly practicing the Leg Lock Charm for the past few days, and Malfoy had done it to Neville the other day, and they were inspired to chant a spell on Snape whenever he showed signs of hurting Harry.

"I don't think this spell will work, and Snape won't be stupid enough to do that."

After all, it was a friend's kindness, and Xana didn't stop it. However, she didn't think that this kind of spell was of much use to Snape, and the other party would not blatantly harm the students in broad daylight, so it would definitely be much easier to secretly poison them if she really wanted to.

If Snape really had that big brain, he wouldn't be a Potions professor but a terrorist with explosives strapped to him.

"Oh my God—Dumbledore has come to see the game!"

Moments before the game began, the appearance of a silver beard in the stands made Ron and Hermione put their hearts back in their stomachs, and Snape's face was terrible.

"I've never seen Snape's face so gloomy. Look—they're leaving. Alas! ”

Ron was talking, and someone stabbed Ron in the back of the head, turning to Malfoy's gang.

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

Malfoy grinned at Crabbe and Goyle.

"I wonder how long Potter will be able to stay on his broomstick this time? Is anyone willing to bet? How are you, Weasley? ”

Ron didn't want to answer, but stared at the arena closely, and didn't have time to argue with this guy today.

On the pitch, Snape clearly favoured Hufflepuff and quickly awarded a penalty. The Hufflepuff team is very strange about this, the player who took the free throws shrunk his hands, and he is probably also frightened by Snape today, Hufflepuff actually enjoys the favoritism that only Slydrin can get in theory, is this the rhythm of the world to ruin Miè?

"Do you know how the Gryffindor team selects their players?"

A few minutes later, when Snape awarded Hufflepuff another penalty for no reason, Malfoy exclaimed, "They're picking people they feel pitiful." Like Potter, no dad and no mom, and the Weasley brothers, no money at home - you should be on the team, Neville Longbottom, because you don't have a brain. ”

Neville's face flushed, and he turned from his chair to face Malfoy.

"I'm better than twelve of you combined, Malfoy."

He stammered that this was what Hermione had comforted him the other day, and now he shouted in excitement, causing Malfoy, Crabbe, and Goyle to laugh out loud.

Ron didn't dare to take his eyes off the ring, and said, "Give him a little bit of power, Neville." ”

"Longbottom, if your mind is gold, you're poorer than Weasley, that's telling."

Ron had been tugging at Harry's heart, and his nerves were about to break.

"I warn you, Malfoy—dare you say it again—"

"Ron!" Hermione said suddenly, "Harry——!"

"What's wrong? Where is it? ”

Harry suddenly made a beautiful dive, causing the audience to exclaim and cheer.

"You're lucky, Weasley, Potter apparently saw the money on the ground!"

As soon as Malfoy finished speaking, Ron sprang into action. Before Malfoy could understand what was going on, Ron jumped on him. Knock him to the ground. Neville hesitated, then flipped over from the back of his seat to help.

"Hurry up, Harry!" Hermione screamed, jumped into her seat, and watched Harry charge straight for Snape.

Beneath her, Malfoy, Neville, and Ron roll in a ball under her seat, while Xana beats Crabbe and Goyle with a wooden knife on the other side.

The game is over! Harry captures the Snitch faster than ever before, and the scuffle in the stands is decided, with Xana chasing after Crabbe and Goyle, and beating the Slydrin students to the brim.

The Gryffindor Tower was buzzing again tonight, with the Weasley twins once again bringing in a lot of cake and butterbeer as everyone celebrated. With the end of the second match, the Champions Cup is already in sight, and one by one is elated.

Sitting in the corner eating pineapple buns while reading a book, Xana suddenly noticed that Harry was dragging Ron and Hermione over with a heavy heart, obviously it was a festive day, but his face was not very good.

"Come with me, let's find an empty room, and you can tell ......me about something important."

Harry made sure that no one was eavesdropping and that Peeves was hiding nearby, before turning back and closing the door, and then telling everyone what he had just seen and heard.

"So, we're right, it's the Philosopher's Stone, and Snape wants to force Quirrell to help him get it. He asked Quirrell if he knew how to subdue Lowe... And mentioning Quirrell's 'secret little trick'... I'm guessing that there are probably some other mechanisms guarding the stone besides Luwe, and that there's probably a lot of magic and sorcery, and maybe Quirrell has cast some anti-dark spells, and Snape needs to disarm them......"

"You mean to say that the Philosopher's Stone is only safe if Quirrell is able to resist Snape?"

Hermione asked, alarmed.

Harry nodded, and the group quickly began to discuss how to cheer Quirrell on to keep him from surrendering so quickly.

"Xana, what do you think?"

"Okay, let's do it first. At present, there are still too few clues, so we can only do this first. Quirrell may not be fine, although the last lottery was an explanation, but it could also be some kind of cover-up. Every time I meet him, I always feel the smell of rotten apples coming from under the garlic, which makes me feel very uncomfortable, you better be careful. ”

"Xana, you have too much heart, just like Professor Quirrell......"

"I'm still worried about whether he can hold up in front of Snape."

For the rest of the day, Harry gave Quirrell a smile of encouragement every time he met him on the road; Ron also began to convince people to stop laughing at Quirrell's stuttering.

Quirrell lived up to his expectations, much braver than he looked, and in the weeks that followed, he did look paler and thinner, but he did not appear to have collapsed completely. During this time, Snape strode around the school all day, and his temper was as violent as ever, and he didn't seem to have succeeded.

But that's not all, there are many things to do besides the seemingly superfluous worry about the safety of the Philosopher's Stone. Soon, a boss that is not much less dangerous than Snape's Archdemon is coming.

"This is the syllabus I just finished. Harry, it's yours. ”

Hermione handed Harry a stack of parchment, then grabbed Ron, who was about to slip away, and threw another one on his head.

"Hermione, exams are hundreds of years away."

"Ten weeks," Hermione retorted, "not hundreds of years, but for Nicol Lemay, it's just the blink of an eye. ”

"But we're not six hundred years old," Ron reminded her, "and, anyway, why do you have to review, you already know everything." ”

"Why should I review? Are you crazy? Did you know that we have to pass these exams to get to the second grade? They are very important, I should have started reviewing them a month ago, I don't know what happened to me! ”

"Ron, it's okay if you don't want to revise, but if your exam score is lower than A's, you're going to commit suicide! I would never admit to teaching a student like you. ”

Xana also came over with a wooden knife, if Ron and Harry's test scores were too poor, then it would definitely be a stain on their own lives, and it would be better to teach such a bad student, it would be better to quickly destroy Miè humanely.

"Spare me!"

"Rest assured, it's still easy with a little effort. In order that your final results will not be too ugly, I have specially learned the preparation method of the Chinese college entrance examination, and from today we will use the sea of questions tactics to train, at least the written test can not be failed. ”

"Unfortunate!"

Harry and Ron looked at the stacks of rolls, numb.

In addition to supervising these two living treasures, Xana's own schoolwork is also getting heavier and heavier, and Snape will leave a lot of extra homework for Xana after each labor service, especially a lot of potions homework must be practiced, and she struggles until late every day, and the library is a regular visitor, basically staying until the library closes every day.

"Hagrid just came?"

Today, Xana checked the information in the bookshelf again, and although Snape was mean, he opened a note for Xana to get some high-grade potions books in the forbidden book area for reference, I don't know what he thinks.

"Hagrid came here just now, and borrowed a lot of books on dragon farming?"

As soon as I found the materials I needed from the shelves, I saw Harry and a few people saying that Hagrid had actually come to the library and had borrowed a lot of books. The big man actually reads a book, which always feels very surprising.

"The Species of Dragons in Great Britain and Ireland", "From Hatching to Nirvana", "A Guide to Raising Dragons", Hagrid is planning to raise one?"

Xana flipped through the books that Harry had brought Hagrid to look for, and they were all related to dragons.

"Hagrid has always wanted a dragon, and he said that to me the first time I met him." Harry said.

"But it's against the law," Ron said, "and at the Wizards' Congress of 1709, a bill prohibiting dragon breeding was officially passed, and everyone knew about it." If we have dragons in our back garden, it's hard not to get Muggles to notice us - and it's dangerous that you can tame them. You should really look at the burns on Charlie's body, which were left to him by the Romanian dragon. ”

After discussing for a long time, they didn't know what Hagrid was going to borrow a book for, and although he was usually obsessed with dragons, he didn't show that he was reading books about dragons, and finally decided to ask Hagrid directly.

An hour later, they knocked on the door of the hunting ground guard's hut and were surprised to find that all the curtains had been drawn tightly.

Hagrid first shouted, "Who?" He let a few people into the house, and then quickly turned around and closed the door.

It was suffocatingly hot in the cabin. Despite the fact that it was such a warm sunny day, there was a roaring fire in the fireplace.

"So...... Do you have something to ask me? ”

"Yes." Harry said. There is no need to beat around the bush. "We don't know if you can tell us what other mechanism guards the Philosopher's Stone besides Lu Wei?"

Hagrid frowned at them.

"Of course I can't say." He said, "Number one, I don't know. Second, you already know too much, so even if I did, I wouldn't tell you. That stone makes a lot of sense here. It was almost stolen from Gringotts - I guess you got that all figured out, right? I don't understand how you even know about Lou Wei. ”

"Oh, Hagrid, you probably don't want to sue us, you must know. What happens here, can escape your eyes? Hermione said in a sweet, flattering tone.

Hagrid's beard shook with pleasure. The first time Xana found out that Hermione had this ability, Hagrid's ass was fluttering.

"Actually, we just want to know who designed those mechanisms." Hermione continued, "We want to know who else Dumbledore trusts to help him besides you. ”

Hearing this last sentence, Hagrid puffed up his chest, and the effect GoodJob!.

"Well, it doesn't hurt to talk to you... Let me think... He borrowed a lowe from me... Then he asked a few other teachers to cast a spell. Professor Sprout... Professor Flitwick... Professor McGonagall ...... "He counted with his hands, "Professor Quirrell... Of course, Dumbledore did magic himself. Wait a minute, I've forgotten about someone. Oh, yes, it's Professor Snape. ”

"Snape?"

"Yes! Do you still doubt him? Lo and behold, Snape had helped protect the Philosopher's Stone, and he wouldn't steal it. ”

"You're the only one who knows how to get to Guòluwe, don't you, Hagrid?" Harry asked eagerly, "You're not going to sue anyone, are you?" Even the teacher doesn't tell him, does he? ”

"No one wants to know but me and Dumbledore." Hagrid said proudly.

"That's good, that's good." Harry muttered to the others.

"Hagrid, can we open a window? I'm hot to death. ”

"No, Harry, I'm sorry." Hagrid said.

Hagrid glanced over the fireplace, drawing everyone's attention to it, and the guy couldn't hide it.

"Hagrid—what's that?"

Well, everyone saw that in the middle of the fire, under the kettle, lay a big black egg.

"Heh," said Hai Pattern, twisting his beard uneasily, "that's... Oh......"

"Where did you get that, Hagrid?" Ron said, crouching down to the fire and taking a closer look at the big egg.

"It must have cost you a lot of money!"

"Won." "Last night, I was drinking in the village and playing cards with a stranger. Honestly, the man was probably desperate to get rid of it. ”

"But what are you going to do when it hatches?" Hermione asked.

"Oh, I've been reading." Hagrid said, pulling a tome from under his pillow, "Borrowed from the library, Raising Dragons for Fun and Profit." Sure, it's a bit outdated, but it's very comprehensive. Put the eggs in the fire because their mother exhales into them. You see, it's written here, and when it hatches, feed it a barrel of brandy and chicken blood every half hour. Look here again... How to distinguish between different eggs... What I got was a Norwegian Ridgeback. It's rare. ”

Hermione tried to stop the hatching, but Hagrid disagreed, and he hummed happily as he stirred the fire.