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However, the Searcher is usually the smallest and most agile player, and almost the worst game accidents happen to them.

Although fatalities are rare, there have been referees who have disappeared after a game in the past and were found in the Sahara a few months later.

Ever since Wu Mo, Harry, and Roth rescued Hermione from the cave giants, she's been less nervous about breaking the rules.

The day before Wu Mo and Harry's match, the four of them stayed in the cold backyard until dawn.

She conjured a blue glow for them that could be carried in a jam jar.

They had their backs to the fire to keep warm, and Harry noticed that Snappy had entered the courtyard and was limping towards them.

They hurriedly leaned in and blocked the fire.

However, their expressions of weakness caught Snappy's attention.

He limped over, and though he didn't see the fire, he seemed to make an excuse to reprimand them.

"What the hell are you messing with there, what are you hiding, Potter?"

"The book 'Fast Dis Grand View'." Harry showed him the book.

"Books in the library are not allowed to be taken out of the school," said Sgangpi, "and give them to me, and deduct five points from your Greenington." ”

"That rule really came out of nowhere," Harry muttered angrily as Snappy left, "Strange, what's wrong with his leg." ”

"I don't know, but I hope he can take it this time." Ron said hatefully.

That night, Greenington's common room was bustling with activity.

Wu Mo, Harry, Ron, and Hermione sat together by the window, and Hermione was checking their spell homework.

She never let them plagiarize.

But after asking her to check, Harry and Ron always got the right answer.

Harry was annoyed, and he wanted to get the Show back.

Otherwise, he'll remember it all day tomorrow.

Why be afraid of Snappy?

He stood up and told Ron and Hermione that he wanted the book back.

"We think the same as yours." The two of them said in unison.

Harry had an idea, if there were other teachers around, Snappy wouldn't refuse.

He walked in the direction of the faculty house.

Knocked on Snappy's door, but no one answered.

He knocked again, and was there no one in the room?

Maybe Snappy left the book inside?

It was worth trying, he pushed the door open a slit and squinted his eyes inside—a horrible scene caught his eye.

Only Snappy and Fitz were inside.

Snappy pulled his robe up to his knees.

One of his legs was injured and bleeding constantly, and Fei Chi handed him a bandage.

"Damn," said Snappy, "how do you think you can stand up to that three-headed dog?" ”

Harry tried to gently close the door, but- "Potter! ”

Snappy quickly lowered his robe to hide the leg wound, his face contorted with anger.

Harry swallowed nervously.

"I just wanted to know if I could get my book back."

"Get out! Get lost! ”

Before Snappy could deduct another Greenington score, Harry quickly left and rushed back upstairs.

"Did you get the book back?" As soon as Harry returned, Ron asked, "What's the matter with you?" ”

Harry whispered everything they saw.

"Do you know what that means?" Harry breathlessly said, "He tried to get past the three-headed dog on Halloween!" When we saw him that night, he was going there. He's looking for something that the dog guards! I bet with my broom that he must have let the cave giant in first to distract him! ”

Hermione's eyes widened.

"No, he won't," she said, "I know he's not very nice, but he wouldn't want to steal something that Dan Bodo has so securely protected." ”

"Honestly, Hermione, do you think all the teachers are saints or something," Ron interrupted her, "I think like Harry, Snappy would do something out of the ordinary. But what was he looking for? What is that dog guarding? ”

Harry buzzed and went to bed with Ron's question.

Neville snored like thunder, and Harry couldn't sleep.

He told himself to stop thinking about it - he needed sleep, and in a few hours, he was going to race his first fast dis race - but Harry couldn't forget the look on Snappy's face when he saw Snappy's injured leg.

The next morning, it was early and very cold.

The school hall is filled with the smell of delicious fried sausages, and the excited chattering crowd is looking forward to a great fast diss game.

"You have to have some breakfast."

"I don't want to eat anything."

"Just take a bite of toast." Hermione coaxed him.

"I'm not hungry." Harry felt scared. In an hour, he was going to play.

"Harry, cheer up," said Seamus, "the searcher is always the one who is counted on by the other team. ”

"Thanks, Seams." Harry said, watching him pile the ketchamp on top of the sausage.

Around eleven o'clock, the entire school seemed to be gathered in the stands of the fast dis arena, many with binoculars.

The seats seem to be a little higher, but sometimes it's hard to see the arena because there are so many people.

Ron and Hermione sat together, while Seamus and Deem sat in the top row.

To Harry's surprise, they drew a large banner on a piece of torn paper that read, "Potter will win, and the dragon will win".

Dean also drew a giant Griffington Hero under his banner.

Then Hermione cast a small spell that made the drawing shimmer in different colors.

Meanwhile, in the locker room, Harry and his teammates changed into bright red jerseys (the Slindling team will wear the green ones).

Injured Wood was unable to play, but he still came with him as captain, clearing his throat and signaling everyone to be quiet.

"All right, gentlemen." He said.

"And the ladies." Catcher Angorina Johnson said.

"Yes, and the ladies." Wood agreed.

"The big one." Fred Wesley said.

"The one we've all been waiting for." George said.

"We take Oliver's words to heart," Fried said to Harry, "and we were on the same team last year. ”

"You two shut up!" "We're the best team at Greenington in years," Wood said. I'm sure we're going to win. ”

He glared at the team as if to say, "Otherwise, ......"

"It's time, good luck to everyone!"

Harry followed Fred and George out of the locker room, their feet so weak that they almost collapsed to the ground, and they walked onto the pitch to the sound of cheers.

Mrs. Husch was the referee for this competition. She stood in the center of the arena, broom in hand, waiting for the two teams.

(To be continued.) )