With this plan in mind, the Weasley brothers became vindictive, dangling around the Slytherin table every day, and threatening that the Gryffindors had a new tactic that would easily knock out their old rivals, Slytherin.

At the same time, the news was quietly released, Ivan, who is known as the hero of Gryffindor, recently made a gamble, if Gryffindor wins, ten to one, and if Slytherin wins, he will make as much money as he invests.

When the little wizards of Slytherin learned about it, they jumped to their feet in anger, didn't this mean that they Slytherin lost?

As the most wealthy house in Hogwarts, it is naturally not bad for money, and Ivan soon received several gold Galleons, but more of them were Yinsike and Bronze Nat.

After all, this gamble is just for fun, and the participants are all little wizards, so the general bet is just a few copper nats or a silver sico...

Even so, Ivan has received a lot of bets in the past few days, plus the occasional bet from students from other academies, their principal is completely insufficient to pay.

If you lose, you're doomed...

In view of this, Joel and Fred also became nervous, and suddenly felt that they had to do something to save the unfavorable situation.

For example... Give Harry a boost!

Harry, who was in vain, was training again and again every week... And more!

Fortunately, this miserable day did not last long, and the Quidditch match had already begun.

"Harry, come on, catch the Golden Snitch!" Backstage in the arena, George stared at Harry solemnly, and said with a sense of tragedy, as if this Quidditch match was about the survival of the world.

"yes, or we'll have to eat dirt in the future." Fred nodded in agreement.

Fred's words left Harry confused, in fact, more than one person had said this in front of him in the past few days.

At first, Harry felt a heavy sense of responsibility, thinking that it was the seniors' encouragement to him, but Harry soon discovered that Slytherin... Ravenclaw.. Even the Hufflepuff cadets said something inexplicable to him from time to time.

This made Harry very depressed, but he couldn't find anything wrong.

Captain Wood reminded him as he looked at a somewhat absent-minded Harry after giving an encouraging speech.

"Don't distract Harry, the game is about to begin."

"Well.." Harry eased his nerves and nodded.

At this time, the door of the arena was opened, and the Gryffindor team members galloped out on broomsticks, and Harry followed behind.

Passing through the slightly dark backstage, a wide circular arena appeared before Harry's eyes, the normally empty seats were already full, and the Gryffindor seats were cheered after they appeared.

Ron and Neville were holding a huge banner made from a torn sheet, which had been enchanted by Hermione, flashing "Potter will win" in midair.

Harry was a little moved, but strangely he didn't see Ivan there, and after looking around, Harry managed to find Ivan in the stands near Slytherin, and he happened to be sitting next to Professor Quirrell.

Harry was wondering why Ivan was sitting here, when he saw Ivan smiling at him and pointing his wand at the sky with his right hand.

After a while, a fireworks-like beam of light shot into the sky and exploded at a height of dozens of meters, and faint points of light converged into "Gryffindor must win, come on Harry Potter!" ".

Harry suddenly felt warm in his heart, and he didn't think about the question just now, and concentrated on the upcoming game.

Ivan's side, after cheering Harry on his magic again, Ivan began today's mission... Keep an eye on Quirrell.

In fact, if it weren't for the fact that winning or losing this Quidditch match was directly related to whether he would get rich overnight or go bankrupt instantly, Ivan wouldn't have had anything to do with Quirrell this semester.

After all, during this time period, except for the mysterious Dumbledore, Ivan could be said to be the only one who knew that the back of Quirrell's head was inhabited by Voldemort.

In the first grade, he had to indirectly contact the existence of this final boss, and Ivan was still very weak-hearted.

Fortunately, Ivan didn't really need to do anything, he just sat next to him and paid attention to Quirrell occasionally, and Ivan didn't believe that Quirrell dared to recite a spell while he was staring at.

"What are you looking at me like that?" Ivan's stares from time to time made Quirrell, who was already curled up in the corner, uncomfortable, as if his secrets had been revealed.

Ivan also realized that staring at Quirrell so bluntly at every turn was easy to be suspicious, so he pretended to be curious and chatted with Quirrell awkwardly.

"Professor Quirrell, I've heard that you once encountered a vampire in the jungle of Romania, is that true?"

"Ahh yes, there's such a thing as I managed to get rid of it," Quirrell replied resignedly.

"Really? Then teach you how to defeat the reincarnation zombies in Africa..."

"I also heard that Professor you were scared and fainted during the Halloween party, when you reported the news of the trolls..."

"And..."

The first time he chatted with the Dark Lord indirectly, Ivan's heart was still very nervous, and he didn't even know what to talk about, would it seem too deliberate to talk about some learning things in this cheerful atmosphere,

Ivan had to pick something lighter first... For example, some interesting things that happened recently.

"Enough!" Quirrell couldn't help but interrupt loudly, originally with Quirrell's good temper, he wouldn't get angry easily, but Ivan didn't know how to chat at all, and every time he asked about the black history he always wanted to forget...

Especially the Halloween thing, as long as he thinks about Quirrell, he pretended to be stunned at the Halloween venue to clear the suspicion of releasing trolls, which is the embodiment of his high-end acting skills, and is highly praised by the Dark Lord...

But who would have thought that such a big troll would be easily killed by Ivan, a first-year imp, and Professor McGonagall, who fell into the well, used him as a background board to set off the strength of the troll, spreading the news that he fainted at the Halloween venue throughout the school.

As a result, Quirrell became the laughing stock of the whole school overnight, and every time he was in class, he could hear a lot of talk about his status as a Defense Against the Dark Arts professor who was traded with Dumbledore PY.

The most important thing is that he doesn't dare to explain yet, no matter how hard and tired he is, he can only silently hold it in his heart...