After that day

The story of the Northern trolls began to circulate at Hogwarts, and the story that began to circulate was a version of the Northern braggadocio and eventually became a myth.

What northern transformation Valkyrie kills with one punch

The northern incarnate dragon tore the troll apart

The North becomes...

Anyway, it's getting more and more divine

The five on-site personnel, who were the parties involved, had been silent and did not express any opinion on the matter, while the north looked at the various versions with a smile and did not make any personal remarks on the holders, and sat back and waited for the matter to disperse.

In Hogwarts, the legend has been fermenting for a while and then dispersed, but the North was still interviewed by Dumbledore's Old Bee, and this time the location did not go to the Headmaster's Office but to the North's nest.

Let the house-elf send some sweets, and the north spells black tea, waiting for Dumbledore's old bee to speak first.

Dumbledore throws the toffee "The North" into his mouth

"Huh?"

"I think it's still delicious with a pile of cockroaches"

"No, I see that thing will destroy the castle if it can't help it."

The old bee pushed the corner of his eye and asked the north in disbelief, "Oh, really?" “

took a sip of tea, "Of course, old bee, to be honest, you're younger than me, you pit Voldemort's stupid son with a snack, can you throw this thing at the gate without accidents?"

The old bee nodded seriously, "Yes, I still underestimate his determination, in order to do things, this kind of shoddy way is done"

"It's normal for some people to do anything to survive, you haven't seen anything more murderous, did you ask Snape to tell you something about me"

"Sifrans can be trusted, he just wants you to go back to his academy lounge a few more times"

"Don't, the dark tide and wet look, I really don't like it, besides, what if I go and smoke those little guys?"

"Yes, then let Severance figure it out for himself, you really don't have a sweet tooth"

"Don't, I have a lot of sweets, I'm more like to drink tea, drink wine and eat meat or something, of course, I don't mind if I have a Lori"

Okay

Dumbledore wandered around the North for a while, and then returned home, and he couldn't agree with the North on an important question, whether or not cockroach piles could be provided here in the North and in the afternoon.

The north decisively refused, claiming that he couldn't bring it himself, and if he dared to bring it in, the north would release the four dogs to demolish his office.

As we enter November, the weather becomes very cold. The mountains surrounding the school were gray and covered with snow and ice, and the lake was as cold and hard as hardened steel. Every morning, there is frost on the ground.

The north can occasionally see the tall Hagrid sweeping the snow outside, and the north actually feels that the simple Hagrid is quite pitiful in this life, but the solution is okay, not bad, and he has found his love and strengthened his faith.

Quidditch season has begun

As a wandering around the major colleges, occasionally flirting with the little Lori's in the north, the north is the most leisurely, and Harry, who is relatively a pig's foot, is as busy as a grandson.

He's been training hard for weeks to cope with a match, and on Saturday he will be playing his first game in his life, Gryffindor vs. Slytherin. If Gryffindor wins, they will move up to second place in the House Cup.

Harry had hardly ever been seen playing Quidditch, as Wood had decided to keep Harry's participation a secret and to keep him a secret weapon for their team. However, the news that Harry was going to be the Seeker leaked out.

Luckily, Harry now had a friend like Hermione. He wouldn't have known how to do so much homework without Hermione, as Wood forced them to train Quidditch every minute. Hermione also lent him a copy of Quidditch Tracing the Origins, which he found very interesting to read.

Harry learned that there were seven hundred fouls in Quidditch, and that they all came in a World Cup match in 1473; Seekers are usually the smallest and fastest players, and the worst Quidditch accidents seem to have happened to them; Although few people die during Quidditch matches, referees are said to often disappear without a trace and only appear in the Sahara Desert months later.

Hermione hadn't been so much concerned about breaking the school rules since Harry and Ron, Sazuri and Yao Shunyu had rescued her from the giant trolls that day, which made her so much cuter.

Of course, Hermione's most admired person has gradually changed from Dumbledore to the north, and every day as long as Hermione has time, she will go to the north, and the north does not follow the class schedule anyway.

In order to get close to Little Lori, the North is also willing to give her the permission to open his nest, of course, only Hermione herself.

A Lori is reading a book by her side seriously, talking to herself in a glutinous voice, as an old Lori control who is more than 100 years old, she is in a beautiful mood.

The day before Harry's first Quidditch tournament, the six of them took advantage of recess to go outside in the cold courtyard. She had magically conjured a bright blue flame for them that could be carried around in a jam jar. They stood there with their backs to the flames for warmth.

At this moment, Snape passed through the courtyard. Harry noticed at a glance that Snape was limping as he walked. Harry, Ron, and Hermione moved closer together, trying to keep the flames out of sight; They knew it would certainly not be allowed.

Unfortunately, the look of weakness on their faces caught Snape's eye. He limped over. He didn't see the flames, but he seemed to be looking for a reason to reprimand them anyway.

"What's in your hand, Potter?"

It's Quidditch Origins. Harry showed him.

"Library books are not allowed out of the school," Snape said, "give them to me." Gryffindor was deducted five points. ”

"He made up a makeshift rule." Harry watched Snape limp away and muttered angrily. "I wonder what happened to his leg?" I don't know, but I hope he chokes on it. Ron gloated.

Harry was upset. He wanted to get Quidditch back so that he could relax his nerves and not think about tomorrow's game. Why should he be afraid of Snape? So, he stood up and told Ron and Hermione that he was going to ask Snape if he could give him the book back.

Hermione proposed to let the North go, but Harry mustered up the courage to do it himself.

He went downstairs to the faculty lounge and knocked on the door. No one answered. He knocked again, but there was no movement.

Maybe Snape left the book inside? It's worth a try. He pushed the door open a crack and looked inside—a terrible sight in front of him.

Harry was the only one in the room who saw Snape and Filch. Snape pulled his robes above his knees.

"Damn it," Snape said, "how can one man stare at three heads at the same time?"

"That's you, stupid, a low-level monster three-headed dog is like this"

In the face of the taunts of the North, Snape "If you have the ability, you can try it"

To be continued