"Hey, the tiger doesn't threaten you, I'm a cute cat."

The North pinched Snape's leg hard

yes

A scream

"Oops, I'm sorry to push too hard, bear with me and I'll probe you again"

Snape's tears fell, why did he mock the North, it was unlucky, so that the North could see his lap, and the other party threatened to know how to heal, and took Filch on the spot to make a demonstration.

There is no way, in order to be treated as soon as possible, I can only toss in the north.

The northern ones have learned the return of the information, and the hands are superimposed on Snape's mountain passes, and with the output of spiritual pressure from the north, the toxins of the three-headed dog on Snape's legs quickly dissipate, and the wounds are visibly healed.

Snape stared at the north's hand, feeling the energy fluctuations within, trying to figure out the mystery.

The treatment ended quickly under the high-intensity spiritual pressure in the north, and the northern part withdrew the spiritual pressure, pinched his waist proudly and laughed to the sky, "Ha, I haven't used the healing skill for more than a hundred years, it's okay."

Snape's face was crooked, and he was using himself as a test subject, but he didn't seem to get to the point.

"Thank you" Snape was only two short words, but it was also from the heart, if it was by potion and magic bandages, it would take a few days to get rid of the three-headed dog's toxin.

Legendary magical biotoxins, relying on drugs is not so easy.

"Little meaning, the next time you are bitten, just continue to look for me, as long as you don't die on the spot, I can cure you if you lack arms, legs, internal organs, or something."

The North patted his chest and promised, and then walked happily with the four dogs, went to Hagrid to ask for a piece of Luwei, and went to Cui to urge Flitwick to make a magic dragon for himself.

Did you get the book?" When Harry returned to Ron and Hermione, Ron asked, "What's going on?"

Harry lowered his voice and told them everything he had just seen.

"Do you know what that means?" Finally, he said with bated breath. "On Halloween's Eve, he wanted to pass by the big dog with three heads! When we saw him, he was going there—he was looking for the thing that the big dog was guarding! I'll bet with my broomstick that he let the troll in to distract people!"

Hermione's eyes were round.

"No—he won't," she said, "I know he's not good, but he's not going to steal something that Dumbledore keeps in his collection." ”

"Honestly, Hermione, you always think that all teachers are saints." Ron said unceremoniously, "I agree with Harry. I think Snape can do everything. But what was he looking for? What's that big dog watching?" When Harry went to bed, the question was still buzzing in his head. Neville snored loudly, but Harry couldn't sleep. He wanted to get rid of the distractions—he needed to sleep, he had to sleep, and in a few hours he would be playing his first Quidditch match—but the look on Snape's face when he saw Snape's leg was hard to forget.

The next morning, the weather was clear and cold. The enticing smell of grilled sausages fills the room, and everyone is looking forward to a good Quidditch match and chatting happily.

"You have to have a few bites of breakfast."

"I don't want to eat anything."

"Let's have some toast." Hermione coaxed.

"I'm not hungry."

Harry felt terrible. In another hour, he'll be on his way to the ring. "Harry, you need to maintain Wang Sheng's stamina." Seamus Finigan said, "Seekers are always the ones the opponent is guarding against. "Thank you, Seamus." Harry said, watching Seamus spread a thick layer of ketchup on his sausages.

By eleven o'clock, it seemed that all the teachers and students had arrived in the stands around the Quidditch pitch. Many students also brought binoculars. The seats were literally lifted into the air, but it was still difficult to see the game at times.

Ron and Hermione made it to the top row, joining Neville, Seamus and West Ham fans Dean. To surprise Harry, they drew a huge banner out of a sheet stained with small rats, which read "Potter wins". Dean, who is good at drawing, also painted a large Gryffindor lion below. Then, Hermione also cast a clever spell to make the paint on the banner shimmer with different colors.

Meanwhile, in the locker room, Harry and the rest of the team are changing into their bright red Quidditch jerseys (the Slytherin team wears green).

Wood cleared his throat to silence everyone.

"All right, boys." He said.

"And the girls." Chaser Angelina Johnson said.

"And the girls." Wood agreed, "It's time. ”

"This is an important moment." Fred Weasley said. "The moment we've all been waiting for." George said.

"We remember Oliver's speech very well," Fred said to Harry, "and we were in the team last year. ”

"Shut up, you two." "It's the best Gryffindor team in years; We're going to win. I know. ”

He glared at everyone fiercely, as if to say, "It's not enough for you." ”

"Alright, it's time. Good luck to all. ”

"This is an important moment." Fred Weasley said. "The moment we've all been waiting for." George said.

"We remember Oliver's speech very well," Fred said to Harry, "and we were in the team last year. ”

"Shut up, you two." "It's the best Gryffindor team in years; We're going to win. I know. ”

He glared at everyone fiercely, as if to say, "It's not enough for you." ”

"Alright, it's time. Good luck to all. ”

Harry followed Fred and George out of the dressing room and out onto the jubilant pitch, hoping his knees wouldn't go limp.

Mrs. Hodge is the referee. She stood in the middle of the court, her broomstick in her hand, waiting for the players on both sides.

"Listen, I want everyone to be fair and honest in the competition." As soon as the team gathered around her, she said. Harry noticed that her words seemed to be addressed specifically to Marcus Flint, the captain of the Slylin team and a sixth-year student. Harry thought Marcus looked like he had some troll blood. Out of the corner of his eye, Harry saw the banner flying high, with the words "Potter Wins" shining above the crowd. His heart jumped for joy. He felt courageous.

"Please get on your broomsticks."

Harry stepped on his light wheel 2000.

Madame Hodge blew her silver whistle vigorously.

The north found the highest point, squatted in mid-air, holding melon seeds, edamame and carrots while eating, and at the feet of the north was Voldemort's combined Rocky.

To be continued