"There's treasure in that chamber, just under our feet waiting to be unearthed!?" Harry's eyes widened, and he remembered the voice he heard on Halloween again, "Then Filch's cat was petrified by the people who spied on the treasure?

"I'm talking about factual basis before Slytherin left Hogwarts, and the rest of the story is probably all about the. www.biquge.info Hermione gave Harry an angry look, "And now the cat hasn't been cured, which means that the teachers, including Dumbledore, can't cure it...... It's likely that the guy who attacked it wasn't human. ”

Harry remembered the creepy, breathless, cold, vicious voice he had heard, and was it really a human voice?

And the voice was moving and moving upwards when he heard it, and the stone ceiling couldn't stop it.

"Maybe it's really not human......" muttered the little savior.

The history of magic class was over, and the students let go of their voices and talked loudly, and some of them hurried out of the classroom to spread the story to their friends from other houses.

There were a lot of people pestering Roger to know the details, and then, you know, a story that was faithful to the original was just baked.

"Cut~ If you don't want to say it, forget it, and make up nonsense, the treasure of Slytherin must be found by me first! You guys eat the fart behind my ass!" A retarded person rudely interrupted the boy after hearing the second story, and gestured to the middle finger.

Roger raised his eyebrows amusedly, then said with a tense face, "Then I wish you the treasure first, Robert." ”

"My name is Zabini!!"

The boy shrugged his shoulders indifferently, and this kind of deceitful little friend has no value in remembering the name.

Rumors often spread at an unimaginably fast speed, especially gossip with "lace news", which people often love to listen to.

Within two days, the two versions that were circulating in Roger's mouth were mixed together and known to the whole school.

A lie will be believed after it has been repeated a thousand times, not to mention such half-truths.

The crowd is full of gold and the bones are destroyed, which is actually appropriate at this time.

Not only did there be more people wandering around the basement floor, which no one loved to visit, but Hagrid was also complaining to Dumbledore that there were a lot of big holes on the lawn for no reason.

The first attack didn't scare the students at all, but it made it easier for Roger's story to spread, and there were more spell mistakes in Hogwarts in class, and it was just that the cat of the administrator, who everyone in the school hated, was petrified... It's not a big deal.

Except, of course, for Filch.

His own cat was petrified and he was in a frustrated mood, and Filch moved a chair at the scene of the attack, always keeping a wary eye on the students who passed by, as if the murderer would send him to the door himself.

"Seriously, with his decay, even if the murderer is sent to the door, he is still cannon fodder. Roger commented on Saturday morning as the trio passed by the empty chair.

Filch wasn't there because it was Quidditch day and Harry's first appearance, a full year after the original.

So at breakfast, the little savior was so nervous that he couldn't eat anything.

"Have some toast," Hermione admonished, "I don't know much about Quidditch, but you always need to be strong to exercise." ”

"I'm not hungry," Harry's nervousness when he came on was already a little sick to his stomach.

"I think it's better to go to the toilet before the game starts to prevent urine leakage after you get on the pitch. "Roger is really being very sincere in his advice.

Harry didn't even want to vomit anymore.

As it approached eleven o'clock, the whole school began to head to the Quidditch pitch, and Harry went to the dressing room alone.

The weather was not very good, it was gloomy, and there was a faint sound of thunder.

The two teams walked to the field and were greeted by cheers from the audience, followed by Mrs. Hodge's whistle and all the players took to the air.

Roger didn't think much of the sport was attractive, not to mention the uneven quality of the broomsticks of the team, and the violence of the opposition team was at best free throws.

At the International Quidditch Tournament, there was a situation where the opposing team knocked off the broomstick at the beginning, and then the Quidditch rule added that half of the players were missing the principle of stopping the game.

However, finding the main commander and carrying out decapitation can also greatly increase the odds of winning, not to mention the loss of personnel caused by two Bludgers.

The principle of fairness is greatly lacking, there is nothing to be seen in sports competitions, and violence is far less pleasant than a fist fight.

The banal things in between, Roger can't even afford to take a serious look at them.

Kindness... Except for this one.

The last time Roger heard the commotion in the dormitory, he had been waiting for Dobby to show up again, or he wouldn't have been so obsessed with trying to get Harry to join the Quidditch team.

Being chased by a ball, alas, this sentence was enough for Roger to laugh at Harry for a whole year.

The anomaly soon followed, and the Weasley twins, who were the team's batsmen, had begun to hold bats to Harry's left and right, constantly knocking one of the Bludgers away at him.

Captain Wood quickly called a timeout, and the two teams came together to discuss it, and the game started again.

It was already raining, and it was getting heavier and heavier, and the raindrops the size of beans fell one after another, which made the audience's sense of viewing almost extreme......

The visibility was so low that only red and green figures could be seen flying around in the sky.

Still, Roger could recognize Harry, the one who was writhing all over the field was definitely him, and he must have been chased by Dobby's Bludger.

Unfortunately, Roger didn't get to enjoy the little savior's aerial ballet for too long, and saw him fall to the ground with his broom down, and faint.

Because of the heavy rain, Hermione hadn't recognized who had fallen.

Roger jumped straight out of the stands, and the people around him saw him more exciting than Quidditch, and all Gryffindors screamed.

The boy in the stands dozens of meters high fell straight like this, and gravity easily punctured his leg bones.

But Roger swayed twice, got up and ran, and caught the runaway Bludger under his armpit before it could hit Harry's head.

At this time, the professors also rushed down, and they were originally heading towards Roger......

The ungodly boys didn't even have the slightest sign of jumping off the building, but they were terrified.

However, when they got to the ground, the professors found that it was not Roger who needed to be cared for, and Harry, lying on the ground, had one arm bent at a strange angle, and fresh bone stubble had come out of the fracture.