"Don't play! Don't play anymore!"

When she saw Harry and Clark who had entered the lounge, Hermione threw the cards in her hand directly, got up and walked towards them, leaving only the messy Ron, looking at the [Centaur Knight] who was smashed into a point of light by the boulder, and secretly swore in her heart that she would never play cards with girls again.

"You're back, how's your training going?" She saw Harry's face and asked, "What's wrong with you?" Harry, your face is horrible. ”

Harry sighed, collapsed into the warm couch, and lowered his voice to tell them about Snape's sudden desire to be a Quidditch referee.

"Don't compete." Ron didn't bother to pack up the cards, and immediately suggested.

Hermione knew that Snape didn't mean to harm Harry, but after glancing at Clark, she followed Ron's words and said, "Or, say you're sick?" ”

"Pretend to break your leg." Ron had another bad idea, "No, really broke his leg." ”

"Ron! Can you not be stupid. Clark shouted, it was a shame to have such a cousin.

"I can't do that," Harry shook his head helplessly, "there are no substitute Seekers on the team, and if I quit on purpose, Wood will definitely turn me into a Bludger and give your two brothers a hard beating." ”

While they were debating what to do with Snape, Neville stumbled headlong into the common room.

No one could guess how he got out of the hole in the portrait, because his legs were glued together.

Harry could tell at a glance that he had been under the Leg-Locking Charm, and that he must have been bouncing all the way up the Gryffindor Tower like a rabbit.

Everyone laughed, except for Clark and Hermione.

Clarke swung his wand and cast a spell on Neville, causing Neville's legs to fall apart in an instant. He stood up, trembling.

"What's going on?" Hermione stepped forward and brought him over to sit with Harry and Ron.

"Malfoy," Neville's voice still trembled, "I ran into him outside the library, and he said he had been looking for someone to practice that spell. ”

"Go find Professor McGonagall!" Hermione urged Neville, "Sue him!" ”

"No," Neville shook his head and muttered vaguely, "I punched him too, Clark, and I resisted, into his eyes, and came down hard." ”

He looked at Clark with anticipation in his eyes.

And Clark didn't hesitate to praise, "Well done! This is how we dare to fight and resist power and oppression. Neville, you're a real Gryffindor, and the Sorting Hat didn't misscore you. ”

In fact, this is also where he criticized Hogwarts, like most Western schools, Hogwarts teachers only teach, not educate people.

Clark's voice wasn't high, but it was clear to all.

The little wizards in the lounge, who were still laughing, suddenly lost their voices, and then there was a loud applause.

"Well done, Neville!"

"Malfoy is always so domineering, I've long since seen him as unpleasant, Neville, you did a great job."

The compliments kept on, as if they weren't the ones who were laughing at Neville.

However, Clark did not criticize their behavior of seeing the wind and steering the rudder, and sometimes, the rabble is also a force that can be fought for, after all, who is the enemy and who is the friend, he knows clearly, and he has to get a lot of friends to become a god.

With everyone's encouragement, Neville's face showed a big smile, as if the few kicks he had received were no longer painful.

"Sometimes, however, resistance is not a hard time for us," Clarke's face grimaced, "When facing a strong enemy, we must also master the ways and methods of fighting, and when we are weak, it is also a good countermeasure to preserve ourselves and fight in a roundabout way." After all, your safety is more important to us. ”

Neville's lips twitched, and he nodded vigorously as he held back his tears.

"Thank you, Clark...... I want to go to sleep......"

Clarke didn't say anything more, just asked Ron to help Neville back into the dorm room, but he made a note on Malfoy's heart.

For bear children, never forgive!

Fortunately, the opportunity came quickly, and the game of Quidditch was approaching.

Harry didn't care about what Ron and Hermione had to say, but his mood was getting more and more nervous.

He was thrilled to think that he could be like his father, as a Seeker, and win a Quidditch trophy for Gryffindor House.

However, with such an eccentric referee, can they succeed?

On the day of the game, Clark sat with Hermione and Ron, and the weather was good, the sun was shining, and the atmosphere on the field was hot.

Ron was still asking Hermione about the Leg Lock Charm, which he had inspired him to cast on Neville from Malfoy's spell, intending to cast a spell on Snape as soon as he showed signs of wanting to hurt Harry.

"What's that spell?" Still a little nervous, Ron clenched the wand in his sleeve.

"You've asked it many times, it's a stiff leg, don't worry, there are so many people, Snape doesn't dare to do anything to Harry." Hermione whispered.

"Stop nagging." Ron said impatiently, "You don't care about Harry at all. ”

"I think Hermione is right, I don't believe who is sitting there." Clark reached out and gestured to the other side.

"Oh...... Oh, my God...... Dumbledore has come to see the game, too! Hermione and Ron exclaimed as they looked in the direction of his finger.

Yes, they read that right, that silver-white beard was the only one, not Dumbledore, who else could it be.

Dumbledore sat in the teacher's stand across from Clarke, and Quirrell nestled beside him, trying to make the space he occupied as small as possible so as not to attract Dumbledore's attention, which Clark found interesting.

Since Dumbledore was there to watch the game, absolutely no one would dare to hurt Harry.

Perhaps it was this reason why Snape looked so annoyed as the players from both sides lined up on the field. If Dumbledore had said he was coming, he wouldn't have applied to be the referee, and let the old guy see the joke.

Of course, in Ron's eyes, Snape was annoyed that he couldn't hurt Harry.

"I've never seen Snape's face so gloomy, his plan falling through." He said to Hermione, "Look...... They set off. Ouch! ”

Someone stabbed Ron in the back of the head from behind, it was Malfoy.

"Oh, I'm sorry, Weasley, I didn't see you there."

Malfoy spread his hands and turned his head to grin at Crabbe and Goyle.

Sure enough, the bear child or something, the most annoying!