Hermione and Shelley returned to their seats, and the game wasn't over yet.

"Did you see, there seems to be something wrong with Harry's broomstick just now." Ron said, "Fortunately, it got better later, and Hagrid and I were worried about it. ”

Hermione and Shelley had hurried back - they were still out of breath after their thrilling experience of saving Harry.

Hermione's face flushed, and Hagrid said, "You're still too young, at least... It has to be a little bigger to ......"

"No, we're going to ......," Shelley explained.

"I'll admit that wizards may have a better physique than Muggles......"

"Someone just put a curse on Harry!" Shelley stressed to Hagrid.

"It could be Snape, or Professor Quirrell." Hermione sat down next to Shelley and added, the flush on her face hadn't subsided.

The atmosphere was a little awkward.

"Impossible." Hagrid was clearly unconvinced, "It's all Hogwarts teachers and students here, how could anyone put a curse on Harry?" ”

At this point, the game entered the white-hot stage.

The Seekers of Harry Potter and Slytherin both spotted the Golden Snitch and kept picking up speed in an attempt to overtake each other.

The Golden Snitch rushed to the ground, and the two men followed closely behind.

Just as he was about to collide, the Slytherin Seeker became timid, slowed down slowly, and then changed direction.

Harry still didn't slow down, he jerked up his broomstick in a dangerous situation, and flew close to the ground, rolling to the ground.

Everyone held their breath and exhaled.

"He looks like he's going to throw up." Hagrid watched through his binoculars.

"I got it!" Harry shouted.

He swung the ball high above his head, and in the chaos, the game was over.

Shelley, Hermione, Harry, and Ron return to Hagrid's cabin together.

"How does it feel to kiss the Golden Snitch?" Shelley asked with a smirk.

"I almost swallowed it." Harry didn't want to reminisce at all.

"I found out something about Snape," Harry said. "On Halloween, he wanted to pass the big dog with three heads. It bit him. We think he's trying to steal something guarded by the big dog. Hagrid put the teapot down heavily.

"How do you know about the three-headed Lowe?" He asked.

"Three-headed Louwie?"

"yes—it's mine—bought from a Greek I met at the hotel last year - I lent it to Dumbledore to guard it—"

"What?" Harry asked eagerly.

"I shouldn't have said that, enough is enough, don't ask any more," Hagrid said crudely, "that's Secret One." ”

"But Snape might steal that." Harry was obsessed with Snape.

"It could also be Quirrell." Shelley shrugged.

"No way, they're all Hogwarts teachers."

"But someone is trying to kill Harry!" Hermione's impression of Harry and Ron had improved a lot because of what had happened to the trolls - they hadn't abandoned their companions in times of crisis, even if they didn't come in handy.

"Or Snape is casting a curse, or Quirrell ......"

"You four have heard me." Hagrid took a deep breath: "This matter is too dangerous, you shouldn't get involved, the dog guards are only related to Dumbledore and Nicol Lemay......"

"Aha!" Harry looked excited.

The scene froze for a second, and Hagrid was furious, he was angry with himself.

"It's worthy of Hagrid, who grew up drinking truth potions." Shelley thought.