"Transformers" is like a hidden ***, secretly spreading in Slytherin's dormitory.

These pure-blooded or half-blood wizards gestured to each other, looking at each other, each as if they were doing underground work. But from the weird middle two lines they would shout from time to time, Lin An still got a clue.

But in her opinion, this is a good thing.

What nobles are not nobles, and what bloodlines are not bloodlines? Please, the prince will have a kind of Xiangning, her motherland has always upheld this belief.

And in this warm and mysterious atmosphere, another Quidditch match came.

It was still very cold, the water of the black lake was constantly rippling with the wind, the trees of the forbidden forest were whirring, and the sky was dreary......

Lin An wrapped himself tightly and superimposed several warmth spells, so that he felt that he could move forward in this cold wind.

This time the Quidditch match was Gryffindor vs. Hufflepuff.

To be reasonable, it has nothing to do with Slytherin.

But as long as the opponent is Gryffindor, they are happy to see - the other party's miserable situation.

Harry was nervous, too.

In their short break, Hermione and Ron gathered various ways of praying in both magic and reality......

Obviously, the last time the broomstick went out of control, bringing them a lot of shadows.

Eventually, Harry took the Halo 2000 with him.

Draco probably had a new goal, and his obsession with Quidditch had disappeared a lot, but the fact that Potter had joined the team a year before him still lingered.

At this moment, the cold wind blew his pale cheeks, and his voice became small and unwilling in the wind:

"Next year, I'll beat him!"

"What?" The wind was too strong, Lin An didn't hear it clearly, and subconsciously leaned over.

And at this moment, I saw Draco suddenly stand up!

Like him, almost everyone in the arena was about to get up.

Lin An looked at the sky blankly, but saw that Harry was maintaining a swooping posture, landing in the cold wind in high spirits.

Then he raised his right hand in the air.

Between the fingers, two small golden wings were flapping, looking particularly unwilling.

She looked at the time in amazement - the game was only 5 minutes, not even 5 minutes!

This is going to catch the Golden Snitch?!

Lin An was shocked.

Looking at the Hufflepuff students on the other side, I saw that they were also at a loss, and they still hadn't reacted.

"Damn!" Draco said hatefully, "It's just good luck."

But as soon as he finished speaking, he saw Dumbledore appear in the stands at some point, whispering something to Harry.

He pursed his lips, becoming more and more unwilling at the moment.

……

……

"What did Professor Dumbledore tell me that day?"

Harry was frantically flipping through the notes Lynn had given him - he had been racking his brains to write after Quidditch practice had been so busy lately that he had missed a lot of his homework.

He casually said, "Quidditch? God, it's been a month, why are you curious?"

"Professor Dumbledore said he was relieved that I wasn't wallowing in the illusion of the Mirror of Eris—yes!"

He stopped his pen suddenly, and then stretched his neck forward in a secret gesture, his head lowered and his voice very low.

Ron and Hermione also subconsciously stopped their pens and followed suit.

Lin An: ......

Well, she leaned over too, expecting Leigh to tell some great secret.

- For example, the progress of the Philosopher's Stone, or whether he has been dreaming lately, and whether it is another night

Swam?

Harry whispered, "I saw Snape and Professor Quirrell sneaking up to the Forbidden Forest that day, and you know, I was just after the game was over, and I was flying up with a broomstick."

Ron and Hermione relaxed, apparently having heard.

「…… Snape is threatening Professor Quirrell! He's forcing him! Ask Professor Quirrell to help him get the stone! He asked him if he knew how to get through Lowe, the big dog."

"And tell me Professor Quirrell's secret little tricks......

Ron and Hermione nodded their heads as well, "We guess there must be some kind of magic protection under the Philosopher's Stone."

"Professor Snape must have found a way to get Quirrell to help him get rid of him, and I knew he wasn't a good man."

Ron gritted his teeth.

"But don't worry too much, I've heard that the stone won't be there next Tuesday......

The three of them chatted indignantly, relieved that it was not far from the next Tuesday.

Only Lin An held his cheek with one hand, and wanted to say something, but he knew that he shouldn't say it, so he could only listen quietly.

It was only then that Harry suddenly reacted and turned his head to look at Lin An:

"Linan, did I tell you about the Philosopher's Stone?"

Lin An blinked, in fact, she had forgotten - memories and Harry's words would be confused with each other. All she could answer was, "Guess?"

Harry's cheeks suddenly felt embarrassed, and he thought he hadn't shared the secret with his best friend.

At this moment, he stammered, "I didn't mean to hide it from you, but you were in Slytherin......

"I know." Lin An said considerately, "I'm a Slytherin ......."

"No," Harry quickly explained, "I mean, you know it might be sad. After all, you seem to like Snape ......."

Children's likes and dislikes are so obvious.

Harry hated Snape and never taught him with the suffix in his name.

However, Lin An also blinked: "Which teacher do I like, does it have anything to do with me and you being friends?" Shall I still go and sue him against you?"

"Of course not!"

Harry laughed.

He pushed his glasses, and then he lowered his voice even more excitedly:

"Do you want to know something more exciting?"

"What is it?"

Lin An looked out the window a little carelessly.

Today is a rare good weather at Hogwarts in the past few months, and the sky is as blue as if it were an exceptionally clear sky blue sapphire.

It seems that the short spring has not yet arrived, and it is about to be replaced by summer.

She suddenly remembered that it had been a while since the winter break.

At this time, Harry was only to be heard to suppress his surprise and say, "I saw what Hagrid was looking for in the library......

Ron remembered, too, "I saw it too, yesterday! He's looking for information about the fire dragon—"

"Fire Dragon Species in Britain and Ireland", "From Dragon Eggs to Hell", "Guide to Keeping Fire Dragons", ......

Harry nodded his head and quickly said the title of the book.

"So I guess......" His eyes sparkled—

"Could it be Hagrid who wants to raise ...... A dragon?"

That's Hagrid, after all!

What he wants to raise, it seems to be quite normal.