Harry choked for a moment.

On second thought, "Filch might be Snape's helper too!" ”

Ron nodded repeatedly, the evil Filch and the vicious Snape, these two were a perfect match.

Standard villain duo!

Ron spat at on how Snape hooked up with Filch, and Hermione dodged away with disgust.

Rig and Hermione looked at each other and slapped their foreheads together helplessly.

Don't argue with Harry and Ron, two naïve ghosts who hate to die.

After a short period of happy complaining, the time passed quickly.

It's time for a Quidditch match, so players need to go over and prepare in advance.

As if possessed by a ghost, Harry dragged his body and floated away.

As you walk, you review today's tactics in fragments.

Harry then covered his mouth with the twins who suddenly appeared, one left and one right.

Tell Harry not to read it out loud, and be careful to attract Captain Wood.

This may also be some kind of spell.

Wood, who came running wildly, seemed to be blessed with the spirit of the entire Gryffindor Quidditch team.

Like a roaring locomotive, it rampage all the way.

Wood, who finally found Harry, was blinded, and George, who had been tricked by Fred with one hand and Harry in the other, went straight to the court with the wind.

By the time he passed, Harry and the Twins were gone.

Rig and the others were happy and waved to Harry, who was being strangled by Wood's neck in the distance, as if he had lost consciousness, and decided to go to the stand first.

On the way, he met Professor Quirrell who was nervously pacing, and Rig smiled evilly, waving his hand in refusal.

Just a snap of the arms.

The excited Gryffindor wizards gathered around Professor Quirrell to the Gryffindor stands.

Hagrid, who had come to see Harry, laughed and put his arm around Quirrell's shoulder.

Quirrell wanted to leave, but he couldn't escape.

Hagrid, a half-blood giant, has the power that Quirrell, a wizard with his body hollowed out, can resist.

Finally, Quirrell stiffened and sat in the middle of the Gryffindor stands with a desperate expression.

Every time he wanted to leave, the lion cub, who was enthusiastic and didn't listen to anyone, pressed him again.

Respect the teacher and abide by the law, good Gryffindor!

Give up the best seats to the professors!

The Gryffindor lion cubs chirped to introduce Quirrell to their Quidditch players, but Professor Quirrell didn't listen to a word.

His mind was full of Harry, who was about to fly into the sky, and Professor McGonagall, who was eyeing him.

Quirrell only had to look up to meet Professor McGonagall's concerned gaze on the high platform opposite.

In a trance, Quirrell could hear the familiar sound of swearing.

The dripping weather turned into ice, and Quirrell was sweating in a hurry.

Bean-sized sweat slid down his cheeks and dripped into his large, garlic-smelling scarf.

Rig, who was sitting next to him, was too worried about Professor Quirrell's health.

It wasn't that he knew that Voldemort was in the back of Quirrell's head.

Moreover, Rig took advantage of the Slytherin and Gryffindor Quidditch teams to scan the court.

From time to time, Professor McGonagall and Professor Snape's gaze swept over the bustling center of Gryffindor.

Professor Flitwick didn't know when, but sat at the back of the stands.

Although everyone didn't see it, it was fortunate that Rig was developing well and his eyesight was good.

Standing up, Rig asked with a concerned expression, "Professor Quirrell, are you hot?" Why don't you take off your scarf? ”

The hand who wants to help take off the scarf is eager to try.

"I, I, I'm not hot, don't worry about me, you, you concentrate on watching the game." Quirrell stammered.

He just wanted to hurt Harry for how hard it was, where did this annoying spirit come from.

Quirrell clutched his scarf tightly.

You don't have to look at him to know that Professor McGonagall is looking at it again.

He also knew about this student named Rig.

Professor McGonagall's heart was still under Dumbledore's attention.

Merlin's boxers.

If you were to be in broad daylight in front of a bunch of professors, your scarf would have been pulled off by this mad lion.

Quirrell shuddered.

The master's big plan has been ruined.

Snape, who was watching from afar, scoffed at Quirrell.

With a snort, Snape suppressed a mocking smile at the corner of his mouth.

What waste.

As a professor, even a first-year wizard can't deal with it.

If it weren't for Dumbledore, the old bee wanted to leave Quirrell to Harry.

Quirrell was already dead.

Snape's eyes lit up as he thought of what Quirrell was on.

The necessary acting is still needed, but I don't know if his great and suspicious master believes it.

Quirrell couldn't sit still.

As the game time ticks by, the Golden Snitch could be caught at any time.

He hurriedly stood up, his face pale, and the sweat on his face matched the sweat on his face, saying that he was not feeling well.

It couldn't be more real.

Rig narrowed his eyes and whispered to Hermione to pretend to ask Snape about potions.

Hermione didn't know why, but immediately stood up and went to the Slytherin stands.

The little wizards around them let out a pitiful "oh-".

Babblingly, Professor Quirrell was invited to come back to watch the game next time.

Neville also thoughtfully handed Professor Quirrell a piece of paper.

Quirrell had just taken the paper with a pale face when he heard the rostrum's shout of surprise.

Lee Jordan, the commentator of the Quidditch match, was shouting, "Harry is swooping down, he must have seen the Golden Snitch!" ”

Quirrell looked up quickly, how could he be so fast, damn it.

It's too late.

Quirrell glanced nervously and pulled up his large scarf.

Finding Harry, who was rapidly descending, he began to chant words.

In the noisy arena, if you don't listen intently, Quirrell's voice sounds like a mosquito.

Harry's Light Wheel 2000 began to tremble instantly.

Snape, who had been keeping an eye on Harry, instantly sat up straight, glanced at Quirrell and began to whisper a spell.

With the addition of new enchantment powers, Harry's broom shook even more.

Hermione, who had endured the cold reception and Malfoy's cynicism along the way, finally approached Professor Snape.

The entire Slytherin stand is in the shape of a wonderful cloud of low pressure, with Snape at the centre.

The more I got to Professor Snape's side, the quieter it became, and the little wizards around me were restless.

I wanted to cheer for Slytherin, but glanced at Professor Snape, who was sitting quietly.

I can only keep my voice down and share my excitement with my friends.

The atmosphere in the stands was very different from that of the noisy Gryffindors, with only whispered discussions in a row.

In fact, the matter of going to the Slytherin stands should be left to Ron, who is at least a pure-blood wizard.

But Rig considered Ron's knowledge of spells, and Grief sent Hermione.

Determined to double Ron's study plan in the future.

Ron suddenly felt a chill for some reason.

You can only hold yourself tight.

As soon as Hermione reached Professor Snape's side, she heard him say something.

Just as Harry struggled to hold down the trembling Light Wheel 2000, he landed on the side close to the Slytherin stands.

Snape stared intently at Harry's broomstick, not daring to look away for a moment.

Hermione was shocked, could it be that Rig called herself......

Hermione disagreed with Harry's noon speculation that Professor Snape was the villain.

But seeing the way Harry was now, Hermione hesitantly began to eavesdrop on what Snape was saying.

"Huh?" Hermione raised her eyebrows.