It wasn't clear what spell Snape was using repeatedly, though.

But Hermione still heard the prefix "anti" and the add-on word with the meaning of "smooth".

To Hermione, at least, it was a protective spell to remove some kind of negative enchantment.

Professor Snape is a good professor, she read that right!

Hermione rubbed the wand in her hand repeatedly, forcing the joy to not count.

But her evidence is not enough.

Remembering that Rig had asked him to come to Snape and ask questions.

Hermione used her afterglow to confirm that Harry had landed very low.

"Excuse me, Professor Snape......" Hermione plucked up the courage to pat Snape on the shoulder.

This was challenging even for Hermione.

The little wizards of the surrounding Slytherin collectively gasped, you look at me and I look at you, constantly exchanging glances.

Snape gave Hermione an impatient look.

Sure enough, as Snape looked at Hermione, Harry's broom began to sway violently again.

After filming Snape, Hermione, who had been paying attention to Harry's broom, was sure and asked Snape a question casually.

He obediently followed Professor Snape's cynicism and left.

This time, the way out was unexpectedly smooth.

No little wizard taunted her or deliberately stretched out his leg to trip her.

Hermione hurried back to the Gryffindor stands.

Seriously, it's better to have a Gryffindor.

Hermione felt much more comfortable as soon as she returned.

Neville, who was screaming for Harry, and Petyer, who was exchanging scarves, were so alive and warm.

It's completely different from the Slytherin side.

Also, Hermione couldn't believe her eyes!

Rig tugged Ron, "Cheer on Harry." ”

Ron looked puzzled, but still danced and shouted at Harry, come on.

Rig also raised his hand and clenched his palms into a fist.

"Come on Harry————"

With Rig's shout, a perfect right hook landed pinpoint to the back of Quirrell's head.

Eat my face-breaking fist, Sun thief!

Quirrell didn't leave, as soon as he took Neville's paper and realized that the game was almost over.

They could only stand in the stands below them, pull on a large scarf and pretend that they were attracted to the game, and quietly chant a spell.

With the swaying of Harry's broom, Professor McGonagall's eyes were sharp like eagles, and she repeatedly swept over the stands.

Quirrell didn't dare to move.

Otherwise, he is the only one who goes against the flow of people, which is too obvious.

Suddenly he received a blow to the back of his head, and Quirrell crouched down with a scream of pain.

His screams overlapped with another, only that one was filled with rage.

Because the adult is still weaker, the possessed place will also be more fragile and sensitive.

The stands of the Gryffindor Center were in an uproar, and a group of first-year wizards surrounded Quirrell and looked at him with concern.

Rig also kept apologizing, "I'm sorry, I'm sorry, I just wanted to cheer for Harry and didn't look ahead." ”

The apologetic Rig looked extremely well-behaved.

I'm very well-behaved, I pretended. JPG

Neville also came out and said, "Yes, yes, sometimes it happens, it's really not intentional. ”

Dean, who had eaten Neville's bangbangbang three punches, turned his head and glared at Neville.

Jumped up and was about to hit Neville, but was quickly pulled by the little wizards around him.

The scene was chaotic for a while, and Quirrell didn't want to entangle with them anymore.

It was all over when Professor McGonagall came to care for the back of his head.

Quirrell wiped tears from his eyes.

In fact, he felt a little wet in his bandana, but he didn't dare to check it.

Harry finally got Halo 2000 under control and searched for the Golden Snitch.

As he flew, Harry complained inwardly about how the broom was so disobedient.

It's not as good as the old broom he used in his flying lesson, which is worn out and poked out of the branches.

At least it won't shake all the time.

Got it!

Harry swooped down to the ground, and people saw him covering his mouth with his hand as if he was going to vomit.

Indeed, Harry vomited.

He lay on all fours, trying to open his mouth.

A golden object fell into his palm.

"I caught the snitch!" He shouted, swung the ball high over his head, and the game ended in chaos.

"He didn't catch the snitch, he almost swallowed it."

Twenty minutes later, Slytherin's captain, Flint, was still yelling in anger, but it didn't work at all.

Harry didn't break any of the rules, and commentator Lee Jordan was still shouting the result with joy.

The Gryffindor team won by 170 to 60.

Harry didn't hear that, though.

As soon as the game was over, he, Rig, Ron, and Hermione went to Hagrid's cabin.

Hagrid's tea leaves are grown and fried by himself, and they are very fragrant.

Hagrid was making them a pot of strong tea to warm them up.

"It wasn't Snape," Hermione explained.

"As soon as Rig saw Harry's broomstick shaking, he told me to go to Snape, who was protecting Harry instead."

At first, Hermione couldn't even find where Harry was, but when she returned, Hagrid handed her a telescope to enjoy Quidditch.

It's just that within a few minutes of watching, the game is over.

"You see, Snape is a good man."

Ron heard Rig's words and looked like he wanted to vomit.

"I didn't go to Snape because I thought Professor Quirrell was suspicious."

Harry laughed out loud when he heard the story of Rig giving Professor Quirrell a punch.

Hermione didn't quite agree, "Even if it's suspicious, how can you hit the professor?" ”

Quirrell was chanting a spell on Harry's broomstick, muttering and his eyes fixed on Harry's broomstick. Rig added.

"Nonsense," Hagrid said.

He didn't know anything about what was happening around him in the stands, "Why would Professor Quirrell do such a thing?" ”

Quirrell's wincing look, Hagrid thought disapprerovingly, he didn't look like he was trying to hurt Harry, who was under the protection of Headmaster Dumbledore.

I don't have that ability.

The boys exchanged glances, not knowing what to tell him.

Harry decided to tell him everything they had discussed.

"I was suspicious of Professor Snape." He said to Hagrid, "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. ”

"But now, Quirrell is fighting Snape, who wants to protect Harry, and it's obviously Professor Quirrell who is more suspicious." Rig concluded.

Hagrid put down the teapot heavily. "How do you know about the three-headed Lowe?" He asked.

"Three-headed Louwie?"

"yes, it's mine." Thinking of the fluffy cutie, Hagrid's eyes became gentle.

"I bought it from a Greek guy I met at the hotel last year. I lent it to Dumbledore to guard ......"

"What?" Harry asked eagerly.

"Alright, don't ask any more," Hagrid said crudely, "that's Secret One, you know?" ”

"But someone tried to steal it. Maybe Snape was trying to protect that thing, like ......" Rig racked his brains, "like he got hurt when he went after Quirrell who wanted to steal something." ”

"Nonsense," said Hagrid again, "Professor Quirrell is a teacher at Hogwarts, and he wouldn't do anything like that. ”

Hagrid thought for a moment, then shook his head.

"But Professor Quirrell is a new teacher, and I can't say it well."

No sooner had the Philosopher's Stone arrived at Hogwarts than Quirrell arrived.

Even Hagrid was a little suspicious of Quirrell now.

If there were no thieves in Hogwarts, Headmaster Dumbledore wouldn't have to borrow a three-headed dog, Loewe.

"Then why did Quirrell want to kill Harry?" Hermione asked aloud.

A professor who wants to harm people is not worthy of her respect.

"If I see a murder with bad intentions, I can recognize it."

Hermione felt a pity, she only confirmed Snape but didn't pay attention to Quirrell.

"I've read all about them in books! To cast a curse, you have to keep an eye on the target, and Quirrell must have looked at Harry's broom unusually. ”

Rig nodded.

Harry and Ron gasped.

"I'm telling you, you're wrong!" Hagrid didn't want to talk about it anymore, at least when he asked Headmaster Dumbledore.

"I don't know why Harry's broomstick behaves the way it does."

"But a professor at school would never want to kill a student!"

Was it a plan he didn't know? Hagrid was a little worried about Harry's safety.

"Now, all three of you listen to me, don't pursue it anymore. It's dangerous. Forget the big dog, forget what it's guarding for, it's a ...... between Professor Dumbledore and Nicol Lemay"

"Aha!" Harry said, "There's a guy named Nicol Lemay involved, doesn't it?" ”

"Nicol Lemay?!" Rig smiled in surprise.

This is my home turf.