I earned 100 million Galleons at Hogwarts

Chapter 101 You Are Absolutely Not Hagrid!

The audience in the Quidditch stadium was full of voices.

Gryffindor vs. Hufflepuff game is about to start

Hermione shook John's arm vigorously and said excitedly: "Professor Dumbledore is really here!"

John nodded helplessly, he didn't want to come.

But he couldn't stand the successive pleas from Fred, George and Harry, so he was dragged over abruptly.

They wanted him to keep a close eye on Snape and Professor Quirrell, and immediately notify Professor Dumbledore if there was any change in the two of them.

John glanced to the right, where Professor Quirrell was sitting there in good order, with his hands on his knees, like a good baby.

When students passed by, Professor Quirrell would put his toes back and show a gentle smile.

Finding nothing unusual, John looked back at the field.

The whistle sounded and the game began!

The Gryffindor and Hufflepuff players act quickly.

Harry circled in the air calmly looking for the Snitch.

John saw Fred and George play so well together that a Hufflepuff Chaser was nearly thrown off his broom.

John raised his hands to cheer, but there were continuous noisy voices in his ears, which affected people's mood.

Malfoy had slipped behind them at some point, and was chattering and mocking non-stop, as if venting his anger over the last incident.

"Ron, Neville beat him!" John said, "If he dares to fight back, I'll report it to Professor McGonagall, and their Academy Cup will be completely lost!"

If he hadn't been stopped in the middle, he would have made a move long ago!

Malfoy is only cuter when he spends money!

Ron and Neville's eyes lit up, they stopped paying attention to the game, and got up and kneaded their casserole-sized fists.

Malfoy glanced at Goyle and Crabbe who were guarding behind him. They should not lose in a fist fight, but he couldn't afford that price.

Like John said, if they were deducted a large amount of points, even if they won the Quidditch match in the end, as long as Ravenclaw didn't come last, they wouldn't be able to win the House Cup.

Malfoy hesitated for a moment, then left with two followers with a gloomy expression.

"John, look!" Hermione, who had been watching the game, said loudly, "Harry seems to have spotted the Snitch!"

Following Hermione's shout, the students in the auditorium noticed this scene and burst into cheers.

Will Snape do it?
John narrowed his eyes slightly, paying attention to Snape's movements.

The Snitch drew a strange arc in the air and rushed straight towards Snape.

Harry followed closely behind the Snitch, brushing past Snape.

John took out his wand in an instant, and Snape seemed to have tampered with Harry's broom the moment the two of them intersected.

"Oh!"

There was a mountain roar and a tsunami-like exclamation at the scene.

Harry frantically plunged to the ground as if desperate for his life.

When he was almost close to the grass, Harry reached out and caught the Snitch.

He wanted to lift the front of the broom excitedly, but the obedient broom suddenly shook, and he missed the last good opportunity.

The broom brought him straight to the ground, and the blade of grass gradually enlarged in Harry's eyes.

His mind went blank, but his left hand patted the package on the right reflexively.

The moment it collided with the ground, a puff of smoke rose and enveloped the ground.

It was as if a large-scale silencing spell had been cast in the auditorium, there was no noise at all, it was as quiet as the surface of the Black Lake.

"Ha, Harry, will you be all right?" Ron said in a trembling voice, his heart was already in his throat.

"Don't worry, it's alright."

John watched the smoke rise, and his heart settled down, and the wand was also retracted into his robe.

In order to avoid accidents, John has been letting Harry practice using big smoke bombs for some time in the past.

Until a series of actions became Harry's muscle memory.

Because the training was too thrilling, Harry once became a frequent visitor to the school hospital.

If he hadn't believed in John, Harry would have suspected that it was not Snape who wanted to murder him, but John.

The smoke cleared, and Harry turned into a balloon, hovering in the air, unharmed, with a pile of broom fragments scattered on the ground.

If it wasn't for the big smoke bomb, Harry would have been lying on the ground, howling and moaning.

Cheers broke out in the auditorium, and the applause shook the sky.

John immediately took out his wand and flicked it through the air.

Diagon Alley Magic Wheezes, creating miracles in the impossible!
The colorful letters got bigger and bigger, soared into the air, and circled above the auditorium.

But it was broken by Snape's wand after a while.

But the students in the auditorium jumped up and shouted the name of Diagon Alley Magic and Wheezes.

What a bunch of rebellious kids!

John saw that the advertising effect was very good, he stood up with a smile and said, "Let's go, we should leave too."

Ron and the others nodded and followed behind John.

When he reached the stairs, John suddenly felt a strange feeling in his heart.

He turned to look behind him, and Snape was flying through the air on his broom and was watching him intently.

John smiled and waved to him, then walked downstairs.

I don't know if Snape really wanted to kill Harry, or if he thought he would be able to save Harry.

Just now Harry was rushing down at almost full speed because he was anxious to catch the Snitch.

If the reaction is a little slower, the book "Harry Potter" may be renamed
John shook his head, and suddenly saw Duncan and the others, he waved them to wait.

"How about it, are you sure you can defeat Harry?" John asked Qiu Zhang after catching up with them.

Qiu Zhang did not answer directly, but took a deep breath and said, "I will work hard!"

It seemed that Harry's performance today had put a lot of pressure on her.

But as long as she resists, her strength will definitely usher in a leap.

John stopped asking, chatted with Duncan and the others, and walked outside the court.

"Okay, you guys go back first, I'll go find Hagrid." John said.

"Why are you looking for Hagrid?" Ron asked curiously.

"He hasn't shown up for a few days, and he didn't come to the game today." John said, "I'll see if something happened to him."

Since the deal with the centaurs was on the right track, John handed over this arduous task to Hagrid.

But it was the delivery time yesterday morning, but he never saw Hagrid.

Hermione had a concerned expression on her face: "Then we'll go too!"

"Yes." John nodded and patted Duncan on the shoulder, "See you later, let's work hard for tomorrow's game!"

"Haha, come on, we can't lose!" Duncan responded and left with the others.

John and Ron, Hermione and Neville walked to Hagrid's cabin.

Harry and Fred had to put the brooms on, so they didn't wait for them.

"Hagrid!" John raised his hand to knock on the door, but the wooden door creaked and opened by itself.

"Wow, woof!" As if meeting a savior, Fang rushed out of the room frantically, and John felt that it seemed to have lost a little weight.

"What's wrong with Fangya?" John rubbed Fangya's head and said.

"Wow, woof!" Yaya yelled a few more times in an aggrieved manner.

It's a pity that John doesn't understand dog language, and it barks for nothing.

"Where's Hagrid?" John asked, they've been here for so long, it stands to reason that Hagrid should have come out to greet them.

Ya Ya probably understood, it barked twice, and gave way to the passage into the house.

John walked into the house.

The bright candlelight kept flickering, and a huge figure sat on the ground, motionless.

John said in surprise, "Hagrid?"

Hagrid raised his head slowly, his eyes were surrounded by dark circles, his hair was disheveled, and he looked haggard, as if recovering from a serious illness.

And the most surprising thing was that there was actually a thick stack of books in Hagrid's hand and beside him.

You are no Hagrid!

who are you?
Was it taken away by Hermione?

John cried out inwardly.

(End of this chapter)