Hogwarts Card Drawer

　　 "Hi, how are you! How was the potions class in the morning?" Cronos put down the coin in his hand.

　　 "Don't mention it, Professor Snape's face is darker than usual, and I dared not look up at him for the entire class." Ron said this, and he was terrified when he said it.

　　 Harry stared at Cronos, then swallowed and said, "Cronos, we have one thing to tell you."

　　 "Huh?" Cronos raised his eyebrows.

　　 Harry and Ron, Hermione exchanged glances. Then he approached Cronos and whispered: "We suspect that Professor Snape may be Hawkwarts' undercover."

　　 "Of course I know Professor Snape is an undercover agent, he is still a double agent!" Although his heart was calm, Cronos raised his eyebrows to indicate that he was suspicious of Harry's words.

　　 "He put in the monster on Halloween."

　　 "The purpose is to attract the attention of others."

　　 "Then he has enough time to pass through the corridor on the right on the fourth floor."

　　 "There is a hyena with three heads."

　　 "It is a trapdoor under its feet, it is guarding something."

　　 "It's something stolen from Gringa."

　　Cronos looked at Harry and Hermione as you spoke to me. If Chronos didn't know the plot, he would really be confused by their rhetoric. Sometimes Cronos really thought Professor Snape was pitiful. Obviously he was the one who cared about Harry Potter most in Hogwarts, and even Dumbledore was far behind him. But his love for Harry Potter was too cryptic, and he was simply Hogwarts' number one piggybacker.

　　 "So, all of this is still your speculation. There is no evidence, isn't it?" Cronos still wanted to change his prejudice against Professor Snape.

　　 "Of course." Harry said hurriedly. "I saw Snape's leg dripping with blood and blood when I was in the staff lounge. It was definitely a hound bitten by a hound when he tried to force through the trapdoor."

　　Cronos' mood at the moment is indescribable, he knows everything about it, but he doesn't know how to tell them.

　　 "I see, Harry. Do you have anything else?" Chronos' tone was slightly heavy.

　　 Harry’s face was full of weirdness. He would only tell Cronos as a friend to tell him all that he knew. But Cronos seemed to be indifferent to all of this, and there was an indescribable emotion in his eyes.

"I've said it a long time ago, Harry. He is a Slytherin and won't believe what we say." Ron said in a weird manner. It seems that he had something to do with Cronos that day. Brood.

　　 Harry took a deep breath, turned his head and left the school infirmary with Ron.

　　 "Aren't you with them?" Chronos looked at Hermione who was still standing next to him.

　　 "We originally came to invite you to watch the Quidditch game three days later, if you would."

　　 "Of course I will go back, but it's on the Slytherin side." Cronos said.

　　 Since everyone can't play happily, Cronos still thinks it's better to part ways as soon as possible.

　　 "Whatever you want." Hermione stamped her foot and hurried out of here.

　　 "It's finally quiet!" Chronos thought.

　　 However, this calm did not last long, and soon Draco and their friends came to see Cronos.

　　 Their hands were also full of food, and they sat on the side of Cronos's bed while eating and talking about everything that happened in class today. For example, Harry and Ron were scolded by Professor Snape.

　　Cronos has been listening quietly next to him, and he will ask loudly when he hears the climax: "Really? That's great."

　　Cronos felt like Malfoy was a normal eleven-year-old. Unlike Harry Potter, he thinks about saving the world every day.

　　...

　　 After entering November, the weather became very cold. The mountains around the school were gray and covered with snow and ice, and the lake was as cold and hard as hardened steel. Every morning, there is frost on the ground.

　　 The Quidditch season has begun. The first game was Slytherin vs. Gryffindor, and it was Harry Potter's first game.

　　 To be honest, Cronos is not interested in Quidditch. This game requires a lot of equipment. If you don't have a good flying broomstick, don't just lose it. Moreover, personal heroism is too serious, and basically does not require any cooperation. It is the ability of the seeker alone to determine the team's downline.

　　 Early the next morning, the weather was clear and cold. The restaurant was filled with the attractive smell of grilled sausages, and everyone was looking forward to the first one. Malfoy kept talking next to Cronos, and he heard that Cronos really wanted to use magic to seal his mouth.

　　 There was a lot of cheers in the stadium, and the entire stadium was surrounded by green and red. This gives Cronos a scene of watching the World Cup~www.NovelMTL.com~The referee is Mrs. Hooch. She stood in the middle of the court, holding her flying broomstick in her hand, waiting for the players from both sides.

　　 With the cheers of the students, the Slytherin and Gryffindor teams entered the field one after another.

　　 "Listen, I hope everyone will participate in the game fairly and honestly." She said as soon as the team members gathered around her. Harry noticed that her words seemed to be specifically addressed to Marcus Flint, the captain of the Slywood team and sixth grader.

　　 "Please ride on the flying broomstick."

　　 Madam Hooch blew her silver whistle vigorously. Fifteen flying broomsticks rose from the ground and rose high into the sky. The game started.

　　 Li Jordan is a friend of the Weasley twin brothers. He is under the close supervision of Professor McGonagall as the commentator of the game.

　　Cronos admitted that he was very passionate in explaining, but Cronos just couldn't take interest. Harry Potter is indeed an excellent seeker, and he swiftly shuttles between the crowd.

　　 "It's starting." Cronos looked at Harry Potter in the sky. Suddenly, his broomstick shook terribly. For a moment, he thought he was going to fall. He grasped the broomstick tightly with both hands and clamped it tightly between his knees. His face showed a feeling of fear like this before.

　　Cronos was looking at Professor Snape to one side. He was looking at Harry Potter in the sky with a serious face, and he was muttering words. The counterpart was Professor Quirrell on the side. Cronos suspected that his stumbling was pretended for a reason. At least he didn't seem to squat at all when he chanted the evil curse.

　　Cronos found Hermione, she crossed over half of the tower and finally came to the top of the tower where the professor was.

　　 "My poor Professor Snape, I'm about to start slapped again."