days at Hogwarts

Chapter 93 Celebrating Victory

"Long live Potter!"

All the little wizards in the stands stood up and cheered.

Just now, Harry, who was wandering outside the battlefield, rushed to the ground, stopped at a height of one foot above the ground, held the Golden Snitch tightly in his hands, and raised his arms triumphantly.

Five minutes into the game, he caught the Snitch and ended the game.

"For the record, I've never heard of a faster Quidditch match!" Seamus yelled, "Harry should be given a monument!"

"Win! Harry won! We won!" shrieked Hermione, bouncing on her chair in excitement.

She wasn't a big fan of Quidditch, but she watched the game with particular concentration.In addition to the infectious atmosphere at the scene, Gryffindor also won the Academy Cup for the first time in seven years.

The girl turned her head and hugged Loren tightly, and then let go after a while, her little face was blushing, she didn't know whether it was shyness or excitement.

"By the way, did you argue with Malfoy just now?" Hermione asked.

"Arguing? We beat Crabbe hard!" Ron was very proud.

Neville just smirked.

"Let's go, we're going to throw Harry onto the scoring ring!" Seamus and Dean happily dragged them towards the field.

In the middle of the court, after Dumbledore said a few words of encouragement to Harry, he gave up his seat to the young wizards who rushed up.

He leaned against the stands, watching the scene of the little wizards celebrating with a smile, "Honestly, seeing them always makes me feel a lot younger. What do you think? Severus." He turned his gaze to Professor Snape next to him .

"I just find it noisy." Snape said angrily.

Slytherin's house cup cannot change hands, and he will severely deduct Gryffindor's points in the following classes.

And Quirrell, give him a little warning.

There were too many people, and the young wizards of several grades in Gryffindor were all rushing to Harry.

Seeing that the situation was wrong, Loren protected Hermione and withdrew from the crowd.

Ron and Seamus grabbed Neville by the hem of his coat, pushed him forward, and pushed their way through the crowd to get to Harry.

Looking at the crowd from a distance, Hermione raised the corners of her mouth with a smile, cute and cute.

"Don't you not like Quidditch very much?" Loren asked.

"College Cup! Professor McGonagall must be very happy that we won the game and won the Academy Cup!"

The court turned into a sea of ​​joy, and Harry was thrown higher and higher.

Although the little wizards of the Hufflepuffs felt that it was a pity that they lost the game, but this game that ended in 5 minutes will definitely be recorded in school history, and they are also happy about it.

after an hour.

Harry left the dressing room alone, ready to return his Nimbus 2000 to the broom shed.

Walking on the wet grass, the steam mixed with the smell of earth becomes sweet, and the gloomy clouds are beautiful shapes in his eyes.

Finally accomplished something to be proud of, no one will ever say that he just has a famous name.

Thinking about the scene of the celebration just now, Gryffindors threw him in the air and saw Ron and the others jumping up and down to greet him from afar...

Harry saw a hooded and cloaked figure in the distance, it was Snape, he obviously didn't want to be seen, and he was heading towards the Forbidden Forest quickly.

Sneaking into the Forbidden Forest while others finished eating?

Recalling what Hagrid had said before, someone else had entered the Forbidden Forest and awakened the Hibernating Acromantula.

"It's Snape, he's going to do something bad!"

Harry hopped back onto the broomstick and soared off, trailing Snape silently.

Entering the Forbidden Forest, flying past the treetops, behind a tall beech he heard the voice of someone speaking.

Landing on a branch, Harry scrambled forward cautiously, broomstick in hand, looking down through the leaves.

"...No, I don't know why you would, would, choose to meet here, Severus..."

It was Professor Quirrell's voice, stuttering more than ever.

"I think it's time to give you some warning," Snape said in a cold voice, "you'd better keep quiet, and, about the Philosopher's Stone..."

He couldn't hear clearly from behind, so Harry moved forward a little bit, holding his breath.Quirrell was muttering something when Snape interrupted him again.

"Times have changed, you better know who you are loyal to. You don't want to be my enemy, Quirrell." Snape said, taking a step closer to Quirrell.

"I, I don't know, I know you—"

"You know exactly what I mean."

Snape threw the cloak over his head and strode away.

Leaving the Forbidden Forest, flying slowly on a broomstick, carefully recalling every word he heard just now, Harry concluded that Snape must be coercing Quirrell to help him take the Philosopher's Stone.

Passing the stands of the Quidditch pitch, Harry glanced down inadvertently.

There is a person lying down, a person lying down! ?

He quickly grabbed the broom handle and landed on the stands.

"It's that Malfoy's follower." Harry was a little puzzled, seeing that he was thrown here by the Binding Curse.

Despite hating Slytherin and Malfoy, Harry broke Crabbe's restraining spell.

"Too much deceit!" Crabbe roared angrily, and ran towards the castle.

"It's rude not to say thank you," Harry muttered.

Put the broomstick back in the broom shed, he was going to talk to Ron and Hermione about the Philosopher's Stone.

Gryffindor common room.

Harry felt that the layout of the living room was a bit strange. All the candles and torches were placed upstairs, and the light below was a little dim. There was a cardboard box two or three meters high in the middle.

The twins and senior students are forming a group, discussing something.

"Harry, where have you been?" Hermione was the first to notice Harry's return, and this greeting attracted the attention of the people around.

"We won! You won! We won!"

Ron slapped Harry hard on the back and yelled, "We beat up Malfoy's henchman! Everyone's waiting for you, we're having a party, George and Fred come out of the kitchen Made a big cake with seven layers!"

"Ahem." Harry grabbed Ron and patted his hand.

Well, it turns out that Crabbe was hit by you. I can feel that Ron must have hit hard today. Just a few times, his internal organs were almost exposed.

"Leave those—"

Just as Harry was about to say something about the Forbidden Forest, he was lifted up by the twins who jumped out from behind, and his voice soared in fright.

"Our Gold Seeker is back!"

"Guess who's going to be thrown in the cake?"

Harry turned pale with horror at what George and Fred said, "No, no! No!"

"Throw it in!"

"Throw it in!"

Seamus and Ron took the lead in booing, the atmosphere of celebration was high, and no one could stop them.Tear open the big cardboard box, which contains a big cake filled with cream.

boom!

The white cream on the cake splashed and spread on the sofa and on the faces of the little wizards around.

"Hats off to Harry!"

George and Fred picked up a big dollop of cream and threw it out, shouting "Salute to Harry", but the cream smeared Percy's face all at once.

"You two!" Percy hadn't finished his reprimand before a dollop of cream gagged his mouth.

The cream battle started instantly, and cream was flying in the whole lounge.

The candlelight is placed high to prevent the cream from accidentally sticking to it, and they have planned it long ago.

"Hats off to Wood!" Angelina yells, dropping a dollop of cream on Wood's head, something she's been meaning to do for a long time.

"Hats off to Wood!"

The Quidditch players band together and bury Wood with Harry.

Wood was smiling, even though his eyes were covered with cream and he was smiling.

Harry kept grinning as he dealt with the cake flying in his face, and quickly put the Forbidden Forest behind him.

"Savage, too barbaric." Hermione hid behind Loren, saying disgusting words.

But the little witch's eyes were cunning, and she was eagerly preparing to touch a large piece of cream cake, which was stuck on Loren's face from behind.

……

In the dormitory, the five of Loren were lying on the bed with satisfied smiles.

Neville accidentally burped, and it tasted creamy and sweet.

Loren turned over and turned towards Ron, "Is the word Mudblood really dirty? Hermione and I didn't feel it, so you rushed out."

Hearing this, Ron restrained his smile, "Very dirty, there are few words dirtier than Mudblood in the wizarding world. Even if Professor McGonagall is by his side, he will support us to beat him up."

"Yeah!" Neville nodded vigorously.

"You don't call me when you fight..." Seamus murmured aside, he regretted that he missed the opportunity to beat up Slytherin this time.

"If I had known earlier, I would not have lifted the curse on Crabbe, and asked their prefects to look for them at night when they counted the number of people." Harry felt that today was a perfect day. He won the Quidditch match, Ron and the others beat Malfoy He also caught Snape's heels at night.

Harry planned to discuss with Ron and Hermione before deciding whether to mention this to Loren.

The roommates spoke one after another, and Loren felt a warm feeling in his heart, "Why don't you tell the professor that chess players shouldn't think about a few more moves?"

"Will telling the professor let us beat him?" said Ron.

Tell the professor that he can only deduct Slytherin's points at most, and put them in confinement, so why not beat him up directly to relieve his anger.

"If you ask me, Neville is really brave. He was the one who held Crabbe, and I took the opportunity to hit him." Ron admired.

Crabbe was stronger than Neville and the two Rons combined, but Neville ignored himself and hugged Crabbe so hard that Ron found a chance to punch him in the face.

Neville laughed unconsciously when he heard the compliment, "At that time, I just wanted to beat him up, and I didn't care that much."

"Neville is worthy of Gryffindor..."

Loren didn't enter the fantasy book tonight. He chatted with his roommates until late at night, and fell asleep at some point.

Early the next morning, Harry took Ron and Hermione to an empty classroom and told them what he had seen and heard in the Forbidden Forest.

"Snape must be trying to force Quirrell to help him get the Philosopher's Stone." Harry finally concluded.

"You mean the Philosopher's Stone is only safe if Professor Quirrell can fend off Snape?" Hermione asked.

"possible."

"If you want me to say, Quirrell seems very courageous, and he can't last long."

The three finally decided, and then paid more attention to the movements of Snape and Quirrell, and in turn speculated whether the Philosopher's Stone was safe.

Snape became more gloomy and irritable. He walked around the school all day, staring at Quirrell with terrifying eyes from time to time. In the eyes of Harry and the others, it meant that he hadn't succeeded yet, and the Sorcerer's Stone was still safe. .

It was another Wednesday night. After observing today's astrology, they returned to the lounge together.

"The weather is gloomy, and I can't see any stars at all. How can I write a report." Ron complained, rubbing his neck with his hands.

Except for Loren, the other little wizards did the same thing, their necks were so stiff.

The weather in the UK is erratic and always rainy, especially towards the end of winter.They poked their necks in front of the stargazing mirror and watched for a long time before they could barely see some tiny rays of light.

"Find a day when you can see the starry sky, and record the astrology. Write about one of the nine planets every time, and occasionally write about the moon, other meteors and comets. One stargazing is enough to write about half a semester."

Loren walked lazily behind. On the tower, he observed the condition of Mars, and after confirming that it was still not bright, he did not continue to embarrass his neck.

When Harry and Ron heard the idea, their eyes lit up and they said excitedly, "Good idea!"

"No!" Hermione objected to the idea, "This is lying, and the report should truthfully state the observed astrology."

"The professor won't look carefully." Ron muttered.

Loren and Harry nodded, and they thought so too.

Hermione was in a hurry, "Anyway, it's not possible."

"Got it." The three dealt with Hermione, they were all used to Hermione's seriousness, and they all knew how to deal with her.

"You!" Hermione could also hear the coping of several people, she turned her head and stared at Loren, "I will check your stargazing report later."

"Check it, check it, you can't check it anyway." Loren muttered in a low voice.

The astrology is specious. I wrote that Venus became brighter, and the color of the rings on Saturn deepened. Who knows whether it is true or not.

Also, why are you staring at me alone.

When passing by the corridor on the fourth floor, Hermione, Harry, and Ron slowed down. Taking advantage of Loren's inattention, they put their ears on the door of Lu Wei's room to hear if Lu Wei was still inside.

They'd done it every time they passed by since the Quidditch match.Loren had noticed it a long time ago, and just cooperated with a few people to act as if he didn't see it.

Walking through the fourth floor, the footsteps of a few people suddenly became brisk.

In the middle of the corridor, they encountered Professor Quirrell walking towards them.

Wearing a black robe, with a purple scarf wrapped around his head bloatedly, his face is pale, and his figure is thinner than before, but his eyes are full of spirit.

Thinking of the smell on Quirrell, Loren held his breath subconsciously, and leaned aside to let Quirrell pass first.

The three Hermiones showed kindness to Quirrell, with encouraging smiles.Quirrell insisted that he had not succumbed to Snape until now, and they felt that the professor was not that bad.

When Quirrell was far away, Loren gasped, "Fortunately, it's winter, I can't think of how the Defense Against the Dark Arts class will be held when the weather warms up."

In winter, the weather is dry and cold, and the smell on Quirrell's body is a little less. When the temperature gradually rises, there may be a few little wizards who attack the school infirmary because of the evil garlic smell.

"Pay attention to manners, Loren, Professor Quirrell is better than we thought." Harry persuaded.

"Then why don't you sit in the front of the Defense Against the Dark Arts class?" Loren raised his eyebrows, like a leaf and a dragon (Harry is like Voldemort).

The three were silent. This question could not be refuted. Compared with defending Quirrell, his own nose was more important.