Chapter 47 The revenge of killing the father?Hate for taking his wife?
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Qing Mo Da Xian
The reason why Vincent left alone was entirely because he wanted to verify his second guess.
He came to the trophy showroom on the fourth floor and checked the previous Gryffindor Quidditch trophies.
"1972, James Potter, The Chaser..."
Snape looked to be in his mid-thirties, and most likely knew Harry's father from school.
It's just an analogy to the little golden retriever, Vincent thinks it's quite unreasonable.
"Is it the hatred of killing my father, or the hatred of taking my wife..."
After verifying the second guess, a new problem actually arises.
"Forget it, it's all about the previous generation..."
He decided to leave it to Harry to deal with these complex interpersonal relationships that became more and more bald the more he thought about them.
hall.
"where did you go?"
"The trophy room."
Hermione, who was no longer sitting at the back, immediately pricked up her ears.
"Where's Harry?"
Neville swallowed the food in his mouth and said vaguely, "I don't know, he just walked out of the castle with Ron."
"Oh." Vincent thought for a while, and knew that they were going to "enjoy" a big meal.
In line with the idea that it is the same to say it sooner or later, he enjoyed his lunch happily.
……
……
Walk all the way outside the castle to the Forbidden Forest, and you will see a wooden house built with wood.
It was the place where Hagrid, the gamekeeper and key keeper of Hogwarts, had lived for decades.
"Crackling—"
Harry in the room bit on it for a long time, and finally bit off a small piece of the hard rock cake in his hand.
Although the big black hound on his lap drools a bit,
And made the whole trousers sticky,
But both he and Ron had a delicious look on their faces.
"Transfiguration class is okay, but Professor McGonagall always likes to turn into cats to scare us..."
"She's actually a very nice person." Hagrid smiled and put a big cauldron in front of the two of them. "Sometimes she would tell some little jokes, although they weren't very funny."
Ron lifted the lid of the cauldron anxiously, "Wow! This is—I mean, I didn't expect the professor to be such a person."
Harry glanced at it, swallowed subconsciously, "Professor Flitwick often uses magic to write notes on the blackboard, which helps me a lot."
"Don't look at him as short, he was the champion of the Dueling Club back then."
"Duel Club?"
Hagrid looked nostalgic, "A club that was canceled many years ago."
Mentioning this got Harry interested.
"We're also in the owl court club, just don't know when it will be approved."
"Percy said he had sent the application to the principal's office."
Ron swallowed the rock cake with tears in his mouth, "He also said that the review will not be fast, at least until around the Christmas holiday."
"Why?" Harry put the lid on the pot, "Professor Dumbledore should not reject Muggles."
"It must be those school managers!"
Hagrid suddenly stretched out his hand excitedly, and slapped the wooden table vigorously, "This group of people often oppose Dumbledore, and they always let Malfoy do whatever they want!"
Ron, who shared the same hatred with him, became even more excited, "The Malfoy family are all bad wizards!
The "Muggle Protection Act" proposed by my father in the Ministry has been strongly opposed by them! "
"Protect Muggles?" Harry gasped immediately.
Before learning to fight, he felt that he could breathe out and raise his eyebrows when he returned to his aunt's house during the holidays.
But after studying for a few days, he found that fighting is more useful than magic in certain situations.
For example, stabilizing the out-of-control flying broom, or yesterday's big fight.
Everyone felt that if Vincent was present, he would definitely be able to slap the Slytherin on the opposite side who was making dirty tricks frequently.
Looking at Hagrid's large size, he felt that this kind of melee-focused wizard only needed to use three or two protective spells, and he probably would be able to overwhelm the entire audience by jumping into the crowd.
"Ah, this..." Hagrid touched his nose, "I've always done it directly."
Just with a body height of more than three meters, ordinary spells may not be able to play their due role.
"Vincent said he started fighting at the age of four—"
Ron said enviously: "As long as I have half his skills, the bastard Malfoy will never get better so quickly."
"Vincent?" Hagrid suddenly realized, "You mean Wayne!"
He looked at Harry, "I was supposed to go to their house, but then Dumbledore said that I had hugged you before, so he handed over your affairs to me."
Both boys imagined a picture in their minds.
Vincent's father with "well-developed limbs" and Hagrid who is as big as a troll?
Both Harry and Ron returned awkward but polite smiles.
Hagrid smiled brighter at them, "Actually, quite a few wizards know a little bit of Muggle fighting.
But most of them can't stand that kind of boring exercise method. After all, spells and potions have ways to temporarily enhance physical fitness. "
"Where's Professor Dumbledore? Has he ever studied?"
"Yes, he said that when he was young, he often went to Muggle military bases to see how those boys trained."
Harry and Ron, who opened their mouths wide, did not expect Dumbledore's way to be so wild.
It is indeed the strongest wizard in the world!
While chatting, Harry suddenly remembered what happened just now.
"What's the matter, Harry?"
"I got 10 points deducted today...".[-]
After hearing Vincent's guess, Hagrid's expression became somewhat unnatural, "Don't think too much, Snape can't target you."
"But he deducted only 5 points from Hermione and Seamus."
"Maybe he doesn't like people talking loudly..."
With an increasingly unnatural expression, he stood up abruptly, "By the way, I remembered that I still have things to do later!"
Harry and Ron exchanged glances.
They all knew that Hagrid must know something.
"Okay, you can come over anytime you are free."
The two people who walked out of the cabin had just returned to the Gryffindor tower when they saw Vincent sweating on a big sandbag.
"Are you back?" He walked aside and picked up a towel to wipe his face.
"this is……"
"Percy got it, he thought it would be of great use to the club."
Vincent reached out and patted the sandbag, "It's really good, at least I can stay until the end of this semester."
"That's good."
Harry and Ron's eyelids twitched slightly.
Just thinking about turning over a big sandbag in one semester makes my hands hurt.
"By the way, Harry." Vincent pulled him aside, "I know Snape..."
"My father knew him!"
"Shh-"
Vincent didn't say his second guess until Harry's mood stabilized.
"I don't know why Snape did this to you, but your father definitely had a lot of trouble with him."
"Like you and Malfoy?"
"No, it must be much more serious than ours."
Harry thought about it carefully, and found that it was really very possible.
The conflict between Vincent and Draco, to put it bluntly, is actually because they are unhappy with each other's background.
Snape's ability to go to Slytherin House meant that even if he wasn't pure-blooded, he should at least be mixed-blooded.
As one of the 28 pure-blood families, the Potter family would not have a natural conflict with him at all.
……
……
He came to the trophy showroom on the fourth floor and checked the previous Gryffindor Quidditch trophies.
"1972, James Potter, The Chaser..."
Snape looked to be in his mid-thirties, and most likely knew Harry's father from school.
It's just an analogy to the little golden retriever, Vincent thinks it's quite unreasonable.
"Is it the hatred of killing my father, or the hatred of taking my wife..."
After verifying the second guess, a new problem actually arises.
"Forget it, it's all about the previous generation..."
He decided to leave it to Harry to deal with these complex interpersonal relationships that became more and more bald the more he thought about them.
hall.
"where did you go?"
"The trophy room."
Hermione, who was no longer sitting at the back, immediately pricked up her ears.
"Where's Harry?"
Neville swallowed the food in his mouth and said vaguely, "I don't know, he just walked out of the castle with Ron."
"Oh." Vincent thought for a while, and knew that they were going to "enjoy" a big meal.
In line with the idea that it is the same to say it sooner or later, he enjoyed his lunch happily.
……
……
Walk all the way outside the castle to the Forbidden Forest, and you will see a wooden house built with wood.
It was the place where Hagrid, the gamekeeper and key keeper of Hogwarts, had lived for decades.
"Crackling—"
Harry in the room bit on it for a long time, and finally bit off a small piece of the hard rock cake in his hand.
Although the big black hound on his lap drools a bit,
And made the whole trousers sticky,
But both he and Ron had a delicious look on their faces.
"Transfiguration class is okay, but Professor McGonagall always likes to turn into cats to scare us..."
"She's actually a very nice person." Hagrid smiled and put a big cauldron in front of the two of them. "Sometimes she would tell some little jokes, although they weren't very funny."
Ron lifted the lid of the cauldron anxiously, "Wow! This is—I mean, I didn't expect the professor to be such a person."
Harry glanced at it, swallowed subconsciously, "Professor Flitwick often uses magic to write notes on the blackboard, which helps me a lot."
"Don't look at him as short, he was the champion of the Dueling Club back then."
"Duel Club?"
Hagrid looked nostalgic, "A club that was canceled many years ago."
Mentioning this got Harry interested.
"We're also in the owl court club, just don't know when it will be approved."
"Percy said he had sent the application to the principal's office."
Ron swallowed the rock cake with tears in his mouth, "He also said that the review will not be fast, at least until around the Christmas holiday."
"Why?" Harry put the lid on the pot, "Professor Dumbledore should not reject Muggles."
"It must be those school managers!"
Hagrid suddenly stretched out his hand excitedly, and slapped the wooden table vigorously, "This group of people often oppose Dumbledore, and they always let Malfoy do whatever they want!"
Ron, who shared the same hatred with him, became even more excited, "The Malfoy family are all bad wizards!
The "Muggle Protection Act" proposed by my father in the Ministry has been strongly opposed by them! "
"Protect Muggles?" Harry gasped immediately.
Before learning to fight, he felt that he could breathe out and raise his eyebrows when he returned to his aunt's house during the holidays.
But after studying for a few days, he found that fighting is more useful than magic in certain situations.
For example, stabilizing the out-of-control flying broom, or yesterday's big fight.
Everyone felt that if Vincent was present, he would definitely be able to slap the Slytherin on the opposite side who was making dirty tricks frequently.
Looking at Hagrid's large size, he felt that this kind of melee-focused wizard only needed to use three or two protective spells, and he probably would be able to overwhelm the entire audience by jumping into the crowd.
"Ah, this..." Hagrid touched his nose, "I've always done it directly."
Just with a body height of more than three meters, ordinary spells may not be able to play their due role.
"Vincent said he started fighting at the age of four—"
Ron said enviously: "As long as I have half his skills, the bastard Malfoy will never get better so quickly."
"Vincent?" Hagrid suddenly realized, "You mean Wayne!"
He looked at Harry, "I was supposed to go to their house, but then Dumbledore said that I had hugged you before, so he handed over your affairs to me."
Both boys imagined a picture in their minds.
Vincent's father with "well-developed limbs" and Hagrid who is as big as a troll?
Both Harry and Ron returned awkward but polite smiles.
Hagrid smiled brighter at them, "Actually, quite a few wizards know a little bit of Muggle fighting.
But most of them can't stand that kind of boring exercise method. After all, spells and potions have ways to temporarily enhance physical fitness. "
"Where's Professor Dumbledore? Has he ever studied?"
"Yes, he said that when he was young, he often went to Muggle military bases to see how those boys trained."
Harry and Ron, who opened their mouths wide, did not expect Dumbledore's way to be so wild.
It is indeed the strongest wizard in the world!
While chatting, Harry suddenly remembered what happened just now.
"What's the matter, Harry?"
"I got 10 points deducted today...".[-]
After hearing Vincent's guess, Hagrid's expression became somewhat unnatural, "Don't think too much, Snape can't target you."
"But he deducted only 5 points from Hermione and Seamus."
"Maybe he doesn't like people talking loudly..."
With an increasingly unnatural expression, he stood up abruptly, "By the way, I remembered that I still have things to do later!"
Harry and Ron exchanged glances.
They all knew that Hagrid must know something.
"Okay, you can come over anytime you are free."
The two people who walked out of the cabin had just returned to the Gryffindor tower when they saw Vincent sweating on a big sandbag.
"Are you back?" He walked aside and picked up a towel to wipe his face.
"this is……"
"Percy got it, he thought it would be of great use to the club."
Vincent reached out and patted the sandbag, "It's really good, at least I can stay until the end of this semester."
"That's good."
Harry and Ron's eyelids twitched slightly.
Just thinking about turning over a big sandbag in one semester makes my hands hurt.
"By the way, Harry." Vincent pulled him aside, "I know Snape..."
"My father knew him!"
"Shh-"
Vincent didn't say his second guess until Harry's mood stabilized.
"I don't know why Snape did this to you, but your father definitely had a lot of trouble with him."
"Like you and Malfoy?"
"No, it must be much more serious than ours."
Harry thought about it carefully, and found that it was really very possible.
The conflict between Vincent and Draco, to put it bluntly, is actually because they are unhappy with each other's background.
Snape's ability to go to Slytherin House meant that even if he wasn't pure-blooded, he should at least be mixed-blooded.
As one of the 28 pure-blood families, the Potter family would not have a natural conflict with him at all.
……
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