Chapter 27 Quidditch Competition Part 1

Ryan is completely unfamiliar with Quidditch matches. Obviously, what you get from watching movies is completely different from the real world.

So when the classmates around him were discussing Quidditch, Ryan would have an inexplicable embarrassment standing next to him. But it was also Quidditch-blind Hermione who found a solution: She borrowed a book called Quidditch Origins from the school library.

This book is not boring to read, and it introduces almost everything related to Quidditch. For example, there are 700 types of fouls in Quidditch, and they all occurred in a World Cup match in 1473 (what happened in that match?);

Seekers are usually the smallest and fastest players, and the worst Quidditch accidents seem to happen to them; (yes, it turns out that Harry gets injured basically every year. Lane rants.)

Although deaths are rare in Quidditch matches, referees are said to often disappear without a trace, only to appear in the Sahara a few months later. (This is the revenge of the black whistle)

Fortunately, with this book, Ryan can finally exchange this topic with his classmates as a cloud fan.

Quidditch was an important thing at school, but for a non-athlete like Ryan, other things were important too. During this period of time, he ran to the greenhouse almost every day when he had free time to exercise his ability to cultivate and control magical plants. This makes Professor Sprout very happy, because most students don't like to deal with dirt and dirt.

Professor Sprout also told Lane that if he can maintain this attitude, he will have absolutely no problem getting into his N.E.W.T class.

In addition to this, Ryan also practiced spells and potions with Hermione. To practice the spell, they made some gadgets.

For example, Hermione used magic to create a bright blue flame that could be carried around. Lane, on the other hand, turned an empty jam jar into a brass hand warmer, carrying the flame with him for warmth, and the wet and cold winters in the Scottish Highlands are really uncomfortable, especially when you need to leave the room.

The day before Harry's game, Ryan and Hermione decide to go cheer on Harry, and they meet Harry and Ron in the yard. So the four of them formed a circle back-to-back, chatting while warming up with the brass hand warmer that they had conjured.

At this moment, Snape passed through the yard. Harry noticed at a glance that Snape was limping.

He was a little allergic to Snape, so he lowered his head and tried to pretend he wasn't here anymore. Unfortunately, Harry's guilty gesture caught Snape's attention. He limped over, as if looking for a reason to give him a lesson.

What do you have in your hand, Potter?

It's Quidditch. Harry showed him.

Library books are not allowed out of school, Snape said. Give it to me. Five points from Gryffindor. He made up a rule. Harry looked at Snape Pu limped away, muttering indignantly.

Don't know what happened to his leg? I don't know, but I hope he hurts enough, said Ron gloating.

But there was a game tomorrow and Harry needed this book to relax. After finishing her homework, Hermione gave Harry the Quidditch Origins book she had borrowed.

Harry read the book for a while, feeling a little uneasy. Thinking of Mrs. Pins, who was holding a feather duster in the library and angrily reprimanding those classmates who didn't cherish books, courage suddenly surged in her heart.

Why should he be afraid of Snape? So he stood up and said to the others that he was going to ask Snape if he could return the book to him.

You're brave, Harry, and good luck, Ryan said and patted him on the shoulder.

After Harry crawled out of the passage, Ron looked at Harry's back and said, I won't go if I change it.

' Ryan and Hermione nodded in agreement.

After almost ten minutes, Ryan and the others were discussing a question about how to reduce the deduction of points in the potions class next time. Harry crawled in from the entrance a little embarrassed.

Ryan looked at the panting Harry and asked, What happened?

Harry said in a low voice, I just saw Snape's leg bloody and bloody, and Filch drugged him. He said, how could you possibly be looking at three heads at the same time?

Then Harry paused, waited for them to digest the information and said, You know what that means thousand? On Halloween, he wants to pass that big three-headed dog! When we saw him, he Going there - he's looking for the thing the Big Dog is guarding! I'll bet on my broomstick that he let the troll in to distract people!

No—he won't, said Hermione quickly. I know he's not very nice, but he's not going to steal something that Dumbledore has kept strictly.

To be honest, Hermione, you always think that all teachers are saints, but I think Snape would do such a thing. Ron said bluntly.

Ryan interjected: But there is a doubt, Snape is the dean of Slytherin, he should know what is in the school. Besides, as a professor at Hogwarts, he is also a potion master. , I don't think he's missing anything. Besides, last time we saw that dog attacked everyone who went in indiscriminately. So the wound can only prove that Snape may have been in the house, not that he wants to steal something .

Well, you might be right, Harry said. I went to bed, and I have a game tomorrow. With that, Harry staggered upstairs.

Hermione stared at Ryan. Do you really think Professor Snape wasn't a thief?

I don't know. Ryan spread his hands and shook his head. But there is no definite evidence now. These few findings alone cannot confirm that Professor Snape did something bad.

After sitting for a while, the two of them who had no intention of reading, said goodnight to each other and went to bed separately.

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The next morning was sunny and cold. The restaurant was filled with the tantalizing smell of grilled sausages, and everyone chatted happily in anticipation of a good Quidditch match. Ryan also began to feel happy because of this atmosphere, just as excited as going to the sports meeting at the elementary school in his previous life.

Walking to the auditorium, Ryan found that the others had arrived, and Hermione was persuading Harry, the only unhappy person at the long table, who seemed to be stretched out because of his nervousness.

You must have a few bites of breakfast.

I don't want to eat anything.

Have some toast, Hermione coaxed.

I'm not hungry.

Ryan walked over: Exercise is very exhausting, you can't fly hungry.

At this time, Seamus also came out to help: Harry, you need to maintain strong physical strength, the Seeker is always the one that the opponent focuses on guarding against.

Thank you, said Harry, watching Seamus slather his sausages with ketchup (the British feel like they need ketchup for everything).

When it was almost eleven o'clock, everyone went to the stadium, and the game was about to start.