Chapter 34 The Competition and Harry's Discovery

The game was getting closer, and although Harry didn't care about what his companions said, his mood was getting more and more nervous, and the other team members were not very calm. The thought of beating Slytherin in the Academy Cup made everyone excited. In nearly seven years, no one has been able to beat them. However, with such an eccentric referee, can they succeed?

On the next day, Ryan, Ron and Hermione found a place in the stands. Neville, who was sitting next to him, wondered why they were holding their wands as if they were on the verge of an enemy.

Hermione had been chattering about the spells they might use for a while, and the tension was building up.

When the game was about to start, Ryan decisively interrupted Hermione who was thinking.

Look at the staff bench. Ryan pointed to where the teachers were sitting. Headmaster Dumbledore has also come out to watch the game, so there will be no safety issues today.

Hermione and Ron also saw Professor Dumbledore's iconic silver-white beard, and at the same time heaved a long sigh of relief.

The game started, and just as they were relaxing to watch the game, someone stabbed Ron in the back of the head. It's Malfoy.

Oh, sorry, Weasley, didn't see you there.

Malfoy grinned at Crabbe and Goyle.

I wonder how long Potter can stay on his broomstick this time? Anyone up for a bet? How are you, Weasley?

The big guys ignored Malfoy because everyone was concerned about Harry's condition. But Malfoy intensified, and finally Ron, who couldn't bear it, jumped on Malfoy and fell. And Ryan also hit Goyle with an immature stun spell.

After that, there was a melee, but fortunately, even the immature stun spell successfully made Gore temporarily lose his combat effectiveness. Lane, Ron, and Neville then fought Malfoy and Crabbe hand-to-hand.

At this time, in the air, Snape had just started his broom when he saw a golden thing swish past his ear, just inches away from him - and then Harry stopped diving. He raised his arm triumphantly, and the Snitch was gripped tightly in his hand.

The stands were boiling, it was going to be a new record, and no one can remember when the Snitch was caught so quickly.

Ryan, Ron! Where are you? The game is over! Harry wins! We win! Gryffindor is ahead! Hermione screamed, jumping on her chair and holding tight Hug Patil in the front row.

Ryan and Ron laughed as they watched each other's nosebleeds and blue eyes, before joining the festive crowd.

After nearly an hour, everyone finished the celebration and prepared to return to the castle, when Harry walked slowly from a distance.

Harry, where have you been? Hermione said sharply.

We won! You won! Ron shouted, patting Harry on the back, Malfoy all three were knocked unconscious, Ryan stunned Goyle with magic at first, and then we played three against two. You beat them, and everyone got just a little bit of an injury. Now everybody's waiting for you in the common room, they're having a party, and Fred and George stole some cake from the kitchen or something.

Don't worry about that, said Harry breathlessly. We'll find an empty room, and you listen to me tell you...

After Harry was sure Peeves was not in the house, he turned and closed the door, then told them about the interaction between Snape and Quirrell he had just seen and heard on the broom.

So, we should have been absolutely right, that thing was the Philosopher's Stone, and Snape wanted to force Quirrell to help him get that stone. He asked Quirrell if he knew how to overpower Lou Williams—and mentioned Quirrell. The 'secret trick' - I guess, besides Lu Wei, there are probably other agencies guarding the stone, probably a lot of magic witchcraft, maybe Quirrell cast some anti-black magic spells,

Snape needs to get them off-

You mean the Philosopher's Stone is only safe if Quirrell can resist Snape? Hermione asked in panic.

Ryan put a piece of ice on the swollen eye socket, raised his head and said, No, you can't be so arbitrary. What Harry heard was not clearly indicated at all, and it also sounded like Professor Snape found out. Quirrell is messing around, so he's warning him to keep his balance.

Forget it, said Ron. You can't think Snape is a good guy just because he's been scoring high on your homework lately. I don't think the potions that the Slytherins have boiled are as good as you, Snape. I gave them an O eccentrically.

Harry stood up. I feel a little confused when you say that. But I still think Nep tried to steal the Philosopher's Stone.

In the end, everyone passed the no-confidence motion against Snape with Biyi, but Ryan has always had reservations.

With reservations of course, so in Harry they were convinced that Snape wanted to steal the stone and Quirrell was the guardian. And doing something they thought would help stop Snape's conspiracy, Lane was just a silent audience.

It started with what Harry thought Quirrell was the last line of defense. The next time he met Quirrell on the road, he had to give him an encouraging smile. Ron also began to persuade people to stop laughing at Quirrell's stuttering. Ryan was completely speechless. Voldemort who didn't part with Quirrell would definitely regret it.

For Ryan, in addition to the questions related to the Philosopher's Stone, the most important thing during this time is to prepare for the final exam. After all, as a student, exams are still very important. For Hogwarts in particular, this is directly related to employment issues.

Hermione also began to prepare for the review of the final exam. When Ryan reviewed with her, she found that her notebook was densely marked with different colors and different content, and even formulated a strict review plan.

Under Hermione's chatter, Ryan kept revising his review plan, and honestly, he even thought it was a study plan. It is even stricter than the time schedule before the college entrance examination in my previous life. Just thinking that an 11-year-old girl can do this, Ryan could only bite the bullet and keep up out of face.

But Harry and Ron didn't care about that. When Hermione was nagging, a fretful Harry retorted:

Hermione, exams are still hundreds of years away.

Ten weeks, Hermione retorted, not hundreds of years, just a blink of an eye for Nicole LeMay.

But we're not six hundred years old either, Ron reminded her, and, anyway, why are you reviewing, you already know everything.

Why should I study? Are you crazy? Did you know that we have to pass these exams to get into second grade? They are very important, I should have started studying a month ago, I don't know when I was What's wrong.......

Ryan watched them quarrel, huddled in the chair and pretended to be transparent. Sure enough, the real academic bully not only learns well by himself, but also tries to make the scumbags learn well, although the scumbags often don't appreciate it.