Chapter 10 Who is the criminal?

"Wes, don't you go to watch the Quididica game?"

Herge looked at Wes, who was paralyzed on the carpet, and asked curiously.

Since the last time, the warm and unique tree house in Higga has become a great place for Wes to relax.

He sometimes reads all kinds of books, or refined the potion completely, and whenever he feels tired, he will come here to rest.

Perhaps it is because the tree house is displayed with a variety of rare materials, even if it is just watching it quietly, it is enough to make people feel extremely satisfied.

However, every time I came to Wes, there will be a few bottles of quality of wine on Wes.

Hagrid picked up a bottle of red wine at will, and saw that his fingers gently pulled it, and the red wine was "shouted" and flew out.

He flooded into his mouth without saying a few words. Within a few sips, a large bottle of red wine was drank, and his dense beard still left the stars on the stars.

At this moment, the door made by the strong trees was pushed away, and Harry, Ron, and Hermione came in in a hurry and hot.

"Hagrid, Harry was almost killed today." Hermione shouted anxiously.

"That's right!" Ron also followed the harmony, his voice was full of nervousness.

Three people couldn't help yelling.

Hagrid stared at his small eyes that were still confused, and his face was full of blame: "What? What are you talking about? Why didn't I understand at all?"

The red wine bottle in his hand was not stable.

"Bang" fell on the ground, and the red wine in the bottle flowed out.

I was enjoying the teeth of Wes Massage. After hearing the sound, I rushed over immediately, and licked the red wine flowing to the ground with joy and greedyly.

Seeing this, Hagrid hurriedly bent down and picked up the red wine bottle, and said in his mouth, "Hey, your naughty little thing, this is a good wine, but you can't be wasted by you."

At this moment, his attention was completely dispersed on red wine and teeth.

"Red wine?" Hermione made his hips with both hands and asked with a serious look: "Hagrid, I remember clearly, today you should patrol it near the stadium, why do you hide at home at this moment!"

"Uh, this." Hagrid's small eyes turned sharply, with a clever movement, and slammed his head: "It is Wes that there is something to do with me, and the two of us are discussing important things. I am not absent from work for no reason."

It wasn't until this time that the three of them noticed Wase lying on the carpet.

"Professor Elvin !!" The three shouted in unison after looking at each other, but did not expect to meet the new professor here.

Weis waved his hand at will: "Don't care about me, you just don't exist."

"By the way, didn't you say that Harry was almost killed, what was going on?" Hagrid asked anxiously and asked quickly.

Hermione couldn't take care of his breath, clearly told the thrilling scene on the court in detail, and determined that Snape was the number one suspect.

"Impossible !!" After listening, Hagrid waved his hand and said loudly, "Professor Snape will never do something to hurt Harry."

"But he seems to hate me very much."

Harry frowned, and his face was wronged, obviously he believed Hermione's inference.

"That's right, I saw Professor Snape read the curse of Harry's flying broom. Later, after I burned his robe, the broom immediately returned to normal."

Hermione said anxiously, his expression was serious.

"Yes, it must be like this." Ron nodded hard, his eyes firmly attached.

Weis listened to their conversation and couldn't help but laugh out.

Hermione is like a proud swan, holding his head high, and said angrily: "Professor Elvin does not believe in my inference, but I have read several Holmes exploring sets. There will be wrong. "

"Look at those reasoning novels less." Wes shook her head helplessly.

Hermione couldn't help but stunned, apparently she didn't expect Wes to hear Holmes.

"I came from Muggle World, and these naturally knew." Wes said straight and said seriously.

Hermione was still unconvinced and sat next to Wes with his butt.

"Why don't you talk about Professor Snape?"

Harry came like a injured little deer, and came to Weis timidly, looking at him with the poor and prayer eyes.

"It's rare to be good." Wes sighed helplessly, and then sat up with her legs.

"First of all, Professor Snape is a potion master. Do you know what is a potion master?"

The three small faced each other and shook their heads together.

"Now in the magic world of the United Kingdom, the only potion master recognized is Professor Snape."

There is no mistake, one, one, one, one, one, one, one, one 619, one book, one, one, one, one, one, one, a book!

After listening to Wes's explanation, the three youngsters were so surprised that they widened their eyes, and her mouth unconsciously became a "O" type.

"It turns out that he is so amazing."

Although Harry does not know what the potion master means specifically, he knows that there is only one in the UK, which is enough to explain that Professor Snape's ability is extraordinary.

Hermione still said unconvincedly: "This can only show that Professor Snape has a deep accomplishment in potions, but this does not completely exclude his suspicion."

Ron nodded in agreement.

Wes sighed helplessly: "I really don't know why you have such a big prejudice against Professor Snape."

"Since Professor Snape is a master of potions, it would be easy for him to mix a deadly poison. Why did he curse Harry's broom in public? Wouldn't it be too easy to expose himself?"

Hermione had no way to refute for a while, because what Wes said was indeed reasonable.

"But, Harry's broom did have an abnormal condition at that time."

Hermione scratched her hair in frustration. A clue she had finally found was actually denied.

"That is, someone else cursed the broom, and Professor Snape actually read the counter-curse. He was protecting Harry in secret."

"Protect me? Professor Snape?" Harry looked incredulous and widened his eyes.

"The murderer is at the scene." Hermione said firmly, but then her eyes became confused again, "Who is it?"

The three little ones looked at Weiss with hope.

"How should I know." Weiss spread his hands helplessly, "I was not at the scene and did not witness the incident with my own eyes."

The three came with high expectations, but in the end they could only return disappointed.

"Wes, can you help them?" Hagrid's voice was a little choked, and he said with heartache, "Harry is a poor child."

"Isn't there Dumbledore? He has always been concerned about Harry."

"Yes, Dumbledore is still there." As a die-hard fan of Dumbledore, Hagrid firmly believes that Dumbledore can solve any problem.

After speaking, Weiss slumped down on the carpet again, relaxing his body, and continued to chat with Hagrid.