[HP] Being a problem student at Hogwarts

Both of them knew what "three heads" meant, but they didn't say anything. The timing was not good. Harry had to compete tomorrow. He was already nervous enough. There was no need to add another layer to him. Worry.

Snape being bitten by the three-headed dog guarding the corridor may not be a particularly shocking event - at least it is not as shocking as Snape being bitten by a first-year student. Even in the Muggle world, the news of being injured by his own large dog There are countless more, not to mention raising more dangerous magical creatures? 7K妏揩

But Harry and Ron have always believed that Snape was a villain. If they knew it now, they would definitely think wildly, and Harry would not be able to sleep well tonight.

In fact, even if Harry didn't know how Snape got hurt, he didn't get a good night's rest. The look on Snape's face when he saw Snape's injured leg always lingered in his mind.

The next morning it was clear and cold. The restaurant is filled with the enticing smell of grilled sausages. Hermione was busy coaxing Harry to eat more breakfast.

But Harry couldn't eat anything. He felt terrible, as if a lead ball had landed heavily in his stomach. For a moment he thought he wouldn't be able to compete because he would throw up as soon as he got on the broom.

However, it is easy to reject the concerns of friends, but the kindness of classmates with whom we are not so familiar is hard to refuse——

"Harry, you need to keep your energy up," Seamus said, eagerly slathering ketchup on the sausage on Harry's plate. "The Seeker is always the person the opponent is focused on guarding against."

"Thank you, Seamus." Harry said with a stiff smile, forcing himself to take a bite, feeling like he wanted to vomit even more.

Tom munched the sausage mechanically on the side, trying not to pay attention to the gossipy looks cast by the little badgers when Snape limped towards the teacher's desk.

Tom wished he could rush up to the fourth floor right now and take the three-headed dog down for a walk to prove his innocence - if he wasn't invincible.

By eleven o'clock, the stands around the Quidditch stadium were already crowded. The seats were raised into the air, but sometimes it was still difficult to see the whole place clearly. There were too many people not sitting in their seats honestly, and some people made huge selfies. Banners, colorful flags, college mascots, etc. were waved enthusiastically. Everywhere you looked, there were shaking heads and cheering objects blocking the view.

"Are there so many people in the school?" Tom said in disbelief, "I haven't felt this way in the hall yet. With this number of people now... will senior students be taught the art of bodywork so that they can watch the game from all angles?"

Hermione actually thought about it seriously and said, "The book didn't say that Hogwarts offers this course. Maybe we can ask the professor for advice then."

"Clone technique? Sometimes I really wonder what unrealistic fantasies Muggles have about wizards." Ron said.

"A wizard said 'unrealistic fantasy'!" Tom laughed, "Ha! For Muggles, wizards themselves are unrealistic fantasies. If you want to know, I will send you some fairy tale books when you go home. for you."

Ron was not interested in reading. He pointed to Neville, Seamus and Dean in the top row and said, "Look!" he read, "Potter will win."

"Oh." Hermione was very moved by the friendship of the boys. She hurriedly climbed up and cast a spell on the banner they had transformed from dirty sheets, so that the words "Potter Must Win" on the banner and the grid below The Lanfondo lion flashes different colors.

"Tom!" she called over her shoulder.

Tom had no choice but to take out his wand and recite a newly learned compound spell under the expectant eyes of all his classmates. Then the lion suddenly raised its head and let out a deafening roar toward the sky: "Ouch!"

"Okay!" Hermione took the lead in applauding and asked him quietly, "But...there's something wrong with this lion's cry, isn't it?"

"It's great that he didn't meow," Tom said with a straight face.

Amidst the laughter, players from both sides appeared.

"Listen, I hope everyone plays the game fairly and honestly." Mrs. Hooch, as the referee, stood in the center of the court and said to the players on both sides.

"This is the first official large-scale competition since the reform of flying at Hogwarts. I hope you will compete with your level and style and set a good example for the younger students." Mrs. Hooch sternly shot every participant , "Any player who violates the rules will be punished."

Her eyes seemed to say, "Don't let me remember you."

After intimidating the students, she softened her tone and said, "Please everyone ride on the broomstick."

With Mrs. Huo Qi's loud whistle, the players from both sides stood up from the ground and rose high into the sky - the game began.

"The Quaffle was immediately snatched by Gryffindor's Angelina Johnson - what an excellent chaser that girl is, and she's also very charming -"

Li Jordan's explanation immediately received an angry shout from Professor McGonagall.

"I'm sorry, Professor." He immediately returned to his seriousness and introduced the game at a fast pace, "A beautiful pass was given to Alia Spinnet, a talent discovered by Oliver Wood with his keen eye. She also played last year. Just a substitute - the ball was passed to Johnson again, and then - oh no, Slytherin snatched the Quaffle, and Slytherin's captain Marcus Flint got the Quaffle and ran away - —”

Tom was overwhelmed. The speed at which the Quidditch team flies is completely different from the speed at which they, as beginners, fly during flying lessons. If the speed limit in their flying class was 5 kilometers per hour, then the flying speed in the competition now was like driving on an empty highway.

He couldn't tell who was among the little people flying rapidly in the stadium. He only saw balls of various colors flying around, and Jordan's commentary was getting faster and faster in his ears, mixed in with the crowd. The audience's noise sounded like "chirpy, chirp, chirp, chirp".

But the atmosphere in the arena was very infectious. Tom quickly learned the correct way to watch the game: whenever he heard "Gryffindor scored!", he cheered with his classmates; when he heard "Slytherin scored!", he sighed together.

Slowly, Tom caught up with the speed and saw more clearly, and even recognized that the shortest one among them was Harry.

"Borrow light, borrow light, give way."

"Hagrid!" Several nearby students greeted the big caretaker and squeezed each other to make room for him to sit.

"I was just watching it in my hut." Hagrid slapped the telescope hanging around his neck with his big hand. "But the atmosphere there is different from watching the game in the crowd. The Snitch is nowhere to be seen, is he?"

"I didn't see it," replied Ron, who knew the most about football. "Harry doesn't have much to do yet."

"As long as you don't get into trouble, you're lucky," Hagrid said, raising his binoculars and starting to look for Harry.

The competition became more and more intense. When Harry and Slytherin's seeker were rushing towards the golden stream of light, Marcus Flint even aimed at Harry and bumped into him. He would rather commit a foul than stop him——

"Foul!" the Gryffindors booed him loudly.

The foul was so obvious that Mrs. Hooch was furious. She scolded Flint angrily for a while, and then gave Gryffindor a free kick.

Flint hovered in the air disapprovingly, grinning widely, and did not regret at all because of Mrs. Hooch's scolding - the Golden Snitch disappeared again, and Harry Potter missed the opportunity.

Lee Jordan once again forgot his neutral status as a commentator and loudly cursed this "despicable cheating behavior", "disgusting" and "simply murder". Snape cast dark glances several times.

The game continued.

I don't know if Slytherin's illegal tactics just now angered Harry. He was twisting and turning in the air, twitching and twisting his broom crazily, jumping around the entire arena, even worse than a Bludger. Rampage, rising higher and higher, higher and higher...

"Is Harry showing off his skills?" Dean asked in confusion, "Or is this a new tactic? To disrupt the entire field?"

"If I didn't know him so well," Hagrid muttered, watching Harry carefully through the telescope, "I would have thought he couldn't control his broom, but he can't..."

But soon everyone realized something was wrong. Harry's broom began to roll and roll, and Harry even had only one hand left to hold the broom handle, hanging in the air.

"Oh my God!" Hermione shouted, scratching her face in horror, "What to do!" She looked around, as if expecting a fairy godmother to suddenly pop up and solve the problem.

"Don't be afraid," said Tom, who was calmer than her. "The ground was enchanted by Dumbledore himself, so you won't get hurt if you fall."

Harry seemed to have remembered it, and he simply let go of the broom as it twisted even more crazily, and quickly fell down as everyone screamed.

Something more thrilling happened——

Suddenly all the balls on the field lost control, aimed at Harry, and then roared past!

There was a loud "bang", and amid the screams of the audience, Harry's uniform suddenly inflated like a tough inflatable jacket, firmly protecting Harry inside. Withstood all impacts——

Harry landed safely.

He even really did what Mrs. Huo Qi described, as if he fell on his soft and elastic bed, and bounced several times.

The Gryffindors and Madam Hooch swooped down on him, and Harry struggled to get out of his inflatable uniform, retching several times and gleefully holding up the snitch.

"We won!" His green eyes sparkled in the sun.

The next moment, he was thrown to the ground by other players and became the bottom one in the stack.