days at Hogwarts

Chapter 90 Harry: Snape wants to harm me!

Today is a rare fine weather, the dark blue in the clouds is washed clean by the clear sunlight, showing a cotton-like white color.The sun is hidden in the clouds, emitting a slightly bright light.

The skylight shone through the window into the Charms classroom, making Professor Flitwick's white beard shine brightly.

Professor Flitwick stepped on a pile of thick books, barely supporting the desk, but this did not affect his joyful speech in the slightest.

"The Lockpicking Curse is a classic spell. Around the 17th century, the wizard Eldon Esriquel learned this spell from an old African wizard and brought it back to England. Open the hole] replaced the time-honored [Sesame Open the Door] and became the classic lock-picking spell.”

The little wizards chatted in whispers, and traveled to mysterious and backward countries to bring back the magic spell that changed the magic world. This experience made them feel fresh.

"I also want to go to Africa for a study tour after graduation." Seamus put his hands on the desk, as if he was about to leave soon.

"It is said that they don't ride brooms, but ride something called a flying carpet." Harry saw everything about Quidditch from "The Magical Quidditch Ball".

"If only I could discover the magic spell handed down like this Esriquel. They will write my name on the textbook and draw it on the chocolate frog card." Ron looked up, already imagining Such a scene.

As long as his mind is not on the chessboard, he is still a childish and pushy 11-year-old kid.

Hermione couldn't help rolling her eyes, "As long as you've previewed a bit, you won't be able to say something like 'Imagine being like Esriquel'. "

Professor Flitwick's voice sounded at the right time, "Of course, Ethrikel became a famous robber through this, and was sentenced to more than ten years in prison..."

Ron kept his mouth shut, he didn't want to be a thug.

"The unlocking spell also indirectly contributed to the invention and popularity of the locking spell. As a corresponding spell, we will learn these two spells at the same time..."

After talking about the interesting part, Professor Flitwick began to talk about the boring history of the spell, its influence, and related laws and regulations.

Little wizards hated this part of the content the most, and it was more acceptable to them if Professor Binns told them, because they could sleep in History of Magic class, but not in Charms class.

Professor Flitwick began to chant a long list of theoretical knowledge, and the people below began to be distracted.

Some people stared unfocusedly at Professor Flitwick who was lecturing.Some people stared at the "Standard Spells: Elementary" on the table, looked at the name of the author Miranda Gosack, and wanted to stare at the flowers from these letters.

Only a few young wizards who were close to Professor Flitwick had to listen carefully to the class.

On the right side of the podium, Loren and his group are sitting here, killing time with boredom, folding book corners, and drawing messy shapes on parchment.Only Hermione carefully took notes against the content of the preview.

Loren was thinking about the rune that isolated the space, and his little hand unconsciously folded the corner of the book into a roll, and then smoothed it out.After repeated several times, I finally tore off the corner of this page.

Looking around, he found that no one was paying attention to him, so he put the torn piece of paper back to its original place, "[repair it]"

Turn the page and look back and forth.Loren nodded with satisfaction, very good, just like new.

Next to it, Harry was telling Ron about the Quidditch Tournament, the next match between the Gryffindor team and the Hufflepuff team.

"As long as we win this one, we can outscore Slytherin and win the House Cup." Harry suppressed his excitement and his voice.

"This is the first time in seven years!" Ron exclaimed

"Ah."

Loren joked: "Harry Potter, the youngest Seeker in history, helped Gryffindor lift the trophy in the first year of enrollment. Every year after the admission of little wizards, your name will be circulated, Hermione There will be a section dedicated to your deeds in the "Hogwarts: A School History" that you read."

Such a compliment made Harry a little ashamed, and an uncontrollable smile appeared on the corner of his mouth.

Even his mood improved a lot. After returning to school next school year, he had nightmares for two consecutive nights.

At first, Mom and Dad disappeared in a sudden green light, and at the same time there was a loud voice giggling.There seemed to be a scene of a castle with some trees behind it, but he couldn't recall the specifics.

There is no class this afternoon, and the weather is fine, which is a good day for the team to train.

After eating, Harry didn't rest long in the common room before he was dragged to training by Wood.

People go there with a smile and a smile, and come back exhausted at night.

The twins were with Harry, helping each other back.

It was rare to see the eternally energetic twins drained of energy, their hair wet with sweat and clinging tightly to their scalps, their faces pale and looking terribly embarrassed.The three of them spread out on the soft chair for a long time, not even wanting to move a finger.

The people around gathered around and asked what happened.

The three of them didn't have the energy to answer their questions, so they took a long rest before recovering.

"Damn it, I don't think I'm as tired as I am today after playing Quidditch for two years." George complained feebly.

"Me too, Wood wants to win the championship like crazy, he is becoming a training madness." Fred agreed.

Harry was younger than them, and he was a little malnourished before coming to Hogwarts. After half a day of high-intensity exercise, his voice became weaker, "Although I am very tired, I support Wood. Only in this way can we win the House Cup championship." Slytherin."

"Yeah, at the cost of our lives," George moaned.

"Come on George, we should go take a shower."

The two stood up tremblingly, supported each other and walked away.

With Ron's support, Harry went to wash slowly and steadily.

Loren clicked his tongue, young Harry, even if you come last in Quidditch, at the end of the semester you will still have free points to make you the champion.

Hermione couldn't see Loren's mischief, so she slapped him on the arm.

The horrific training continued, the twins suffered unspeakably, but Harry enjoyed it.

In the Potions class on Friday morning, Snape seemed to recall that no points were deducted before the holiday. In the first Potions class of the next school year, he deducted 20 points from Gryffindor in one breath, which is equivalent to the previous month. Fraction.

The reasons are: the potion made by Neville is pink, the potion made by Heloise Midgen is purple, and Harry and Ron at the table next to them did not remind them when they did something wrong .

After class, a group of Gryffindors were walking along the courtyard-side corridor.

"Damn it! This old bat just wants to keep Slytherin's house cup by deducting Gryffindor points." If Snape appeared in front of Ron now, he would definitely spit on Snape's oily head .

Loren breathed the slightly humid air. Seeing Snape's angry look, he guessed that Dumbledore might have teased Snape. He was regarded by Harry as a suspect who wanted to steal the Sorcerer's Stone. Snape became angry and implicated Grid ryffindor.

Neville kept his head down, his mood was as bad as the gloomy, cloud-covered weather outside.

Gryffindor deducted points because of him again, and he was the reason why Snape deducted points the most, and his friends were also deducted points because of him.Neville was a little out of breath under the gloomy sky.

The snow has not yet melted, and the cold wind is howling outside the castle.

"Because of this, it's even more important to show them the win!" Harry said loudly, but instead he was inspired to punch the Slytherins in the face with the house cup.

As if responding to Harry's words, it began to rain heavily outside.The weather in the UK is always so unstable, the first two days were sunny and sunny.

Loren looked at the heavy rain, "Someone's training is going to fail."

Unexpectedly, Harry was dragged away by the twins at the door of the Gryffindor common room.

George and Fred each said:

"Come on, our Seeker."

"Wood said you can't stop training on a rainy day."

The two exclaimed in unison: "Poor Quidditch players!"

The three disappeared from Loren's sight.

At noon, the three of them reappeared on the long table in the restaurant, all wet.

The twins looked tired, stuffing bread and meat steaks into their mouths with no expression on their faces.Under the table, the corner of the magic robe left a series of watermarks on the floor.

So did Harry, only he looked less depressed and actively eating.He's happy to train in the rain, which helps win games.

In addition, Harry also found that every time after training, when he was exhausted, he always slept soundly without having nightmares.

Hermione strongly disapproved of such behavior, she raised her eyebrows and reprimanded them, "You guys will catch a cold, so can't you wait for the rain to stop before training?"

The little witch took out her wand to deal with their wet clothes, and Loren also took out her wand.

The twins waved their hands to reject the kindness of the two, and the voices of the two sounded a little more energetic:

"Don't waste your time."

"We have to go to the stadium later."

"what?"

Hermione screamed, she really couldn't accept this kind of training method that damages the body, "I don't know if you can win the competition like this, but if you catch a cold, you will definitely win Madam Pomfrey's scolding!"

"Take it easy, good Hermione."

"We'd love to taste the pick-me-up!"

The twins ate, came back to life, and were even in the mood for a joke.

The Refreshing Potion is a potion that can treat common colds. After drinking it, the wizard will usually have white smoke coming out of his ears like a train boiler for the next few hours, which is very attractive to the twins.

Wizards and Muggles have a very different concept of health, which is due to the fact that they can easily treat diseases that Muggles seem to be intractable.

Harry and the twins didn't even return to the lounge after eating, and ran towards the Quidditch pitch again in the heavy rain.

The rain had left a trail of wet streaks on the corridor, and Filch would have wanted to hang them up and beat them if he saw it.

Hermione looked at the three walking away, and said angrily, "I just remembered a very useful waterproof charm and forgot to tell them."

Loren patted the little witch on the shoulder and said comfortingly, "Don't worry, this is Hogwarts."

This is Hogwarts, so it's not a big deal if you have a cold.

Harry, who was willing to train, sat in front of the fireplace when he came back at night, staring blankly at the flames.

The friends noticed Harry's anomaly and sat around.

Ron asked, "What's the matter with you? You look terrible."

"Don't talk to me yet." Harry needed to calm himself down.

Afterwards, Harry told several people that Snape had maliciously become the referee for the next Quidditch match.

Hermione and Ron suddenly thought that during the previous Quidditch match, Snape cast a curse on Harry. If Hermione hadn't set his robe on fire in time, Harry would have fallen off the broom.

This time Snape was the referee, and he was able to jinx Harry from a much closer distance on the field.

"He wants to use the referee's convenience to murder you!" Hermione reasoned out this terrifying conclusion.

Loren looked strange, not knowing whether to smile, "Maybe this time you can set his robe on fire in front of the whole school."

"That must be cool." Ron was distracted by Loren, imagining that scene.

"Don't be kidding!" Hermione slapped Loren on the back, no matter what time.

She turned to look at Harry, "Stop playing."

Ron said, "Just say you're sick."

Hermione thought of a more specific suggestion, "Pretend to break your leg."

Loren also gave advice, "I can really break your leg, very quickly, and it won't hurt at all."

Hermione looked at Loren, her brown eyes scrutinizing his face, unable to tell whether he was joking or really suggesting.

Harry rejected the suggestions, "I can't do this, there is no substitute Seeker in the team. If I quit, Gryffindor won't be able to play."

"Ah~"

Except for Loren, several people sighed together and worried about how to deal with Snape.

Just then Neville stumbled into the lounge, his legs glued together.

A few familiar young wizards noticed this situation and thought that Neville had fallen into some magical trap or drank some potion.

Magic traps were set up in some places in the castle, and from time to time, little wizards in the lower grades were caught. As for the potion, it might be Snape's punishment.

Everyone laughed, wondering how Neville had hopped all the way up the Gryffindor tower like a rabbit.

Recognizing that it was under the Leg Locking Curse, Loren took out his wand and lifted the spell.

Neville's legs parted, and he stood up tremblingly, wiping the liquid from his eyes and nose with both hands in embarrassment.He tried his best not to cry.

"What's going on?" Loren asked as he helped him to sit down in front of them.

Hearing this question, the ridicule from others on the road, and the hard work of climbing up the tower all turned into grievances, and Neville couldn't hold back his tears anymore, "It's Malfoy..., Malfoy and his two brothers... Well, Crabbe and . . . ”

Neville's words were broken and his words were a little unclear, "They said they've been looking for someone to practice that spell..."

The following words were not finished, and a few people thought of Neville's appearance just now and already knew the follow-up.

"Too much!" Hermione's face flushed with anger, and she urged Neville, "Go to Professor McGonagall and sue them."

Ron and Harry echoed the thought.

Neville shook his head, choked up and said, "I don't want to cause trouble..."

Several people persuaded and persuaded him, hoping that he would have the courage to teach Malfoy and his followers a lesson.

"I have no courage, I am not worthy of being a Gryffindor. I have no courage..." Neville kept repeating this sentence.