Hogwarts time travel

Time has quietly entered November without knowing it, not only the castle, but even the forbidden forest in the distance is covered with a layer of gray-white ice and snow, rendering the whole world into a chilling world.

Quirrell's injury did not affect the daily life of the students, they still lived their lives step by step, especially on the eve of the Quidditch season, the whole castle was shrouded in suppressed excitement.

Although Harry had to complete the confinement that Filch deliberately made difficult for him every night after training, he still persevered. This perseverance made Loya admire him very much.

Seeing that the game was approaching, Professor McGonagall mercifully ended his confinement early, and by the way, Ron and Hermione were honored.

Wood has always regarded Harry as Gryffindor's secret weapon, but the news that Harry was going to be a Seeker was leaked out. An angry Wood lost his temper in the locker room, expressing that he would find the ghost and beat him up. a meal.

When Loya heard the news from Harry, he was a little dumbfounded, because he had seen Ron and Seamus bragging a while ago, saying that his best brother had become the youngest Seeker in Gryffindor.

The enemy is near!

"By the way, Loya, what have you been up to lately?" Harry suddenly asked with some doubts.

"Busy with this, busy with that, you know." Loya said vaguely and perfunctorily.

Question marks filled Harry's head, what do I know?I do not know how?

Loya had been missing frequently recently, and Harry felt that he must be doing something secretly.

But out of trust in his friend, Harry didn't ask too many questions.

The common room at night was messy. Although Harry still had a lot of homework in hand, his attention would soon be attracted by Seamus's wizard chess.

"Concentrate." Hermione tapped Harry's parchment. "You don't want to be thinking about your Charms homework while you're on the broom?"

"Yes." Harry withdrew his gaze with a bitter face, and exchanged a tacit glance with Ron.

"Why don't you ask Loya? It seems that he hasn't finished his homework?" Ron asked suddenly.

"Sorry, Mr. Detective, I disappointed you. I finished my homework that day." Loya said with a smile.

Ron and Harry gasped. Who would finish their homework that day?Could this be the introvert king that Loya was talking about?

To divert Hermione's attention, Harry immediately brought up something else.

"I should get that book back from Snape."

A while ago, Snape passed by during recess, and confiscated "The Magical Quidditch Ball" that Hermione had lent to Harry. The excuse was that "books in the library cannot be taken out of the school", and he also withheld it. five points.

It is worth mentioning that they were in the yard at the time, so they couldn't say they had left the school. Does that mean they couldn't leave the castle?

"Impossible." Ron concluded firmly, "You might as well imagine that the Golden Snitch will fly into your arms in tomorrow's game. That is more likely than this."

"Yeah." Hermione nodded, "Snape didn't like you in the first place, so it was useless to go."

"Yeah." Harry said dejectedly.

But he had another glimmer of hope, what if Professor McGonagall was there?Perhaps she would persuade Snape to return the book to him.

After all, it was Quidditch, and Professor McGonagall liked Quidditch the most, and Harry didn't watch it during class. Harry didn't think Snape would lie about it.

Harry still decided to ask, Ron and Hermione looked at him from a distance, as if watching a dead man.

Harry went downstairs to the staff room, where the professors schmoozed most of the time, and perhaps Snape was in there too.

Harry pushed the door open a crack, and saw the figures of Snape and Filch from inside.

It's over, Harry thought, with the most annoying two together, the book will never come back.

Losing the thought of returning the book, Harry suddenly noticed that Snape was injured, a bloody thigh, as if bitten by some kind of animal, and Filch was helping to bandage it.

"Damn it, how can you stare at three heads at the same time?" Snape said angrily.

Harry's scalp exploded, three heads!Could it be that three-headed dog?

Harry quickly withdrew his hand and tried to close the door, but Snape spotted him anyway.

"Potter!"

"I just want to know if I can get my book back."

"Get out!" Snape's face contorted, and Harry turned and ran in fright, all the way back to the common room.

"How is it?" Ron asked.

Harry was panting from exhaustion, while panting heavily, he explained what happened just now in detail.

"Do you remember when it was Halloween?"

Ron and Hermione nodded, while looking at Loya with resentment.

"What are you looking at me for?" Loya touched his nose in embarrassment.

"Maybe he just wanted to fish in troubled waters and pass through the three-headed dog that night, and we ran into it." Harry speculated.

"Maybe he wanted to check..." Loya also wanted to save Snape's avatar.

"Then why did he choose to go when everyone was heading to the lounge and there was chaos?" Harry asked with bright eyes.

"Maybe he was afraid that someone would sneak in..." Loya continued.

"I think," Ron said in solidarity, looking at Loya, "If it's true what you said, Snape is going to check, why did the three-headed dog bite him?"

Loya was speechless, and he was also very puzzled, could it be that Snape suddenly got his mind wrong and wanted to check the gender of the three-headed dog?

Why?

Luo Ya was also full of doubts, and he couldn't explain it clearly.

……

Early the next morning, Loya sat at the dining table, and next to him was Harry who was forcibly pulled up by him. The kid buried his head in the quilt, as if he wanted to suffocate himself to death.

Loya felt the same way. In his previous life, he also tried to suffocate himself in the quilt because he was afraid of going to school. It was similar to Harry's fear of not being able to play Quidditch well.

Harry sat there looking a little pale, he felt a little sick, he had never been so nervous in his life.

"You must eat a few mouthfuls of breakfast."

"I don't want to eat anything, thank you, Hermione."

"Then let's have some toast, today's toast is delicious." Hermione persuaded like a child.

"I'm not hungry," said Harry to his mother, no, to Hermione.

"For Merlin's sake, Roya, don't just eat too much, and persuade Harry." Ron almost piled the food on Harry's plate to the sky, but Harry just refused to eat. .

Loya swallowed the last bite of food, and sighed contentedly: "If you don't eat, Malfoy will see you fall off the broomstick because you are too hungry."

"By the way, Hermione, in the history of Quidditch, how many Seekers fell from the sky because of hunger?"

Hermione instantly understood what Loya meant: "Zero, I mean not one."

"Okay, okay." Harry smiled wryly and forked the food in front of him, which was almost piled up to the ceiling.