Hogwarts Dark Lord Reserve

Just when Harry was chasing the Snitch angrily, the broom lost control and shook violently, taking Harry to rotate 360 ​​degrees up and down, left and right, as if he would not give up until he threw Harry down.

Harry could only hold on to the end of the broom tightly, lay down on his back and swayed with the broom, so as not to let himself be thrown.

Charlotte in the auditorium stood up and watched Quirrell leaning on the chair and pretending to be asleep. The head scarf covered the upper half of his face, his head was lowered, his lips moved slightly, and he cast spells silently without a wand. Professor, you have the ability, Putting it in the classroom is no better than using it against Harry Shane, alas, one professor of Defense Against the Dark Arts is really worse than one professor.

The crowd was divided into two factions, those who bet on Gryffindor and those who bet on Slytherin, both hoped that the other party would lose. Seeing that Harry was about to catch the Snitch, something went wrong with the broom, and he immediately threw the blame for Harry's accident For Slytherin, can't you afford it?

There was another round of hidden weapon war, shouting and cursing at each other, and many innocent people were smashed to the head.

"You people dare to do it but dare not admit it!"

"I recognize your uncle, it was clearly framed by you!"

Charlotte looked at "Hail of Bullets" and rolled her eyeballs, and waved her wand, Wadi Vasi!

All the objects in the air collectively rebelled, and the targets were unanimously smashed in the direction of Quirrell. When the cans hit Quirrell's head, Quirrell stopped chanting, raised his head in a trance, and saw a large number of soda cans, banana peels and even And shoes.

The whole person fell into a state of shutdown, how could this scene seem familiar.

This sentence flashed through his mind, and the next moment he was overwhelmed by the rubbish, which brought disaster to Professor Snape next to him. At the same time, Snape stopped reciting the counter-curse, shook his robe, and the pinch of small flames on the black Very prominent on the cloak.

Hermione under the seat saw that Harry's broom was no longer shaking, and slipped back quietly, hiding her achievements and fame.

Pity me, Professor Snape, who saved people and was burned, and my good intentions were treated like a donkey's liver and lungs. Who told you that your words and deeds are inconsistent, and I can only say one thing, you should!

Professor McGonagall watched Quirrell struggling out of the garbage dump. The smell of garlic mixed with garbage and stinky shoes was overwhelming. The people next to Xun silently stood aside. Professor McGonagall saw that Quirrell was fine. He turned his head and vented his anger on the audience.

"It's really shameful! Look at the good things you have done! After the game is over, you are not allowed to leave, you are only allowed to leave after cleaning, and you are not allowed to use magic!"

Professor McGonagall is Professor McGonagall. As soon as these words came out, no thorny head dared to speak out against this unambiguous professor, and shrank like a quail.

Now everyone was focused on the game, and Harry was not affected at all, and continued to chase the Snitch, but he had been vacillating for too long before, and he had long since lost sight of the Snitch.

When Harry saw it again, he was closely watched by the Slytherin's batter, and the two disturbed Harry frantically, while the Slytherin's Seeker flew all the way to the Snitch.

George and Fred rushed over to help and rescued Harry. Harry and the Slytherin Seeker chased after him. Harry, who was slightly faster, was about to catch the Snitch. slam.

Harry flew forward and fell off the broom, and the Snitch just happened to land in Harry's grown mouth.

Rolling around on the lawn for a few times, Harry coughed uncontrollably and spat out a mouthful of the Snitch. Harry was not seriously injured, and lifted the Snitch that was covered in his own saliva.

There was a loud cheer from the stands, which was in stark contrast to the students who were ashamed (lost their underwear) and the students.

Gryffindor won...

Jessica's eyes were dull, like a puppet without a soul, and she followed Charlotte in a daze to pick up trash. There were many people who looked like Jessica. After cleaning, the winner rushed to find Wes Lai twins.

It wasn't until she left the Quidditch pitch, Zhang Qiu and Cedric left, that Jessica broke out and hung on Charlotte, crying and howling.

"Wooooow, my life is miserable! Charlotte!"

"I know, I know, won't you have that little money if you save it?"

"What is that little money! It was saved by me for two months, and now it's all gone. I don't even have a few copper knuts, huh."

Charlotte covered Jessica's screaming mouth, there was nothing she could do about it, come on, why did you have such a good roommate as me?

"Stop screaming! Go to Weasley and the others later, and get my money back. Fifteen gold Galleons, you can take eight and go."

Jessica's mournful expression just now disappeared, and she smiled happily, raising her arms high.

"I love you the most,...but, if I hadn't placed a bet, my eight plus your eight would be sixteen glittering golds. It still hurts to think about it!"

With black hair, Charlotte pointed to Weasley, who was surrounded by the crowd, and signaled her to be sluggish. Jessica went straight to her Golden Gallon, and Charlotte rushed to the three people walking not far away. waved.

The three little ones have been circling around, glancing at Charlotte from time to time, not to make their intentions too obvious, and Charlotte took advantage of the opportunity to lure Jessica away.

Hermione came over with the hesitant Harry and Ron, and cut to the chase.

"Do you know Nick Flamel?"

"Why are you asking this?"

Of course Charlotte knew why they were asking, but she had to put on a show.

"Do you still remember the room we accidentally broke into last time, the three-headed dog monster inside!"

Harry was still wearing his Quidditch uniform, and he was out of breath. He was obviously dragged over by the two of them directly. Charlotte handed Harry a bottle of water. Harry thanked him and downed the bottle.

"Impressive and hard to forget."

"We went to Hagrid before. He said that he slipped his mouth and said the name Nick Flamel. When we asked again, he refused to say any more. He only said that there was Lu Wei guarding there. Absolutely No one will be able to break in."

Ron picked up on what Harry had said, and Hermione added.

"Lu Wei is that three-headed dog!"

"My God, why does Hagrid keep raising these vicious creatures? He also assured us that Lu Wei is very docile. God knows it almost killed Neville!"

When Ron thought of the ferocious three-headed dog, he still had lingering fears and said that even Norbert was seldom afraid. It was only because of the boy's love for dragons, and because Norbert was still young, that he dared to approach.

You probably don't know that Hagrid also keeps a colony of acromanders in the Forbidden Forest, Charlotte thought.

"Fortunately, Hermione was smart and thought of Norbert, and asked where the dragon egg came from. Hagrid said that a person had bet with him and asked him if he knew the weakness of the three-headed dog. Hagrid told that person directly. The dragon egg That's how it got it, those who want to get that thing already know the secret that Lu Wei will fall asleep when he hears music, that place is not safe!"

Ron was very excited, and his voice was raised a few degrees. He was poked by Hermione before he lowered the volume. Fortunately, everyone's attention was on the Weasley twins, and they happily shared the money.

"So what?" Charlotte asked.

"Of course it's to find out what's hidden below, and then protect it, so that Snape can't take it away!"

Harry said indignantly, today he had an accident with his broom, and Hermione told him that it was Snape's fault for something out of his control, and he was so angry that his mouth twisted.

"We have been searching in the library for several days. We have searched all kinds of books about famous historical figures, but we have not found Nick Flamel."

Speaking of this, Hermione was a little discouraged, and tapped her little head, regretting why she didn't read more books...

If the two scumbags, Harry and Ron, knew what Hermione was thinking, they might cry in their arms. The two of them together couldn't compare to Hermione's speed of reading books and finding information.

Charlotte pondered for a while, when did Harry and the others know it was the Sorcerer's Stone?Forget it, it doesn't make much difference to say it now, anyway, it won't be long before Hermione can answer it.

"Aha, it's okay for me to tell you, but you have to promise me one thing."

Charlotte didn't have the slightest intention of defending Snape's daily life, after all, they wouldn't listen if he explained it, so why waste his tongue.

"whats the matter?"

The three little ones spoke in unison.

"After you know it, you can't do it yourself to investigate. You have to report this matter to the professor. This is not something that a first-year student should do."

"We promise!"

Hermione responded immediately, and Harry and Ron, who were later on, also nodded.

"It's the Philosopher's Stone. This is Nick Flamel's most famous alchemical creation. If there is anything Nick Flamel hides on the third floor, it must be the Philosopher's Stone. I think you've all seen it. In Chocolate Frog Deng Bullido's card."

Charlotte gave the answer very happily, Ron opened his eyes wide, and memories emerged in his mind. He has collected hundreds of Dumbledore's cards, and he has read the descriptions in them no less than a thousand and eight hundred times.

"Albus Dumbledore, recognized as the greatest wizard of our time, defeated the dark wizard Grindelwald in 1945. Discovered twelve uses of dragon blood, and partnered with Nicole Flamel in alchemy. "

Ron read this passage angrily, angrily punched the wall, resentful for those days when he was studying hard in the library, however, the punch was too hard, and the pain from his hand made Ron collapse A b-face.

"What is the Philosopher's Stone?"

Harry, who ignored his little playwright friend, asked a soul question.

"A jewel that can make an elixir of life and turn a stone into gold."

The word "immortality" did not attract people's attention. Instead, it was the touchstone that attracted Ron. The word "immortality" did not appeal to young people. Now Ron was full of energy and wanted to touch a piece of gold with the Philosopher's Stone.

"Anyway, that's it, I have one more question."

Charlotte interrupted the three little ones with different expressions, and pointed to the five Gryffindor students holding cleaning tools behind them. They looked at the Slytherin students really badly.

"What did they do, to be ordered to clean up during a Quidditch match?"

"They said that Snape was an old bat and it got to Snape's ears, and then it was a tragedy. If you ask me, he did it on purpose, so they can only stay here on the day of the game to clean up."

Harry shrugged and agreed with Ron's words, so targeting Gryffindor students, it's no wonder that Harry's three little ones think of Snape whenever something bad happens.

Charlotte sighed and shook her head.

One of the inextricable points of the conflict between Gryffindor and Slytherin is that our professor's combat effectiveness was badly evaluated by all the students in a college, and then he hated the house and brought the Slytherin students.

But who can blame this?In the final analysis, it is the cause created by the previous generation that has the current effect.

Charlotte glanced at Harry, who was ignorant and ignorant, and said goodbye to several people.