[HP] Walk in Thorns and Flowers

"Is he trying to show his excitement with the broom dance? He almost fell off the broom!" said Hagrid, all worried.

Christo looked up quickly—Harry seemed to be struggling with his broom, her face suddenly became very ugly, and Hermione and Ron also noticed.

"Could it be Flint's fault! He just bumped into Harry!" Ron said angrily, glaring at the Slytherin sitting on the other side of the field, Malfoy happily blew a long Tune.

"No—impossible!" Hagrid's voice was trembling. "Nothing can interfere with a broomstick except black magic! A child is impossible—impossible!" Crystal grabbed her wand tightly. , she looked at Hagrid, she found that Hermione took a deep look at herself, and then snatched Hagrid's telescope.

"I figured it out-" Hermione gasped, throwing down her binoculars and running up to the teachers' stands.

"Hermione!" Ron called to her, but she had already pushed away from the crowd and ran a long way.

Christophe didn't have the time to think about Hermione's eyes. She picked up the binoculars and looked at Harry—his face had turned pale, and he was struggling to grab the broom handle with one hand. The Weasley brothers were very far away from him. It was close, but every time they tried to pull Harry down, Harry's broom flew high.

"What to do? What to do?" Ron seemed to have discovered something, and he was circling around in a hurry.Almost all the students noticed that something was wrong with Harry. Even though Jordan had announced that Flint had scored 5 goals, there was no cheering or sighing at all. Everyone stared at Harry— —he could fall at any moment!

Suddenly, Harry flipped nimbly onto the broom, and he dodged the Bludger securely.

"Fortunately!" Ron breathed a sigh of relief, and sat down on the stands.

Thirty seconds later, Crystal yelled, almost weeping with joy, "Harry caught the Snitch!" She hugged Ernie tightly, bouncing and jumping.The cheers of the audience overwhelmed her voice, and Jordan couldn't help shouting loudly into the microphone, "Gryffindor won! 30 points to 170 points! Fendor wins!" Harry was thrown into the air by his teammates and the Gryffindors who jumped over the fence and ran into the field.

Twenty minutes later, when Harry, Crystal, Hermione, and Ron left, the entire Quidditch field was still boiling.They went to Hagrid's hut. Along the way, Christo couldn't help but praise how handsome Harry was riding the broom. Harry's face was so hot that he could fry an egg!When Ron mentioned Angelina, Crystal's eyes lit up like dew in the sun. "She's amazing!" she said in a wistful tone.Even the Weasley brothers she praised a few words regardless of past suspicions.Hermione teased: "Who said he didn't like Quidditch in the first place-ah, it must not be Harry, and Ron obviously didn't either-oh, I remembered, it was Kristall you!" Lisdo blushed: "I... I was just not interested before..." She spoke in a softer voice, and the other four laughed loudly.

"Come on! Come on! Quidditch is the most wonderful sport in the world! Come on!"

When they arrived at Hagrid's cabin, the atmosphere was not so cheerful, because after drinking a whole cup of strong tea, Hermione said very firmly: "Snape did it, he did it to Harry. Curse!"

"nonsense--"

"how is this possible!"

Kris gave Hagrid an extra look and said nothing.

"How could Professor Snape do such a thing?" Hagrid put down the teapot heavily.

Ron was eager to express his intentions: "It's him! I saw it - his eyes were fixed on Harry! His lips moved so fast! He's jinxing! You don't know Sne Poo hates Harry so much—”

"So what?" Christo asked a little unhappy.

"So what?" Ron was almost screaming. "He wants Harry to die! I forgot, you don't have to take Potions in your first year. If you are, you can take a good look at Stuart." Nep's face!"

"Ron!" Christo blushed with anger, she couldn't bear the slander of the professor she admired, she stood up abruptly, "If Professor Snape wants Harry to die, he doesn't have to go to such trouble , it's too easy—for a master of potions, it's too easy at all!"

Ron looked at her unwillingly, and he couldn't find any words to refute for a while.Harry sat on the side, looking at his friend, in a dilemma, to be honest, he believed it was Snape, no professor hated him more than him, but Christo—

Hermione tried to push Christo back to her position, but Christo shook off her hand. She stood there straight and said in a word: "Absolutely, impossible, yes, Snape, Professor!" Hermione sighed, looked into her eyes fearlessly, and said firmly: "However, when I lit Snape's wizard robe, Harry's broom returned to normal, and Chris Well, I know Snape is unusual for you, but—"

"But, Professor Snape doesn't like to see Harry very much? I know, I knew from the beginning..."

"He also wanted to be the professor of Defense Against the Dark Arts class. He has always disliked Professor Chino." Ron muttered softly.

Christo glanced at everyone's expressions, except for Hagrid, everyone was convinced, and her hands were tightly clenched in her long sleeves.

"Okay," she said, and Harry and Ron breathed a sigh of relief.

"No matter what you think, I still mean what I meant—" She turned her head to look at Harry, "If Professor Snape really wants to harm you, you have died countless times! I promise, he can definitely do it No one can suspect him. Goodbye, I want to go back to rest, Hagrid, thank you for the tea, very special biscuits." She opened the wooden door, and the cold wind came in all of a sudden, and several people in the room were shocked. I shivered.Without looking back, Chris closed the door gently.

Hermione watched Christo walking away alone from the window, and said with compassion, "Christo seems to be angry."

Ron snorted: "Don't care about her, she is Professor Snape's proud student, of course she will help him speak."

"But—" Harry, who had been silent all this time, opened his mouth, "I think what Christo said makes sense..."

"Harry!" interrupted Ron, "didn't you forget? He wanted to pass the big three-headed dog on Halloween!"

"How do you know Lu Wei!" Hagrid put down the teapot heavily, and looked at them seriously...

When Christo came out of Hagrid's cabin, she felt the heat from her whole body being blown away. She put her hands in her sleeves and walked towards Gryffindor Tower.She thought of the last flying lesson and felt a mess in her head.Her mind flashed Professor Snape's mean, stern face, and she shook her head instinctively.If Professor Snape wanted to kill her, it would be easier than killing ten Harrys. She stayed in the cellar one night a week.And who is it that cannot tolerate her, nor Harry, Malfoy?Don't be kidding, she always feels vaguely caught in a trap.

The common room was full of people, and everyone was immersed in the joy of victory. Christo just felt upset-she was as happy as them for the first half hour, but now, she had to fight coldly with her friends , she couldn't stand their firm tone, as if everyone except Professor Snape was kind and harmless.She walked back to the dormitory along the wall, took a pile of textbooks and walked to the library. She didn't want to see Hermione all day today - she couldn't refute her evidence.

The library was very deserted. Mrs. Pince was reading a book, and Christo glanced at it. It was Gildero's work.She threw a stack of books on the table with some vent, and Mrs. Pince just raised her eyelids and looked at her. Only a part of the information was checked, and there was also a restricted area.She hadn't stepped over with one foot - Mrs. Pince's feather duster slapped the tabletop a few times, and she said without raising her head: "Miss McMillan, don't let me kick you out."

Kristo returned to her original position embarrassingly.She was holding her quill, really not in the mood to do her homework.

Suddenly, she thought of someone.

If there is anyone who knows Hogwarts best, it must not be the four founders. If so, she can't find anyone now.Dumbledore, his age is not as long as the history of the school. If you want to find ghosts, it is not a wise choice. They are not taking an ordinary path. It is absolutely impossible for Christo to pass through the wall. possible to achieve.Then, there are only pictures.Especially portraits that have been idle for hundreds of years and talk a lot, such as Poggy.

When Christo stood in front of the portrait and poked Porgy awake, at least three passing Slytherins gave puzzled looks.But Porgy knew that Christo would probably make things difficult for him again.Sure enough, Christo took what he said—the restricted area, she was going to sneak into the restricted area.The Gryffindor lion cub was so reckless, that kind of place - he kind of regretted his quick talk.

"Don't try those black magic lightly." After thinking about it, he only spit out this sentence.

Christo turned her head and took a deep look, and said solemnly: "I swear in the name of Merlin, I will not cause you any trouble, thank you Poggy." She walked for a long time, and finally reached the legendary portrait of old gentleman holding a book forever in front of him.

"Hi, grandpa." She greeted respectfully, bowed, and then, she reached out her hand unceremoniously, and grabbed the book, and her whole body was sucked in.

Christo fell into a dimly lit classroom, all the windows were sealed tightly, only a burning candle was floating on her left hand, the candle light illuminated the gray floor, the incomplete Tables and chairs are stacked high on the walls on both sides, casting huge shadows.Christo patted the dust on her robe, walked towards the door, opened it, and there was the restricted area. She walked very lightly, for fear of disturbing Mrs. Pince in the library.She stopped suddenly—a large mirror with a golden frame reaching to the ceiling caught her eyes. It was different from these sundries. It seemed to be put here temporarily. On the top of it was engraved a line of words, Chris After squinting her eyes, she couldn't see clearly. She walked over and used a fluorescent flash to illuminate the words on it.

She suddenly froze and asked softly, "Who?"

There was no response in the huge room.Christo looked again carefully, the girl in the mirror was still smiling sweetly, showing a little arrogance in her expression, there seemed to be many people behind her, and she couldn't see clearly clearly.She holds a magic wand in her right hand, lying in front of her body, clearly in a fighting posture.

"Are you a ghost?" Christo tried to keep her voice as calm as possible. She didn't want to have a conflict at such a time. Mrs. Pince rushed in, and then she could only be fired.She waited for a long time before turning her head in doubt. Suddenly, she frowned—the classroom was empty, and there was no one at all.She turned her head to look in the mirror again, her eyebrows furrowed deeper and deeper—the girl had a face that was almost exactly the same as hers, but there was little childishness between her eyebrows and eyes, and her long hair was pulled up by gray-green long hairpins, revealing her fair complexion. At the neck, the plain black robe was draped over her body, giving off a somewhat tough aura.

Christo walked up and touched the mirror lightly. The hard and cold touch made her even more puzzled. She was almost sure that it was herself, but it was so different, age, height, no, none of these Importantly, she concentrated on it for a long time, but she still didn't see the reason.