[HP] warm

Voldemort, not that hapless Professor Quirrell.

"Professor Quirrell," Harry stood up slowly, leaning against the wall, not wanting to appear so useless in front of others.As for the safety issue, looking at the portraits on both sides of the corridor, Harry felt that Quirrell needed to worry about this issue more than himself.

"Mr. Potter, very, very glad to see you here." Quirrell asked not very fluently, if he hadn't been hiding so far from Harry, his words seemed somewhat sincere.

It should be Quirrell who is talking now. Harry felt that his scar didn't hurt so much, so he blinked and looked at Quirrell, and found that he looked much more haggard than before, presumably after losing the Ravenclaw crown. His master punished him no less.

What had he come to Snape for?Harry thought vigilantly, it is definitely not a good thing to think about it with his knees, he is either asking about the level or looking for a potion for recovery, so Harry immediately put on a curious look of a child, "Good afternoon, Professor Quirrell, you too Was it for Professor Snape? He doesn't seem to be in the office."

"You, you came to find Snape too?" Quirrell was much more surprised to hear that Harry came to find Snape than he was surprised to hear that Snape was not there, and looked very anxious.

"Well, I've had a terrible headache recently. Madam Pomfrey said that Professor Snape's medicine is more effective than the medical wing, so I asked him to ask for some, but I just came here and found that Professor Snape is not in the office. Maybe he went to another place. Did you come to ask Professor Snape for the potion too? Where do you hurt? Head or foot?" Harry leaned over while talking, looking at Quirrell's busy schedule with amused smile. Avoiding himself, but he was visibly relieved to hear that he had only come to ask Snape for a potion, obviously glad he wasn't on Snape's side.

"No, I don't have any pain. It's just that I got some precious potion ingredients recently. I want to ask Professor Snape how to use them. Since he's not here, I'll come back another day." Quirrell squeezed out a fake Laughed, and then the robe covered the things he brought, obviously not wanting to get entangled with Harry, and soon left again.

Precious potion ingredients?Harry looked at the silvery-white liquid flashing in the black robe, and felt that those things looked very much like unicorn blood.

Does Quirrell dare to fill Hogwarts with illegally obtained unicorn blood?Harry's heart was filled with deep doubts, and he couldn't help but glance at the portrait on the wall.

This, Dumbledore should know.

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But Harry soon stopped paying attention to the Dark Lord.Life is like a game. Defeating Voldemort is his most important main storyline. If he finishes it too soon, he will feel at a loss as to what to do next, so keep him for a while as long as he doesn’t hurt anyone. Go for a few days.That feeling is very subtle, just like getting a piece of delicious cake and not wanting to finish it in one bite, you have to savor it carefully.

Probably the most important school activity between Halloween and Christmas is the Quidditch competition. Except for Hermione, who is buried in books all day, everyone, especially the boys, are becoming more and more enthusiastic about this activity, no matter what Is it because there are people in the classroom or in the corridor who are constantly discussing the outcome of the game, showing off the strength of their own academy, and contemptuously ridiculing their opponents?

Harry and Draco, as the only two players who were admitted to the team in the first grade, naturally received a wide and warm "welcome". Harry, who was used to big storms, didn't take this little provocation to heart, but Draco, a genuine first-year student, was not as calm as he was, his already pale face was almost pale now.

"Come on, Draco, it's just a Quidditch match, you don't have to make such a fuss." When Hermione saw that Draco mistyped the word as Quidditch in the third homework, she couldn't help but persuade he.The few of them were sitting in a very unobtrusive corner of the library now, and no one would notice that the little Slytherin prince was mingling with a group of Gryffindors.

"It's just a Quidditch match. Look, Hermione, you don't understand what Quidditch means!" Ron, who was sitting across from Draco, was very dissatisfied with Hermione's insignificant tone, and raised his head. Called her in a low voice.

"Forget it, Ron, girls don't understand the charm of this kind of sport." Harry persuaded the two people who were about to quarrel, and then looked at Draco who was obviously in a trance, "Draco , are you really okay? Otherwise, go back to the dormitory to rest, your complexion is not very good. "

"No need, the feeling of being with you is much better than being alone in the dormitory." Draco wiped his red and swollen eyes, "I can't sleep well recently, and I always dream about losing the game. The lounges and corridors were full of people discussing, and those voices got on my nerves, and I, I kind of regretted that I was on the varsity team so early..."

As Draco spoke, he couldn't help sobbing softly, apparently he lost control of his emotions due to too much pressure recently.Harry patted him on the shoulder sympathetically. He knew that Draco was under far more pressure than himself. Slytherin was a place with too much utilitarianism. How prominent the Malfoy family was in the aristocratic circle, Draco As much pressure comes with being noticed in school, he has to be the most successful.Everything he did was not only for himself, but also for the whole family. No matter what mistakes he made, it would be a shame for Malfoy.

Hermione, who was born as a Muggle, and Ron, who had no relationship with the nobility, couldn't feel this kind of emotion. Only the adult Harry would understand how weak Draco was under the bluff back then.

"Okay, Draco, take it easy, at least you're not a Seeker, and you don't have to take on the task of ending the game." The best way to relieve stress is to make him feel that someone is worse than himself, so Harry generously took out For your own entertainment.Draco is considered smart in this life, he did not choose to be a Seeker like himself, but a Chaser. In his own words, he would rather stay out of the way than to fly foolishly over everyone's heads. Go hard and score.

"That is, you are a Chaser. As long as you score ten points in the game, no one will gossip about you. I think after such a long game, there must be this chance. And Harry is much worse than you He is a Seeker, and the most important outcome of the entire game is decided by him. Moreover, because he is the savior boy, everyone feels that he will definitely win." Thinking of the recent Gryffindor In that kind of atmosphere, Ron suddenly became worried, "What if Harry doesn't catch the golden snitch, everyone is watching him, if he does something wrong, I guess he will be on the Daily Prophet ! My God.”

"Haha, then I can successfully embarrass myself in front of wizards all over Britain." Harry laughed cooperatively, but everyone glared at him, obviously not thinking his joke was funny at all.

"Harry, I don't think we should be sitting here. There are two weeks before the game. Let's borrow a broom. Harry, you should go to practice on the field now!" Hermione quickly rolled up her book and ordered, All her brown hair stood on end at the thought of what Harry had said about being disgraced before wizards all over England.This was a matter of Harry's dignity, and homework and the like could be put on hold for the time being, anyway, they still had a lot of time to make up for it after the game.

"Okay!" Ron jumped up happily as soon as he heard that he didn't need to do his homework, "There are three of us, we can play three-player Quidditch, Hermione will be the referee at the bottom, and Neville will pick up the ball."

"I can go and get Slytherin's broom. I have the key to the broom shed here." Draco was also a little moved, and it might help to practice secretly for a while.

"I think we still need some books on Quidditch, the origin of Quidditch? I read that one, but I don't need it now. How to play Quidditch well? The thousand and one secrets of Quidditch? The use of broomsticks The trick..." Hermione scratched her hair, trying desperately to think of the books she'd read that might come in handy.

"Come on, don't make such a fuss, okay? It's just a game. We're only in the first grade. It's not a big deal even if we make a mistake, as long as we don't fall off the broomstick." Harry was dragged away by them She complained weakly, "I don't care."

"This is your first time, first time!" Hermione's saliva almost splashed on him, and Ron and Neville, who were dragging his left and right arms, nodded heavily, and said in unison, "Ha Li, we will definitely let you have the most perfect first time!"

The author has something to say: Pfft, Harry's first time.

Well, the original title should be Harry Potter's first Quidditch match ╮(╯_╰)╭My shameless headline party.

Imagine Hermione's mother's excited look, if it is really the first time with the professor, will she be more excited to wash Xiaoha clean and send N more cheat books as gifts.

Although the professor and Xiaoha are the main lines, they will also write about other people's affairs.In short, I want to write a relatively warm and cozy environment for them.So here Hermione Ron Xiaolong will be more loving, but of course these things have something to do with the professor.

ps: I changed the time to morning again, well, I found that if I update at night, I will miss it all day, but it is better in the morning.

anger

The weather on the day of the Quidditch match was good, and it was rare that there was no heavy wind and rain