[HP] warm

, Harry wore a team uniform one size smaller than the others, and flew into the sky surrounded by his teammates.When Mrs. Huo Qi announced the start of the game, there was a tsunami-like shout from below. He smiled shyly and couldn't help turning his eyes to the stands.

As a traditional project, Hogwarts obviously has a lot of Quidditch fans, even the staff stands are full.Dumbledore sat in the middle wearing a robe full of stars, and next to him was the vice-principal, Professor McGonagall.This usually serious witch also wore a Gryffindor scarf today, showing her position unabashedly.In comparison, her colleague Snape sitting next to her was much calmer, frowning and sitting in the sun with displeasure on his face, without any decorations on his body, you know, even Quirrell wore a Slater Lin scarf.

Had he not been the head of Slytherin, he probably wouldn't have been there at all.Harry looked at Snape's obviously out of tune expression and chuckled. Thanks to a few little charms found by Hermione, his ordinary pair of nearsighted glasses not only waterproof and windproof, but also have a telephoto function, so he can now You can clearly see the expressions of the people in the stands.

Uh, Hermione, Hermione was waving at him.Seeing them all dressed up, Harry felt an urge to escape, but he didn't expect Hermione to actually bring those props here.They stood in the last row. Ron, Neville, Hagrid, and Dean in Harry's dormitory were all armed by Hermione, wearing Gryffindor scarves and lion headgear, holding The banner of "Come on, Harry Potter" is desperately whistling and pacing, which is very eye-catching.Although Harry had repeatedly told Hermione beforehand that he only needed spiritual support, the enthusiastic little witch still prepared a lot of props and comforted him, "Anyway, these are all made from old clothes. After the race I put it back in shape, it cost nothing at all."

From the first day he knew Hermione, Harry knew that once Hermione made a decision, it was impossible to change it, so he could only obediently lay down his hand and use the Transfiguration Charm to help her change things into what she wanted.They were busy in the common room for several nights. Fortunately, the other senior students were not disgusted by this. Instead, they were very interested in those headdresses that could make a lion roar when they pulled their ears.Ron thought that maybe they could make a batch to sell, and generously shared this idea with Draco, but in the end, only the little nobleman gave him a blank look: Do you want Slytherin to become a joke!Ron was puzzled by this for a long time before realizing that the Slytherin symbol was a snake, and if they wore that animal on their heads, those coiled snakes would look a lot like poop.

Compared to the noisy Gryffindor stand like a vegetable market, the Slytherin side is full of aristocratic style, and the little snakes are quiet and make no sound. At first glance, one may think they are here to visit What about opera?Sure enough, they are a group who want to save face and suffer. If you can't vent your heart out while watching the game, what's the point?Might as well go to the library.

While thinking wildly, Harry rode a broomstick and made some light and graceful gliding movements in the sky to entertain the audience. Of course, this also greatly pleased the audience. Whenever he dodged the Bludger, there would always be an explosion There was a burst of warm applause.But on the other hand, Snape's already ugly complexion darkened a bit, I'm afraid he recalled some not-so-good memories.

The Golden Snitch didn't show up for a long time, and Harry was bored flying over everyone's heads on a broomstick, so he turned his attention to the anxious arena.Both houses played very hard, Gryffindor was obviously better skilled, but the scoring rate was very low, and they could not always score effectively, because their Chasers were irritated by Slytherin's small moves and lost Out of reason, he gave up his agility and lightness to fight with others, and the scene was a bit chaotic.

Sure enough, it's still too impulsive.Looking at the irritated children who had forgotten their duties, Harry couldn't help shaking his head, no wonder Gryffindor always lost to Slytherin in Quidditch matches without him.Chasers don't score, and like batters, they focus on hitting back their opponents. Although this doesn't please Slytherin, it obviously hurts them more, because their physical strength is not as good as Slytherin's. Those fellows of Raitlin who are as strong as cattle.Although it was immoral for the big guys in Slytherin to use their bodies to repeatedly harass them, but from another point of view, Slytherin also had something to learn from Gryffindor, at least they gave full play to their advantages.

Don't catch the Snitch too quickly this time, the victory comes too easily and the children will forget to correct their shortcomings.Harry secretly made up his mind, so when he saw the Snitch, he purposely used a feint to block Slytherin's Chaser, making the little thing disappear again without a sound.The Slytherin Chaser, who was disturbed by him, was obviously very angry, and rushed towards Harry on his broomstick, obviously trying to push him off, but his crude technique didn't even reach the hem of Harry's robes Touching it, Harry made a beautiful movement and almost slipped off the broom.

A burst of cheers came to mind, and Harry smiled and waved to the crowd, but at this moment, the scar suddenly started to hurt without warning, his body swayed, and he fell flat on the broom all of a sudden.

Harry pressed his scar desperately, wishing he could get the thing out of it.The exclamations around him gradually became ethereal, he bit his tongue tightly to maintain his sanity, looked up to the side, only to find that the surroundings were in chaos.The runaway Bludger Quaffle chased the closest person like crazy, and the children who were still playing just now ran around like headless chickens, screaming and screaming.

Harry vaguely saw a bright red Quaffle flying towards the back of his head, and Draco, who had just dodged a Bludger, didn't see the danger at all.Draco is in danger!Harry was frightened by this realization. He didn't care about his scar, and flew over on the broom at the fastest speed, and slammed the ball away with the tail of his broom.

"Harry!" Draco couldn't care less about pretending not to be familiar with him at this time, and shouted anxiously at Harry. He saw Harry's face was very bad, but Harry ignored him, and directly He dropped the broom and flew towards the teacher's seat.

How inexcusable!Dark Lord, you scum who won't spare even children!Harry has always been very indifferent to injuries. He has never suffered any injuries himself. He has lost arms and legs and suffered bone fractures. He has even suffered a heart attack. The result of many experiences is that he has basically become numb to pain. , He felt that many wounds that others saw as great wounds were just like that.But that doesn't mean he can sit back and watch others get hurt.In other words, it is precisely because of his own experience that he has developed a very protective personality and absolutely does not allow anyone to hurt his children.I think he fought for the children a lot back then. Although he hasn't had time to have children yet, it doesn't affect him to take care of Ron, Hermione, Conaway and others as his own children.So seeing Draco almost knocked off his broom by a Bludger, seeing Hermione sitting on the ground crying in the stands, and seeing Neville being tripped and rolled under the seat, Harry was in awe all at once. angry.What a rotten Dark Lord, a filthy ghost who only preys on children, go to hell!

Dazed by his anger, Harry rushed towards the teacher's seat like a cannonball with a relentless attitude. His move was so sudden and fast that no one knew what he was going to do, so when he rushed to the teacher's seat with a malicious smile When facing Quirrell, Quirrell's face was unbelievably surprised.And when Harry jumped on him from the broomstick, Quirrell, who couldn't escape, was crushed by him and wailed in pain.

I told you to curse, I told you to bully children, I told you to mess up Quidditch matches, I told you to wear a big scarf all day and pretend to be mysterious... When Harry fell on Quirrell, he felt it Pain like never before.But just relying on the anger in his heart, Harry not only did not let go, but wrapped him even tighter, lying on his body with both hands and feet, pulling Quirrell's clothes, picking his face, and finally bit him viciously. Quirrell's body.

There was darkness in front of him, and under the great pain, Harry couldn't see anything, but he knew that Quirrell was in more pain than him, so he clung to Quirrell who was desperately trying to get rid of him with a distorted smile, and mouthed The bite became tighter and tighter, and it seemed that some liquid was gradually oozing out.

"Harry, Harry, Harry..." Many people called him, those voices were both familiar and unfamiliar, but gradually disappeared, Harry felt as if he was floating up, and finally landed in a warm place , very comfortable.

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The fact that Harry woke up in the hospital wing didn't surprise him at all, actually where else would he be if he wasn't in the hospital wing?But compared to himself, he is more concerned about whether Quirrell is dead, so he suddenly sat up and shouted, "Where is Quirrell, how is Professor Quirrell?"

"Harry Potter!" A sinister voice rang in his ears, Harry could almost hear the sound of the man grinding his teeth angrily, turned his head weakly, and sure enough saw a man in black sitting beside his bed Snape.

"Sh, Professor Snape, so you're here too." Harry cried dryly, forcing out a weak smile, "Well, I'm so dizzy, so dizzy, ah