The Existence of Harry Potter

PS: The opening words: (It is an honor for you to see this chapter! Because Mr. Guazi has been stunned by me, and now he is sleeping, this uncle specially helped him to post this chapter ←_←)

Under the gloating gaze of the Slytherin students, Harry was taken away by Professor McGonagall. In their opinion, Professor McGonagall, who has always been stricter with students in his own college than students in other colleges, will definitely be punished heavily. Lee, even, fired him!

However, Aske was not among those who held this idea. He was neither gloating nor happy at all. He suddenly felt uneasy, as if something was about to happen.

"Why do I have a bad premonition?" Ask suddenly said to Draco, who could only stare blankly at Ask, not knowing what to say.

scratching his head in distress, Ask frowned and walked towards the castle. Anyway, the class was over. Ask was going to go back to rest and digest what happened that day.

"Um?"

Asker stopped, and there was a flying broom on the ground in front of him, the one Neville had used, a flying broom with limbs.

Asker's brows furrowed even tighter, because he found that he had encountered a problem, a problem that he would not be able to figure out for a while.

First, let's get the whole thing straight - there's a problem with the flying broom, Neville's got into it, but it's a near miss, it's Ron who's unlucky, and that's how it all started.

If someone tampered with the flying broom, then it's self-evident what he wants to do. Judging from Neville's situation, at least his arm is broken, and he may even die. Those who do things are obviously not doing things with the mentality of helping others, doing good deeds and accumulating virtue. To put it bluntly, they want to harm people!

Then, there is a question, who is he trying to harm? There will be no definite answer to this question for a while, and it doesn't matter who the answer is. Asker is curious and puzzled how that person can be sure that the person he wants to harm will definitely get the broom! You know, this is the first lesson. Everyone's order is random, and the brooms are placed randomly. Anyway, Ask can't think of any way to achieve this goal.

but…

"He also seems to have miscalculated, because it was Neville who got the broom." Asker stepped over the flying broom and thought as he walked, "If anyone wants to hurt Neville in this way, then his head must be destroyed by the dragon. Stepped on, because there are countless more convenient and stable ways than this. And Neville himself is not like the kind of person who is full of enemies, compared to Harry, who is more likely to be the target..."

"If the target is really Harry, many things can be explained, obviously that person has no way of determining who is using that broom...Che, that's how it is, I can't think of it, and that person must be even less able to think of it, it really is me. I've thought about it... However, this kind of superficial trap with no technical content, that person's IQ is probably not up to the mark, he hasn't considered the teacher's performance or the student's reaction?"

At this point, Asker's biggest question comes, that is, what does the person who sabotages secretly want to do? This kind of funny trap, did he come out to show the lower limit of IQ?

"No, why do I think so much? This matter has nothing to do with me!" Ask suddenly slapped his forehead, and suddenly realized, "It stands to reason that I should expect that person to make more noise, what am I doing? I'm going to interfere with him? It's such a happy decision, I don't care about this matter, he can play as he likes!"

It was said that he was light and light, but Ask, who had left his baggage behind, didn't feel that way. Although he did look relaxed and heartless on the surface, the unease in his heart did not disappear at all.

Asker was still too young, he was too careless, underestimated the enemy, and took it for granted, which also laid a hidden danger for his future losses.

On the way back to the Slytherin common room, Asker bumped into Quirrell again, who was walking back and forth in front of Snape's office door, as if waiting for someone.

Asker pretended not to see it, leaned against the wall, and passed quietly over the wall away from Quirrell. He tried very hard not to make a sound, and he did, but Quirrell turned around suddenly, looked at him nervously, and even took out his wand.

"Uh, good afternoon, Professor Quirrell." Asker greeted.

"G...G...Green..." Quirrell was sweating profusely, and he didn't say anything after holding it for a long time. In the end, he could only smile crampedly, his face simple and honest.

"Are you looking for Dean Snape?" Asker asked.

"No...that's right, no...but, he's not...not..."

Ask's mouth twitched a few times. It was really hard to talk to a stammer. Still, Quirrell ran over to find Snape, which was really interesting, a stammer and a venomous tongue, what would happen to the two of them together?

Gee, I'm really curious.

"He's not in the office, Dean Snape?"

"I... knocked on the door, no... no response."

"oh, I see."

Snape really wasn't in his office, because he was raging in Dumbledore's office.

"What does that old woman want to do?" Snape walked around the office angrily, like a headless fly, "What the **** is she thinking? She actually wants Potter to join the Quidditch team?! She are you crazy!"

Dumbledore smiled and looked at the gaffe Dumbledore, with a leisurely look, he picked up the cup, took a sip, and then exhaled a red smoke and burped loudly.

"Hiccup~"

Dumbledore brushed off his sense of presence, and by the way, he also drew hatred. Snape, who had nowhere to vent, diverted his firepower and concentrated on Dumbledore.

"Dumbledore, are you so confused? You would agree to such a ridiculous request!"

Snape was indeed very daring and dared to point at Dumbledore's nose and scold him. There are only a few people in this world. Because of his anger, Snape, who had played at a high level, brought his vicious tongue to the extreme, and a series of sarcasm and questioning without repetition lasted for ten minutes, until his mouth was a little dry. UU Reading www.uukanshu.com

"Haha." Dumbledore laughed, with a calm demeanor, showing everyone's demeanor, as if he won a victory without fighting.

"Dumbledore!"

"Be quiet, Severus, I'm not deaf," Dumbledore said. "Equally, I'm not crazy, I know what I'm doing."

"..." Snape glared at Dumbledore, with a sentence written on his face - you **** kidding me!

"Merlin said that if you want someone to perish, you must first make them crazy..."

"Merlin didn't say that!" Snape interrupted.

"Never mind the details, whoever said it, he makes sense, doesn't he?" Dumbledore smiled and waved his hand, "My dear Tom, he's not crazy enough now, he's timid, like He just came here..."

Dumbledore's eyes narrowed slightly, and his expression became serious. At this time, he finally looked like the greatest wizard of the 20th century.

"But, as he's shown in the past, he's not calm enough, forbearance enough, cunning enough... Maybe he himself thinks he's calm, forbearance, and cunning... He's a very confident person, confident enough to be conceited, in his eyes Except for this old man like me, no one else deserves to be his opponent..."

Dumbledore's smile slowly turned cold, and a hint of ridicule permeated.

"Tom, he's still a broken figure. He's so weak that he dares to come to Hogwarts. This is really..."

"Seek your own way!"