Popular Web NovelsChapter 587 Green Snake Vomits LetterChapter 587 The Green Snake spits a letter
"Johnson! Angelina got the Quaffle! What a wonderful girl, but she just refuses to date me..."
"George Wei Sly hit a beautiful Bludger and hit Montague's monster on the head!"
Lee Jordan's commentary mixed with Professor McGonagall's scolding echoed over the stadium, and it could be seen that it hit him on the head! , he tried to cover up the singing by making jokes, and the audience was divided into two groups. On one side, there were cheers of joy, and on the other side, there were shouts of boos and singing.
Harry and Malfoy wandered outside the main battle circle, looking for a little golden light.
Ron clutched the broom handle tightly with both hands and stared at the Quaffle running among the players. Just when Warrington successfully stole the ball, Slytherin's Montague and Goyle suddenly attacked from the side. After knocking away George and Fred who were assisting in defense, in the blink of an eye, only the lone goalkeeper was left in front of the scoring circle.
Lee Jordan looked at the court intently, his voice a little nervous: "Now is the first test for the new Gryffindor goalkeeper Weasley. He is the batter of Fred and George. Younger brother, the rising star of the team - shot! The angle was very tricky, Ron's defensive height was too high, he couldn't make it in time..."
I saw Ron hanging on the broom with one hand in a dismounted posture. , volleyed the Quaffle from the side of the goal post with great force. Under the incredulous eyes of everyone, it flew straight from one end of the court to the other. The Slytherin players were so stunned that no one was defending. The Quaffle just passed through the scoring ring.
The next moment, the whistle sounded, and a tsunami of cheers flooded the entire stadium.
"Incredible! Incredible! He did it, he did it! Weasley is really their king!"
Ron was hanging on the broom with a pale face. He awkwardly turned over and sat on the broom and looked at his hands blankly. He was frightened and his posture was slightly funny. However, in the eyes of the audience at this moment, he was the most eye-catching presence on the court. No matter how embarrassed he is, he still looks majestic.
Other team members flew close to him on broomsticks and bumped fists with him one after another. George and Fred both said they were proud of this and would seriously consider admitting that they were related to him.
There was no suspense in the subsequent game. That miraculous save stunned the Slytherin players. Subsequent attacks gradually became timid, and they did not dare to be bold when holding the ball. Attack, afraid that his shot will turn into a pass to the opponent's goalkeeper.
Harry and Draco discovered the Golden Snitch at about the same time, and successfully won after five minutes of fighting, but no one paid attention to them.
"Thank you again to the players for the wonderful game. After a year and a half, the first game of the new Quidditch season at Hogwarts is over. Cheers! Gryffindor! "
"Weasley is our king. He never puts a ball into the goal, and all the Gryffindors sing loudly..."
A large group of students poured onto the lawn like a tide, and the singing became louder and louder. But it didn't come from the Slytherin crowd, but from the gold and red Gryffindor crowd. Ron was carried in the air by many people, constantly being thrown up and down...
The professors did not disturb the students' celebration and paced slowly behind the crowd. Dumbledore sniffed and was quite moved: "It's such a wonderful game. I haven't seen it for many years. The children's energy always makes me happy." I remember when I was young... But it's difficult against Slytherin House. You have to win all the subsequent games to have a chance to win the championship. What do you think, Severus?"
Sprout and Foli? Professor Wei looked at Snape calmly, and he gave the principal a sidelong glance: "If I remember correctly, Minister Fudge once again rejected your proposal to change Azkaban's defense plan this morning. The Board of Directors issued a document asking about the vacancy of the Defense Against the Dark Arts teaching position. There are a lot of things waiting for you to worry about, not the students' Quidditch."
"Severus... proper relaxation is very necessary. said Dumbledore slowly.
Professor McGonagall cleared her throat: "Remember to remind Miles Bleach of his weekend confinement."
"Huh..."
Snape quickened his pace with a stinking face, The whole body exudes the aura of keeping strangers away.
Ten o'clock in the evening, Gryffindor common room.
The carpet was in a mess, with snacks and candies, old Gobstones, empty drink cans and candy wrappers everywhere. A crowd of people gathered around Ron, happily discussing his legendary kick.
"This save is simply better than the goal that Irish national team goalkeeper Barry Ryan made against Poland's best chaser Ladisław Zamoski not long ago." Lee Jordan took a sip of mead and said, Patting Ron on the shoulder.
"If it is placed in the World Championship, he will definitely be selected into the top ten of the year, no, the top ten in football history!" Simo was delighted, feeling that he would have something to talk about in the next few months.
"…"
It took a lot of effort for Ron to get out of the crowd and hide at the small round table where Loren and Hermione were.
"What a sight, best goalkeeper?" Loren couldn't help but smile.
Ron's eyebrows drooped and he smiled bitterly: "Don't say it, it was just an accident. I was holding the emergency ball and couldn't reach it, so I slipped off the broom. You didn't see it. I was trying to figure out how to climb up." When I went up, I happened to kick the Quaffle... Angelina planned to change tactics and expect me to prevent all goals. Oh my God, I really don't know what to do next time."
"More? It's better to have such an accident a few times."
"Yes, it's really easy to say."
"The more you practice, the worse it will be for you to fall off the broom."
"That's dozens of feet!"
"It's just a broken hand and foot, but you are a legendary goalkeeper."
"..."
Hermione was listening next to her, and was also infected by the man's tone of voice when he was standing and talking, He pursed his lips and smiled lowly, as if he felt that this was not good. He buried his head to hide his smile and continued to organize the thinking framework of this man's astronomy paper.
Loren glanced a few times, feeling a little regretful.
He will have to fill in the corresponding content according to the framework later, which is different from what he expected by directly copying the ready-made one. It is a pity that Hermione is still difficult to deceive.
...
The underground Potions classroom is dimly lit, but the fire under the crucible can just illuminate the operating table. The members of the Potions Club look up while processing materials, and occasionally feel a trance. It seems that the layout here is designed so that they can concentrate on brewing the potion.
"Why haven't you even replied to "Read" recently?"
"Sorry, sorry..." Loren listened to Draco's complaint and subconsciously prepared to apologize, but suddenly realized, "No. , most of the classes for Gryffindor and Slytherin overlap, why don't you just find a corner where no one is around to talk about anything during class?"
"This is different, there are so many pairs of eyes and ears? ! "
"What's different..."
"What if others hear it and leak it out?"
"That makes sense..." Loren nodded and dealt with it slowly. With the scurvy in his hand, he crushed the purple stems and leaves into red grass juice and dropped it into the slightly boiling crucible. "What do you think of the environment here? Everyone is concentrating on boiling the potion. The boiling sound of the crucible covers the voices. Tell me what hidden secrets you have."
Draco opened his mouth and frowned: "What are the hidden secrets...Forget it, this is what happened, Slytherin House. There are some people here who are like me. Their fathers are Death Eaters, but they do not support the mysterious man. They must have realized the truth recently and are always testing me."
"Theodore. "Nott? Astoria Greengrass..." Loren said the name while slowly stirring the crucible, watching the red soup gradually turn to blue-purple, "Who else?"
"?"
Hearing the familiar names one by one, Draco's expression became a little tense. No, why do you know better than me? He shook his head and said with a straight face: "I I can't tell you, I promised them to keep it secret."
"Is this considered confidential?" "I didn't reveal anyone's name!" Draco was very firm.
"Okay..." Loren did not continue to ask, "So what are your plans to directly switch to Principal Dumbledore?"
Draco looked at him with a faint look: "Believe it or not, if we take refuge with Dumbledore today, our parents will die tragically at home tomorrow."
"Let's make a bet, Voldemort is short of manpower now. What if he is reluctant to kill his men?"
"..." Draco did not continue chatting with him, and said to himself with a cold expression, "We are planning to set up a secret society, no. I support Dumbledore, and I don't support the mysterious man. Everything is for the survival of the family."
"Secret society?" Loren found it interesting, "Okay, it's very pure-blood family style, but you and What do I mean by this?"
"Invite you to join us"
"Sounds interesting..."
Loren pondered for a few seconds, shook his head and refused: "Forget it, you use the pure-blood family as a bond and Slytherin as a bond, and you rashly invite me, a Gryffindor. What are the many Muggle wizards? This is not appropriate."
"Oh." Draco was not surprised at all. "In addition, I would like to ask you to build a batch of secret communication equipment for us. The price is arbitrary. You mention it, refer to the copper nut you gave me, change the material to gold galleons, hide the real name, and change all the titles to code names..."
Loren put down the mixing spoon and glanced at this man pretending to be a man. A calm expression, a hint of fun in his eyes.
This guy deliberately made an untimely invitation for himself to refuse. From the beginning, it was for the sake of the subsequent business. Through the previous refusal, he made himself feel a little guilty, embarrassed, etc., and lowered his offer. Probability of high price.
Of course, it would be better if you agree, and the price will be even lower after joining the association.
The methods are crude, but not annoying at all. He already has some of the style of the Malfoy family for thousands of years.
"No problem, let's count it as your friendly price. Each unit price is 10 galleons."
"..."
"Hey, don't bargain."
"..."
Draco's breathing was stagnant, his expression was a little uncomfortable, and he was a little heartbroken.
The exchange rate and purchasing power of currencies in the magical world are stable for a long time. 1 gold Galleons is equivalent to about 17 silver Sickles, 1 silver Sickle is about 29 Copper Nuts, a cup of butterbeer is 2 Sickles, and a magic wand is 7 Galleons, an advanced potion textbook is 9 galleons, 10 galleons is not high, not low, not too much, not too little, just slightly more than the low price they negotiated.
This precise feeling made him feel a little uncomfortable.
He responded in a muffled voice: "Deal."
...
"Here, it's in the storage room.
"It's sealed.
"This barrel is an excellent potion accumulated in class recently. These barrels are produced by the club. I will help you deal with the slightly inferior defective products. You're welcome.
"The list of students who are interested in joining the club this year is here.
"The next column is their Potions exam results from last year, arranged from high to low. Send them invitation letters depending on the situation, write down the content of the club activities clearly, and state that it will be of great help to future employment, and the class will also Mention it a few more times, otherwise I'm really afraid that people will reject your invitation.
"That's it for this week's tasks. I'm leaving, Professor Snape..."
Snape looked at the black-haired and black-eyed boy in front of him.
When talking to him, his eyes always glanced at the storage room. He exited the office slowly, closing the wooden door lightly, and the footsteps gradually became louder. Walk away until they disappear completely
Did he see the two hamsters in the glass jar?
Did you recognize them both?
Still wondering how the two Death Eaters handed over to Dumbledore appeared in his hands? Have you ever guessed that you were testing drugs on them and torturing them?
Or not recognized at all.
Snape's eyes were dark, and he reached out and waved his wand to completely seal the wooden door. He stood up and walked to the storage room.
On the operating table, two hamsters huddled quietly in a glass jar. Next to them were the remains of ham meat left by chewing. The fur was smooth and the bones and flesh were plump. At least for hamsters they are well raised.
It's just that the transformation technique is different from the Animagus. The brain has been imprisoned in the hamster form for a long time, and their consciousness is being eaten away by the beast instinct. The originally cunning Death Eaters are already somewhat delirious, and their movements and behaviors are moving closer to those of real hamsters. .
Food and clothing all day long, sleeping and fighting.
Occasionally, he regains consciousness. For example, now, he is baring his teeth and claws at himself, seeming to be threatening.
"Your injuries have basically recovered. This is your wand. This is an uplifting potion that can restore you to full strength in a short time..."
There was no trace of Snape's voice. Waves, he took out two things and placed them next to him. He pointed the tip of the stick at the hamster on the right side of the glass jar. The magic power spread out. He watched the hamster float out of the glass jar, and the water-like waves spread all over his body, gradually returning to its original shape.
"Why did it take so long?"
Barty Crouch Jr. frowned and stared at him, realizing that he had no intention of answering. Then he picked up the wand, drank the potion, and silently felt the pain of human beings. The body and surging magic: "I will report everything to the master."
Snape stared at him expressionlessly, as if looking at a corpse: "Barty Crouch Jr., A fugitive from Azkaban, who once killed 47 Muggles and 7 wizards, and participated in the persecution of the Longbottoms..."
Crouch's eyes narrowed, and he finally realized that Snape was not trying to Let him go.
He stuck out his tongue and licked his lips, and quietly squeezed the wand:
"Avada..."
"[Shen Feng Wuying]"
(End of this chapter)
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