NOVEL FROG Chapter 28 Harry's guess, fire Quirrell
"What blood?"
The keen little witch smelled the gossip.
"Snape's leg, limping," Harry explained. "I saw his leg bleeding yesterday."
"I suspect that last night's troll was released by Snape.
He wanted to make noise and sneak into the door of the stairs on the right side of the third-floor corridor while everyone was paying attention to the troll.
But as a result, he was bitten by the three-headed dog inside, so he walked with a limp. "
Harry made his guess.
"Wait! You said just now that there is a three-headed dog in the door of the stairs on the right side of the corridor on the third floor?"
Hermione motioned to pause the conversation,
"How did you know?"
"Didn't I tell you?"
Hermione and Zicomo shook their heads.
"Oh, we met Ronald and I on a night out."
Harry thought for a moment.
"I wanted to talk to you before, but we just said that the night tour was almost found, and then you caught us and scolded us.
I forgot to say it later. "
Ronald nodded aside, confirming Harry's words.
"Okay, but what's he doing there?" Hermione was still puzzled.
"He wants something guarded by three-headed dogs."
"So, what are the three-headed dogs guarding?"
At this point, Zicomo was a little curious.
After all, he had taken the Philosopher's Stone, and what did Dumbledore put in it?
"I don't know. But Hagrid said it was top secret at Hogwarts.
I went to Diagon Alley with Hagrid the other day and he took something from Gringotts.
Something like that was snatched later, and Dumbledore made a trip to Diagon Alley for it.
Then I read in the Daily Prophet that the vault where Hagrid took things had been stolen.
I asked Hagrid with the newspaper, and he said the one that was stolen was a defective one, and the real one is still at Hogwarts.
I guess that's what the dog was guarding. "
Harry explained and told his reasoning to his friends.
At this moment, Zicomo noticed the excited expression on Quirrell's face at the teacher's table.
He released his mental perception and noticed that Harry had a very secret eavesdropping magic on him.
'Oh, I guess Professor Quirrell and our senior Tom already know where the Philosopher's Stone is. However, where did Old Dengtou come from with the second magic stone, shouldn't he be lying? ’
Thinking of the Dumbledore character, Zicomo thought the odds were high.
"Ahem, Harry. I think you should eat something now."
Zicomo did not intend to dwell on this matter and changed the subject.
"After all, you will have a match later, which will consume a lot of your physical strength."
"But I don't have an appetite." Harry was a little nervous at the mention of the game.
Zicomo thought for a moment, then took out his wand and pointed it at his plate.
The dishes on the plate seemed to be thrown into the blender and quickly shattered.
When they turned into a gooey, Zicomo waved his wand again.
The paste quickly compressed and turned into a thumb-sized ball.
"Magic Compressed Cookies, please."
Zicomo motioned for Harry to eat it.
"thanks."
Harry didn't expect to eat breakfast like this. Swallowed the compressed ball with milk.
Then his pet Hedwig flew in from outside.
It grabbed a long package and threw it in front of several people.
"I never got a package."
Harry was a little curious as to who sent him something.
"Looks like a broom, open him first."
When it comes to brooms, Ronald gets excited.
Zicomo knew that it was the Nimbus 2000 that Professor McGonagall gave Harry.
Several people opened the kraft paper wrapped outside, revealing the true face of the broom.
"It's Nimbus 2000!" Ronald exclaimed.
"But, who sent me?"
Harry turned to look for Hedwig's figure and found it taking credit beside Professor McGonagall.
Professor McGonagall nodded at him, and Harry knew who gave the gift.
He gave Professor McGonagall a grateful look.
Zicomo noticed that Harry's captain Wood was behind Harry,
Looking at Harry with a shocked expression.
Zicomo guessed that he must be sighing in his heart:
Is this a relationship?
He still remembered in the original book, when he was waiting to enter the scene.
Seeing Harry's nervousness, Wood reassured him.
He was knocked unconscious by Bludgers within two minutes of playing, and was in a coma for a week in the hospital.
Zicomo, who saw this scene at the time, just wanted to say that he was comforted well, and he was not allowed to comfort him again next time.
Now that I think about it, Wood's comfort has a bit of personal grudge in it.
…………
on the Quidditch field.
Hermione was cheering for Harry.
As for Zicomo, he was holding the little flag of Gryffindor, swaying feebly beside him,
To be honest, he really didn't appreciate the sport of Quidditch.
Other than not being able to use a wand, the other rules do not require anything.
Quaffle goal circles will score points, grab the Golden Snitch to end the game.
The longest match in history is said to have lasted six months.
Haven't they considered the possibility of the Golden Snitch getting lost by himself?
It's not as good as the football he watched in his last life.
At least in football you can see players fighting and ripping each other's clothes off.
It's more exciting than the game itself.
Under his influence, Hermione didn't really like Quidditch too much.
She only came to cheer Harry.
The little witch thought for a while, and quietly suggested in Zicomo's ear:
"Cousin, how about the three-headed dog Harry mentioned at night?"
Zicomo was watching the game bored, when Hermione suddenly said this.
He was very confused, and always felt that after the troll incident, the little witch became more and more courageous.
I don't know if it has awakened some strange attributes.
Now I'm actually interested in three-headed dogs.
"No, I prefer cats to dogs."
Zicomo shook his head in denial.
He was afraid that Hermione would drag him through the Philosopher's Stone level directly that night.
It won't be enough for Dumbledore and Voldemort by then.
How did the first grade drama go on?
And Hermione listened to Zicomo and somehow,
Recalling the scene when I turned into a cat and was grabbed by Zicomo and sucked wildly.
The little witch's face turned bright red.
Zicomo looked a little inexplicable from the side, and blushed as he spoke?
"Oh, I don't care, just come with me! I haven't seen a dog with three heads!"
Hermione gave Zicomo a rare flirt.
Dude, he thought Hermione was interested in what the three-headed dog was watching.
Unexpectedly, she just simply wanted to see what the three-headed dog looked like.
"Okay, let's go see the three-headed dog tonight." Zicomo agreed.
At this moment, the exclamations of the little wizards attracted the attention of the two.
Following their gaze, Harry's broom was shaking uncontrollably.
As if to throw Harry away.
Zicomo took out the telescope and handed it to Hermione.
Hermione next to her was surprised, didn't you say you weren't interested? Why even bring binoculars?
In an emergency, Hermione took over and began to observe the surroundings.
Finally found on the teacher's bench, Snape's lips parted, silently chanting a spell.
"Professor Snape?" Hermione exclaimed. "Shouldn't be, he couldn't have attacked Harry."
Through Zicomo's gossip, Hermione knew that Snape had a love-hate relationship with Harry.
But it never hurt him.
Not to mention now that he looks like he is going to fall to his death.
( Zicomo: Professor Snape is just a bit bitter, so why does he look like he's going to fall to Harry's death?)
"Look again, Professor Quirrell in the back."
Zicomo opened his mouth to remind.
Hermione moved the camera to look at Quirrell behind Snape.
She noticed him pursing his lips, clasping his fists, and staring intently at Harry.
"It's him!"
Hermione didn't understand. Professor Quirrell, who usually seemed to be docile and couldn't even speak clearly.
Why is he so bold now, he dares to murder Harry in broad daylight.
"I'm going to help Harry!" Hermione put down her binoculars and was about to run to the teachers' bench.
Zicomo quickly pulled her back.
He knew that Voldemort was lying on the back of Quirrell's head now.
God knows if Hermione secretly set fire behind him or not.
"Let me do it!"
Zicomo stared at Quirrell's hat, thinking to himself.
"Burning flames!"
In an instant, Quirrell's hat caught fire.
Well, since the release of mental power, remote casting is so convenient.
PS: I saw someone talking about the incarnation outside the body. Let me explain it here. This is equivalent to multiple vests. Damn it! Is it only the author who likes to practice the trumpet when playing games? By the way, I will be cheeky to ask for a wave of data, thank you! *