Chapter 43 Is Hogwarts the den of Death Eaters?


Chapter 43: Is Hogwarts the den of Death Eaters?

Before Harry could react, he noticed Hermione sneaking towards the staff seat.

What is she going to do?

For a moment, Harry forgot to continue casting the spell on the broom, causing the broom to shake violently, almost throwing him off the broom.

"Wow -" there were exclamations from the stands.

"What on earth is Hermione going to do?" Ron held the telescope, but couldn't see Hermione. He asked Hagrid eagerly.

"I don't know either." Hagrid replied unconsciously, clasping his hands together and concentrating on praying to Harry.

Harry, who was in the sky, saw Hermione crowding into Hermione's stand. Before Hermione could do anything, he felt that the force that caused the broom to swing around disappeared.

What's going on? He watched in confusion as Hermione set Snape's robes on fire.

"You're on fire!" The people around Snape shouted. Snape, who had been concentrating on Harry's broom and chanting curses, came to his senses and quickly stood up to fight the fire on his robes.

Judging from his appearance, he really felt sorry for that robe.

Harry was a little confused, what was going on?

But there was no time for Harry to think carefully. Just when he was lost in thought, a golden stream of light suddenly passed by his eyes.

It's the Golden Snitch!

It was too late, but it was too soon. Harry turned the broom and dipped it down slightly. With quick eyes and quick hands, he fished forward and caught the snitch in his hand.

He raised his hand high, and a golden snitch made a sound in his hand.

"Harry Potter caught the Golden Snitch! One hundred and fifty points for Gryffindor!" Lee Jordan shouted excitedly: "Gryffindor won by one hundred and seventy points to sixty points. ! ”

Mrs. Huo Qi also rushed over on her broom and blew the whistle to signify the end of the game.

"Gryffindor wins!"

Harry landed lightly on the ground, and his extremely excited teammates fell down one after another, surrounding him and cheering loudly.

"Potter! Potter! Potter!"

Especially the Weasley twins, it's like copying and pasting. Not only do they move in unison, but they even shout the same slogans.

"Professor McGonagall!" Harry held the Golden Snitch high and shouted to Professor McGonagall outside the crowd: "I caught the Golden Snitch!"

However, Professor McGonagall walked up and asked with worry: "Potter, what happened to you just now? Is there something wrong with the broom?"

"It's okay, Professor." Harry chose to lie, "I didn't grab the broom just now. I was too nervous. My hands were sweating and a little slippery——"

"So that's it." Professor McGonagall smiled, folded her hands like a girl, and said happily: "That's great, that's great, we won!"

"We won!" Wood raised his fist in the air and shouted loudly: "We finally defeated Slytherin!"

God knows, Gryffindor has never beaten Slytherin in Quidditch since he entered school...

After celebrating for a while on the field, Harry politely declined the invitation to return to the Gryffindor common room with his teammates, but was pulled into Hagrid's hut by Hermione and Ron.

"It was Snape who did it!" Hermione said firmly: "Both Ron and I could see it clearly. He was chanting a spell on your broomstick, muttering something in his mouth, and keeping his eyes fixed on you. .”

"Nonsense!" Hagrid retorted. His attention was on Harry just now, and he didn't notice Snape's actions at all: "How is this possible?"

"I just cast a fire spell on Snape's robes on the stage, and then Harry's broom stopped shaking." Hermione said: "This can completely prove that Snape was casting the spell." Impossible! Absolutely impossible!" Hagrid twisted his thick eyebrows and retorted: "Professor Snape is a professor at Hogwarts. He has no reason to do this. Since you doubt him, then why would he do this? Do?”

Yes, why?

Hermione opened her mouth not knowing what to say, but Ron argued: "You know, Snape is the head of Slytherin, and he has never wanted Gryffindor to surpass Slytherin in the house. That’s why I do this..."

"That's impossible!" Hagrid said irritably: "If the person who was cursed just now was someone else, then what you said is still possible - but Harry, it is absolutely impossible!"

"Why?" Ron asked in shock.

"Don't ask, I won't say anything." Hagrid quickly stopped. He didn't want to gossip about the grudges of the previous generation.

What's more, he had already promised Dumbledore and Snape to keep these things secret.

"But, Hermione." Seeing that Hermione still wanted to ask more questions, Harry spoke to divert Hermione's attention.

He also wanted to know Hagrid's reasons, but since Hagrid didn't want to tell him, he didn't want to press.

"What's wrong Harry?" Hermione asked over her shoulder.

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"I noticed it when you climbed up to the staff stand just now." Harry whispered: "Before you cast the spell on Snape, my broom had stopped shaking - he was still staring at me. I chanted the curse, but there was no sign of the broom shaking."

"Blood mother hell, how did you see it?" Ron asked in shock: "Brother, you are wearing glasses."

"This is an essential skill for a Seeker, isn't it?" Harry gave an impeccable reason.

Hermione stood up and walked around Hagrid's hut, supporting her elbow with one hand and her chin with the other, frowning as if thinking to herself: "If this is the case, then it can still be... Who? Harry, are you sure?"

"I think Professor Snape may not like me, but he is definitely not the one who wants to kill me." Harry said firmly.

Then he changed the topic and asked another question.

"What puzzles me is that Headmaster Dumbledore is in the stands. Why didn't he stop my broom from being cursed?"

"Or let's ask another way, why did that person dare to curse my broom in front of Principal Dumbledore?"

Ron suddenly felt blessed and raised a finger.

"Huh? Could it be that that person was instructed by Dumbledore?"

As a result, as soon as she finished speaking, she received an elbow from Hermione.

"Ronald! What are you thinking? Is Hogwarts a den of Death Eaters?" She was as angry as an angry lioness.

Ron stuck out his tongue, scratched his head and said, "Of course I know that's not the case, I'm just trying to liven up the atmosphere."

But obviously, the scene is getting colder.

"Of course I don't doubt Principal Dumbledore," Harry said firmly, tapping his fingers on the table unconsciously: "But I'm just questioning why he is indifferent."

(End of chapter)

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