DNF Meets Harry Potter

"No problem!" Snape tried his best up and down, even pouring a bottle of strange potion on it, but he didn't find the slightest problem. In the end, he could only coldly conclude:

"Unexpectedly, our great savior, Mr. Potter, actually has such a fan at Hogwarts who is willing to spend money for him. It really surprised me~..."

"Severus, don't say that. Harry is still very brave~..." Dumbledore gave him a helpless look, and then the other Firebolt among his opponents responded in the same way. "I don't think I have any problems with this one, please trouble you, Minerva~..."

"It's just a small matter~..." Professor McGonagall waved his hand, put away the two Firebolts, and then walked off the stage. With both Dumbledore and Snape both identified, she thought there should be no hidden dark magic that could escape their eyes.

After Professor McGonagall left, Dumbledore turned his head and looked at an empty seat in the main guest seat. It belonged to the professor of the Defense Against the Dark Arts class, but it was still empty until now.

"Severus, do you know where Lupin has gone? We have waited for him for some time." Dumbledore turned to look at Snape who was wondering what he was thinking, and asked flatly.

"As far as I know, he took the wolf poison potion yesterday..." Dumbledore asked, and Snape began to sneer gloomily as if he was thinking of something happy. "So I guess he should be lying on the bed now~..."

After hearing this explanation, Dumbledore gave him a complicated look, then turned his head in silence to announce the start of the banquet.

Snape understood the hidden meaning of Dumbledore's eyes and sneered to himself, without any guilt. He wished that one of the predators would never show up in front of him again.

Carl below didn’t know what happened between Old Deng’s head and Snape. He only expressed his blessings to Harry after Professor McGonagall sent down both Firebolts and gave him a gift. He prepared a Christmas gift-a protective watch, and then left.

He wasn't like the little wizards in Gryffindor and crazily leaned forward when he saw something new. Whether it was performance or appearance, the Spirit of God could explode the firebolt, okay?

Then since Dumbledore announced the start of the banquet, he has been enjoying the food while idly observing the dynamics of the people around him. Anyway, it is now boring, and it is good to have some fun.

Soon, his gaze was attracted by Malfoy who was looking resentful on the Slytherin table.

Malfoy's face turned blue and white, his hands firmly grasped the silver-green tablecloth on the long table, gritted his teeth and stared at Harry, who was sharing happiness with his friends, his eyes faintly revealed three points of anger. , Four points of jealousy plus three points of unwillingness.

Carl can even put himself into Malfoy's mind now. He thought to himself, if he didn't wear Malfoy but instead took Malfoy, he would not bear it. He would definitely write a letter immediately and plug in a feather to let the owl return to his manor overnight, the kind of urgency.

Then, just like last year, let Lucius buy him seven, not at least ten Firebolts. The Slytherin team counted one of the standard equipment for each of the substitutes, and Harry Potter was mad at him. of.

But from the original time and space Malfoy did not make a fuss on this matter, it can be seen that Lucius was willing to buy seven light wheels for his son in 2001 to help him enter the Slytherin Quidditch team to fight Harry Potter. Challenged, but couldn't buy him another Firebolt.

But Carl thinks he should still have the financial resources. After all, he was a great noble with the same fame as the Black family more than ten years ago. It has shrunk a lot in these years, but he is not even unable to afford a firebolt. I can only say, yes, but not necessary.

Last year he spent thousands of dollars to send his son to the Slytherin school team and served as the most important seeker position. But this year, what would he get if he sent seven more Firebolts? You can't get anything. The upper limit has been reached. You can get a championship trophy at most. After all, equipment is also very important in the Quidditch competition, but it is too bad to do so, and it is not in his interest.

Slytherin looked sad because the old rival Harry Potter had obtained it. They thought that Harry's broom was damaged this time. It must be too late to prepare a new broomstick with good performance before the next game, and I am very happy for that.

But the reality is that they gave them a resounding slap. Not only did Harry not fail this time, he even got better equipment because of a blessing in disguise, and there were two of them. If they are worn out, replace one. Mom never needs it. I was worried about an accident during the Quidditch game.

Hey~, just ask if you are angry?

Happiness is conserved~www.readwn.com~ The Slytherins have lost their happiness, so their old rival Gryffindor deserves the same happiness. Therefore, the appearance of the two firebolts greatly boosted the morale of the Gryffindor players. The previous sadness and sigh disappeared from their faces instantly, replaced by full fighting spirit.

After all, the match that day was only the first round, and it is too early to draw conclusions. Whoever will be the winner may be.

However, the happiness is theirs, and Carl has nothing. He can only hug Naiyali alone in the bed at night and cry as quietly as possible, otherwise the movements and voices are too loud if unnecessary misunderstandings are caused. Well, although it is responsive and the sound insulation effect is very good, after all, we must pay attention to the impact.

Although Carl was thinking wildly, his hands were not slow at all. The plates in front of him were quickly emptied, and the dinner party the day before Christmas could be regarded as the richest meal at Hogwarts in a year, and chances are not every day.

When he was seven minutes full, Harry found him first. Although he really wanted to experience how Karl's Spirit of God leaped, he came over and made it clear that he didn't need Karl's help anymore. After all, this is a competition and they belong to two colleges.

Carl wiped the oil on his hand and spit out the chicken bones in his mouth. It didn't matter to him that he was welcome. These were trivial matters, but Harry was embarrassed.

"Carl, can you teach me **** Dementors?"

"Why are you asking this? Aren't you learning the Patronus Mantra with Professor Lupin recently?"

"He has been in poor health recently, and I don't want to bother him. Besides~...I'm talking about eradication..."