Harry Potter’s Fantastic Animals Guide

　　 "Come on, Harry!" Seeing Harry seemed to have spotted the Golden Snitch, galloping through the air, Ron stood up excitedly and shouted.

　　 Hagrid also cheered on the side, and his yelling alone almost masked the voices of David and the rest of the stands.

Being squeezed in the corner, David frowned and gritted his teeth, but he was not worried about Harry, but because Hermione squeezed his hand tightly after seeing Harry spotting the Snitch. On the thigh.

　　 While enduring the pain, David kept praying in his heart that Harry would catch the Snitch quickly, before he broke his leg.

　　 "David, look at it," Hermione exclaimed suddenly.

　　 "What's the matter?" David replied through gritted teeth.

"What's the matter with you?" Hermione looked at him when she heard David's tone. Then she found her hand on his thigh and hurriedly retracted her face, flushing a little, and asked hurriedly, "I don't have any. Does it hurt you?"

　　 "It's okay." David took a sigh of relief and looked up high. Harry, who was still flying fast just now, hovered in the air, and it seemed that his broom was out of control?

　　 was constantly bumping in the air, trying to shake Harry off.

　　 But apart from a few of them, the rest of the students and professors, including the commentator Lee Jordan, did not notice this.

　　Because this is the confrontation between Gryffindor and other Slytherin players, it has reached a white-hot stage. Everyone will win a goal in the blink of an eye.

　　 So some people have opened their eyelids with their hands, for fear of missing any wonderful goal and impact.

Oh!

There was a burst of exclamation in the arena. This time it was not because of which side scored, but Harry's broomstick, like a vibrator, shook all the way to the highest altitude, and he seemed to be about to fall off, with only one pair of hands. Still hanging on it.

　　 "David, you must think of a way!" Ron said anxiously.

　　 Quirrell, no, Voldemort did it?

　　 Is he so eager to get revenge?

　　 So many people dare to look at it?

　　 David frowned, and hurriedly used the telescope around his neck to look for Professor Quirrell in the surrounding stands.

　　 "David, let me use it." Hermione said with a hand over David's telescope.

　　 "Ha, I knew it, Snape did it?" Hermione said angrily after taking a look at the binoculars.

　　 Snape?

　　How could he hurt Harry?

　　 David was full of question marks: "How could it be Professor Snape?"

　　 "Look, David, he really seems to be him. He has been chanting words to Harry. He must be chanting evil spells."

　　 David took the binoculars and looked in the direction Ron was pointing. He saw Professor Snape, and also saw Professor Quirrell who was sitting not far away with the same chant.

　　 Are you sure that Professor Snape is not protecting Harry?

　　 No wonder Harry's broom looks good and bad.

　　 And Hermione and the others seemed to have a deeper misunderstanding of Snape!

　　 It seems that Professor Snape's bad guy template is difficult to remove...

　　 David sighed, and as soon as he wanted to remind them, Hermione stood up suddenly, "I can save Harry!"

　　 When she finished speaking, she ran to Professor Snape in a hurry. The students sitting on the road were all overwhelmed by her.

　　I was also curious that Professor No was also on her way forward. David apologized to the student Hermione ran into and followed, lest Hermione did not work hard and would kill Harry.

After getting into Snape's stand, David stopped after a few steps. Professor Quirrell seemed to be too attentive. He didn't even notice Hermione passing by him, and was hit by Hermione all at once. I fell several steps in a row.

　　At the same time, Harry's broomstick became normal.

　　 But Professor Quirrell, who fell to the ground, didn't seem to want to give up. He crouched on the steps and tried to look up at Harry, chanting a spell.

　　 Harry, who had just climbed a little bit on the broom, suddenly fell down again.

　　 Perseverance is quite tenacious!

　　 David hurriedly walked in the direction of Professor Quill while watching the sky and cheering.

　　 "Ah, it hurts, take it away!" Professor Quirrell wailed and said hurriedly.

"Sorry, sorry, Professor, are you okay? I just focused on the game and I didn’t see you. I’m really sorry." David pretended to be panicked and rubbed his foot on Professor Quirrell’s hand again before moving. open.

"Professor, why are you lying here? Is this a special watching technique? Can you see more clearly?" David helped Professor Quirrell up and said sincerely: "If it's useful, I Try it another day, I can’t see it from the back."

Professor Quirrell rubbed the hand that was a little blue when David had stepped on it, a cold light flashed in his eyes, and in a blink of an eye he put on a solitary expression: "Yes, yes, this is what I used to watch and look at Kui. During the Diqi World Cup, an old wizard who couldn't buy a ticket taught me. He said that you can see farther, but you need to cooperate with a specific spell to work."

"Do you want to learn? If you want, you can come to my office to find me, but you have to be a talented person. I am afraid that I will not be able to teach if there are more people. After I teach you, you can teach them again." Professor Quirrell After speaking, he smiled awkwardly.

　　 "Really? Professor!" David said happily, "I will definitely come, but now I have to find my friends. See you someday, Professor."

　　 "Okay...Okay, welcome to come, Dai...David~www.ltnovel.com~ Professor Quirrell said gently

　　 David blinked at Professor Quirrell, and then walked in Hermione's direction. She had just set Professor Snape's clothes on fire, and was now rushing back hurriedly.

　　 As for Professor Quirrell’s teaching course?

　　 Whoever wants to go, go!

　　 I was in the Forbidden Forest and wanted to kill me. Will you kindly teach me the spell now?

　　 David felt that what Professor Quirrell taught might not be the curse that made him see further.

　　 Instead, he taught him how to resist the Imperius Curse. After all, he was a teacher of the Dark Arts Defense class, not a troupe team.

　　 I have to return to my profession.

　　 "I made it." Hermione leaned close to David and muttered happily.

　　 "Hmm, you are awesome." David agreed.

　　 Hermione raised her head and raised her eyebrow triumphantly at David.

　　 "What were you talking to Professor Quirrell just now?" Hermione asked on the way back.

"It's nothing, it's that Professor Quirrell said he would teach me a funny curse alone." Seeing Professor Quirrell watching him all the time, David smiled at him, amplified the volume and said, "Professor Quirrell is really a good teacher! "

　　 Professor Qiluo hurriedly pulled the corners of his mouth and smiled hard, and then immediately looked back at the center of the venue.

　　 "Really? Can you take me?" Hermione said hurriedly.

　　 "Maybe not, Professor Quirrell said just now that I can only pass by." David shrugged helplessly.

"Okay..." Hermione looked very disappointed, but her disappointment ended before long, because there was a burst of cheers from the stands. Harry caught the Snitch and still caught it with his mouth. living.

　　 I can't see that Harry's mouth is quite big!

　　 David smacked his lips and sighed in his heart.