HP Magic Biography

If Harry thought the situation would get better once everyone got used to him as a player, then he was quite wrong.

After coming out of the owl room, Harry has been in the midst of a whirlpool of public opinion, and no one can help him.

He inevitably runs into other people as soon as he goes to class. Obviously, like the Gryffindor group, others thought that Harry had signed up for the competition himself.

Unlike the Griffindoers, they are not happy at all.

Usually the Hefpaff students get along well with the Gryffindor students, but now they are all very cold.

A herbal medicine class illustrates all this.

Obviously, Hefpaff's students felt that Harry had robbed their players of the limelight. This may be because they received too few honors, so they fought for Cedric, the man who defeated Griffind in the Quidditch game for their honor.

Makmee Frary usually gets along well with Harry, and now he doesn't talk to him anymore.

Although they were still playing the jump ball on the same plate, they would laugh sometimes when they saw Harry's jump ball jump out and hit him in the face.

Ron didn't talk to Harry either, Hermione sat between them and forced them to talk. Although the two answered her as usual, they didn't look at anyone. In the end, Fanlin had to take Hermione away.

"These two people are out of help."

Harry felt that Professor Sputlow had alienated him a lot—understandably, she was the dean of Hefpaff.

Under normal circumstances, Harry looked forward to the class of Shanghai Ge, but to attend the magical creature protection class also meant meeting people from Slytherin. This is his first meeting with them as a player.

Unexpectedly, Malfoy came to Hagrid's cabin with the sneer he often had.

"Hey, behold, the players are here." He deliberately said to Kra and Gore where Harry could hear.

"Have you brought an autograph? It's better to have an autograph now. I'm worried he won't live long...Half of the Three Witches contestants are dead...How long do you think you can survive, Potter? You can play the egg in less than ten minutes from the beginning of a task, but the father disagrees, he thinks you are less than three minutes.

Carat and Gore burst into laughter. They were flattering Malfoy. Malfoy didn't say anything, because Hagrid turned out from the back of the house, holding a crumbling tower made of wooden boxes, each of which contained a large fried snail.

Frighteningly, Hagrid began to explain why the snails slaughtered each other, because their imprisoned energy was too strong.

The solution is for each student to tie a belt to each snail and take him for a walk.

Fanlin couldn't even imagine what kind of belt he would use to hold these fire-breathing shellfish on their tails for a walk.

Hagrid thought it was a golden retriever? Or is it Erha?

Is this kidding them?

Of course, this is not without benefits.

The only benefit of this plan was that it completely distracted Malfoy from Harry.

"Take this thing for a walk?" He looked into the box, feeling disgusting. "Then where should the belt be tied? Around the sting, on the tail, or on the suction cup?"

"Tie in the middle." Hagrid said as he demonstrated. "Uh, you might have to wear dragon leather gloves as a special precaution. Harry—you come over and help me look at this big...

In fact, his intention was to talk to Harry alone.

After everyone else had left with the snails, he said to Harry very seriously, "Harry, then, are you going to compete as a school player?"

"One of the players in the school." Harry corrected him.

The short-sighted eyes under Hagrid's thick eyebrows looked worried.

"Harry, who on earth put your name in, do you have a clue?"

"You believe it wasn't me?" After hearing Hagrid's words, Harry had a little difficulty expressing his gratitude for it.

"Of course I believe it." Hagrid snorted. "If you say it's not you, it's not you. I believe it, Dumbledore believes it too, everyone believes it."

"I really want to know who did it." Harry was in pain.

The two of them looked at the lawn, the whole class dispersed, and with great effort, the snails were three feet long.

Strong and powerful, they are no longer colorless and shellless, and grow a thick layer of shiny gray armor. They look like giant scorpions and stretched crabs. It's a pity that it's still headless.

Now they are very strong, almost uncontrollable.

"Hermione, be careful..." Fanlin yelled from a distance.

Fanlin directly grabbed the snail with magic power, and then slowly moved to the side of Hermione.

This **** thing is too strong, he and Hermione have been pulled down several times, and Fanlin has completely lost his patience.

"It seems that they are having a good time, eh?" Hagrid was very happy.

Harry thought he was talking about fried snails. His classmates must be unhappy, because any deep-fried snail may jump away with a "whoop", usually a few yards away. At that time, the person pulling it was miserable and would be pulled to the ground by it. Now a few people over there are already on the ground, struggling to stand up desperately.

"Perhaps, I hope they won't be frozen..." Harry sighed.

"Frozen?" Hagrid was confused, "You mean..."

"Nothing, Hagrid..." Harry shook his head and stared at some of his best friends.

"Well, Harry, I don't know." Hagrid sighed suddenly and looked at him worriedly. "The school players, why did you run into everything?"

Harry didn't answer, yes, he seemed to catch up with everything. More or less as Hermione told him when he was walking by the lake, as far as she knew, this was why Ron stopped talking to him.

But the same is true for Fanlin?

But ~www.readwn.com~ The relationship between Fanlin and Ron has not been particularly good...Moreover, Fanlin is usually very low-key at Hogwarts. No one thinks he is a celebrity. Of course, he is in the lead. Before the Ditch World Cup event.

The next days at Hogwarts were terrible for Harry.

He had experienced similar situations before. It was in the second grade, and most people in the school during those months suspected that he attacked his classmates. But Ron was by his side to support him.

But now, he thought, if Ron, a friend, was around to support him, he would be able to deal with all the other students in the school.

But if Ron didn't want to talk to him, he wouldn't try to persuade him to talk to him. Nevertheless, he felt very lonely, bearing the disgusting glances cast from all directions, which felt very bad.

He didn't want to trouble Fanlin, he wanted to rely on himself, and Hermione.

He was very fortunate that he and Ron had such a pair of sober friends, but after all, this was...