Chapter 587 Green Snake Spits Out Its Tongue

"Johnson! Angelina got the Quaffle! What a wonderful girl, but she just won't date me..."

"George Weasley hit a beautiful Bludger and hit Montague's troll on the head!"

Lee Jordan's commentary mixed with Professor McGonagall's scoldings echoed around the stadium. It could be seen that he was trying hard to cover up the singing with his gags. The audience was divided into two groups, one side was cheering happily, and the other was hoarse booing. Singing sound.

Harry and Malfoy wandered outside the main battle circle, looking for a bit of golden light.

Ron clutched the broom handle tightly with both hands and stared at the Quaffle running among the players. Just when Warrington successfully stole the ball, Slytherin's Montague and Goyle suddenly attacked from the side. After knocking away George and Fred who were assisting in defense, in the blink of an eye, only the lone goalkeeper was left in front of the scoring circle.

Lee Jordan looked at the court intently, his voice a little nervous: "Now is the first test for Gryffindor's new goalkeeper Weasley. He is the younger brother of the batters Fred and George, and a rising star of the team. ——The shot was shot from a very tricky angle, Ron’s defensive height was too high, and he couldn’t make it in time..."

I saw Ron dismounting and hanging on the broom with one hand, and volleyed the Quaffle from the side of the goal post with one kick. Under the incredulous eyes of everyone, it flew straight from one end of the field to the other. Slater Lin's players were so stunned that no one was defending, and the Quaffle just passed through the scoring ring.

The next moment, the whistle sounded, and a roar of cheers flooded the entire stadium.

"Incredible! Incredible! He did it, he did it! Weasley is really their king!"

Ron was hanging on the broom with a pale face. He awkwardly turned over and sat on the broom and looked at his hands blankly. He was frightened and his posture was slightly funny. However, in the eyes of the audience at this moment, he was the most eye-catching presence on the court. No matter how embarrassed he is, he still looks majestic.

Other team members rode up to him on broomsticks and bumped fists with him one after another. George and Fred both said they were proud of this and would seriously consider admitting that they were related to him.

There was no suspense in the subsequent game. That miraculous save stunned the Slytherin players. The subsequent attacks gradually became timid. They did not dare to attack recklessly once they had the ball, for fear of their own shots. Will turn into a pass to the opposing goalkeeper.

Harry and Draco discovered the Golden Snitch at about the same time, and successfully won after five minutes of fighting, but no one paid much attention to them.

"Thank you again to the players for the wonderful game. After a year and a half, the first game of the new Quidditch season at Hogwarts is over. Cheers! Gryffindor!"

"Weasley is our king. He doesn't put a ball in the goal, and all the Gryffindors sing loudly..."

A large group of students swarmed onto the lawn, and the singing became louder and louder. However, it came not from the Slytherin group, but from the gold and red Gryffindor crowd. Ron was Carrying it in the air, constantly throwing it up and down again...

The professors did not disturb the students' celebration and paced slowly behind the crowd. Dumbledore sniffed and was quite moved: "It's such a wonderful game. I haven't seen it in many years. The energy of the children always makes me happy." Thinking back to when I was young...But it’s difficult against Slytherin House. You have to win all the subsequent games to have a chance to win the championship. What do you think, Severus?”

Sprout and Professor Flitwick looked at Snape calmly, and he glanced at the principal with a stern face: "If I remember correctly, that Minister Fudge once again rejected your replacement of Azka this morning. The proposal of the class defense plan, the school board issued a document asking for the vacancy of the Defense Against the Dark Arts teaching position, there are a lot of things waiting for you to worry about, not the students' Quidditch."

"Severus... proper relaxation is very necessary." Dumbledore said slowly.

Professor McGonagall cleared her throat: "Remember to remind Miles Blige of his weekend confinement."

"snort……"

Snape quickened his pace with a stinky face, exuding the aura of keeping strangers away.

Ten o'clock in the evening, Gryffindor common room.

The carpet was in a mess, littered with snacks, candies, old Gobstones, empty drink cans and candy wrappers. A crowd of people gathered around Ron, happily discussing his legendary kick.

"This save is simply better than the goal that Irish national team goalkeeper Barry Ryan made against Poland's best chaser Ladisław Zamoski not long ago." Lee Jordan took a sip of mead and patted it. Holding Ron's shoulder.

"If it is placed in the World Championship, he will definitely be selected into the top ten of the year, no, the top ten in football history!" Simo was delighted, feeling that he would have something to talk about in the next few months.

"..."

It took a lot of effort for Ron to get out of the crowd and hide at the small round table where Loren and Hermione were.

"What a sight, best goalkeeper?" Loren couldn't help but smile.

Ron's eyebrows drooped and he smiled bitterly: "Don't say it, it was just an accident. I was holding the emergency ball and couldn't reach it, so I slipped off the broom. You didn't see it. I was trying to figure out how to climb up." When I went up, I happened to hit the Quaffle... Angelina planned to change tactics and expect me to prevent all goals. Oh my God, I really don’t know what to do next time.”

"It would be nice to have a few more accidents like this."

"Yeah, it's so easy to say."

"Just practice a few more times and you'll probably fall off the broom."

"That's dozens of feet!"

"It's just a broken arm and leg, but you are a legendary goalkeeper."

"..."

Hermione was listening nearby, and was also affected by the man's tone of voice as he stood talking. She pursed her lips and smiled lowly, as if she felt that this was not good. She buried her head to hide her smile and continued to organize the thinking framework of the astronomy paper for this man.

Loren took a few glances, feeling a little regretful.

He would have to fill in the corresponding content according to the framework later, which was different from what he expected by directly copying the ready-made one. It was a pity that Hermione was still not easy to deceive.

…

The Potions classroom located underground is dimly lit, but the fire under the crucible can just illuminate the operating table. The members of the Potions Club look up while handling materials, and occasionally feel a trance, as if the layout here has been designed. , so that they can concentrate on brewing the potion.

“Why haven’t you even replied to the ones you have read recently?”

"Sorry, sorry..." Loren listened to Draco's complaint and subconsciously prepared to apologize, but suddenly realized, "No, most of the classes for Gryffindor and Slytherin overlap. Can I catch up with you during the break if I need anything? Isn’t that what people’s corners are like?”

"This is different, so many pairs of eyes and ears!"

"What's different..."

"What if someone else hears it and leaks it?"

"It makes sense..." Loren nodded, slowly handling the scurvy in his hands, crushing the purple stems and leaves into red grass juice, and dripping it into the slightly boiling crucible, "What do you think of the environment here? Everyone. While you were concentrating on boiling the potion, the sound of the boiling cauldron covered up your voice, telling you what secrets you had to hide. "

Draco opened his mouth and frowned: "What is an ulterior secret...Forget it, here's the thing, there are some people in Slytherin College who are like me. Their fathers are Death Eaters, but they themselves I don’t support the mysterious person. He must have realized the truth recently and is always testing in front of me.”

"Theodore Nott? Astoria Greengrass..." Loren muttered the name while slowly stirring the crucible, watching the red soup gradually turn to blue-purple, "Who else?"

"?"

Listening to the familiar names, Draco's expression became a little tense. No, why do you know better than me? He shook his head and said with a straight face: "I can't tell you, I promised them to Confidential."

"Is this considered a secret for you?"

"I didn't reveal anyone's name!" Draco said firmly.

"Okay..." Loren stopped asking further, "So what are your plans to directly switch to Principal Dumbledore?"

Draco looked at him with a ghostly gaze: "Would you believe it, if we take refuge with Dumbledore today, our parents will die tragically at home tomorrow."

"Let's make a bet. Voldemort is short of manpower now. What if he is reluctant to kill his own men?"

"..." Draco did not continue chatting with him, and said with a cold expression, "We plan to form a secret society. We will not support Dumbledore or the mysterious man. All for the survival of the family."

"Secret society?" Loren found it interesting. "Okay, it has the style of a pure-blood family, but why are you telling me this?"

"You are invited to join us."

"Sounds interesting..."

Loren pondered for a few seconds, shook his head and refused: "Forget it, you use the pure-blood family as the bond and Slytherin as the bond, so what does it mean to rashly invite me, a Muggle wizard from Gryffindor? It's not appropriate."

"Oh." Draco was not surprised at all, "In addition, I would like to ask you to build a batch of covert communication equipment for us. The price is whatever you want. Refer to the copper Nat you gave me. The material is changed to gold Galleons, and the concealment Real names, all titles changed to code names..."

Loren put down the mixing spoon and glanced at the man's pretended calm expression from the corner of his eye, with a hint of amusement in his eyes.

This guy deliberately made an untimely invitation for himself to refuse. From the beginning, it was for the sake of the subsequent business. Through the previous refusal, he made himself feel a little guilty, embarrassed, etc., and reduced the probability of offering a high price.

Of course, it would be better if you agree, and the price will be even lower after joining the association.

His methods are superficial, but not annoying at all. He already has some of the style of the Malfoy family for thousands of years.

"No problem, let's count on your friendly price, each unit price is 10 galleons."

"..."

"Hey, don't bargain."

"..."

Draco's breathing was stagnant, his expression was a little uncomfortable, and he was a little heartbroken.

The exchange rate and purchasing power of currencies in the magical world are stable for a long time. One gold Galleung is equivalent to approximately 17 Silver Sickles, 1 Silver Sickle is approximately equivalent to 29 Copper Nuts, a cup of butterbeer is equivalent to 2 Sickles, a wand is equivalent to 7 Galleons, and a high-end book The potion textbook is 9 galleons, 10 galleons is not too high, not too low, not too much, not too little, just slightly more than the low price they negotiated.

This precise feeling made him feel a little uncomfortable.

He responded in a sullen voice: "Deal."

…

"Well, it's in the storage room.

"It's sealed.

"This barrel is an excellent potion that has been accumulated in the class recently. These barrels are produced by the club. I will help you deal with the slightly inferior ones. You're welcome.

“The list of students who want to join the club this year is here.

"The next column is their Potions exam results from last year, arranged from high to low. Send them invitation letters depending on the situation, write down the content of the club activities clearly, and state that it will be of great help to future employment, and the class will also Please mention it a few more times, otherwise I'm really afraid that people will reject your invitation.

"That's about it for this week's tasks. I'm leaving, Professor Snape..."

Snape looked at the boy with black hair and black eyes in front of him.

When talking to himself, he always glances at the storage room, exits the office slowly, closes the wooden door lightly, and the footsteps gradually get farther away until they disappear completely.

Did he see the two hamsters in the glass jar?

Did you recognize them both?

Still wondering how the two Death Eaters handed over to Dumbledore appeared in his hands? Have you ever guessed that you were testing drugs on them and torturing them?

Or not recognized at all.

Snape's eyes were dark, and he reached out and waved his wand to completely seal the wooden door. He stood up and walked to the storage room.

On the operating table, two hamsters huddled quietly in a glass jar. Next to them were the remains of ham meat left by chewing. Their fur was smooth and their bones were plump. At least for hamsters they are well raised.

It's just that the transformation technique is different from the Animagus. The brain has been imprisoned in the hamster form for a long time, and their consciousness is being eaten away by the beast instinct. The originally cunning Death Eaters are already somewhat delirious, and their movements and behaviors are moving closer to those of real hamsters. .

Eat and clothe yourself all day long, sleep and fight.

Occasionally, he would regain consciousness, like now, baring his teeth and claws at himself, as if he was threatening.

"Your injuries have basically recovered. This is your magic wand. This is an uplifting potion that can restore your full strength in a short time..."

Snape's voice was calm. He took out two things and placed them next to him. He pointed the tip of his stick at the hamster on the right side of the glass jar. Magic power spread out. He watched the hamster float out of the glass jar, undulating like water. It spreads throughout the body and gradually returns to its original shape.

"Why did it take so long?"

Barty Crouch Jr. frowned and stared at him, realizing that he had no intention of answering. He immediately picked up the wand, drank the potion, and silently felt the human body and surging magic: "I will report everything to the master. ”

Snape stared at him expressionlessly, as if looking at a corpse: "Barty Crouch Jr., a fugitive from Azkaban, once killed 47 Muggles and 7 wizards, and participated in the persecution of Longbottom. Couple…”

Crouch's eyes narrowed, and he finally realized that Snape was not going to let him go.

He stuck out his tongue, licked his lips, and quietly squeezed the wand:

"Avada..."

"[Shen Feng Wu Ying]"