Chapter 212

The match against Slytherin is about to start.

Before going on the field, Harry felt a little nervous in his heart.

After training for half a year, it was for today. The team members and Professor McGonagall had high hopes for him, which made him feel considerable pressure.

Ron cheered him up on the side, "It's okay, you don't have to perform too well. Charlie didn't catch the Golden Snitch the first time he played, and was almost smashed and broke his arm by a Bludger."

"Oh, shut up, you made him even more nervous." Hermione said.

Since today is not a match against Ravenclaw, of course she wants to support her friend.

At this time, Wood suddenly walked over and put a gold coin into Harry's hand, "Do you know the Permanent Sticking Charm?"

"Ah?" Harry was a bit confused.

"Stick this next to your ear, it can transmit sound to your ear through the bone, otherwise you won't be able to hear others talking when flying at high speed."

Harry was stunned, "Is this a goblin gold coin?"

"Yes, everyone on the team has one. This is my pocket money saved for a long time, and I was preparing to use it to change for a broom, don't lose it." Wood said, leaning over, "Using it to arrange tactics for you during the match is much better than using hand gestures."

"But... isn't this che..." Harry just wanted to say cheating, but was covered by Wood, "Slytherin is also using it, if we don't use it, we'll suffer! And the rules don't say you can't bring gold coins on the field."

Harry was convinced and let Wood use the Permanent Sticking Charm to stick the gold coin behind his ear. It couldn't be seen unless you were close.

"Alright, everyone listen to my command later, this time we must defeat Slytherin! Let's go!"

Harry listened to Wood's voice coming from the gold coin. The voice came in partly from the ear and partly from the bone, feeling a bit strange, but he soon adapted, picked up his Firebolt, and followed the seniors into the arena.

Murphy doesn't have much interest in Quidditch, mainly because the scoring system is too strange, completely ruining the match.

The Seeker's position is too important, and the Seeker has no confrontation: two Seekers go together to catch a Golden Snitch that the audience can't even see. What's the point of this thing?

Watching them show off their flying skills on brooms?

Then why don't I go watch acrobatics?

What's more, most of the time the Golden Snitch still needs to be found, so you can only watch two Seekers spinning around like headless flies.

And the Chasers and Beaters with the strongest confrontation in the match can only get 10 points for each goal. Under the suppression of the 150 points of the Golden Snitch, it seems really irrelevant.

The good-looking parts are not important, and the important parts are not good-looking. This match is really more suffocating the more you watch it.

But today he still appeared in the arena, sitting in the teachers' stand to watch the match.

How to say, haven't been here for several years, whether to compete or not doesn't matter, mainly to feel the atmosphere, and by the way observe the progress of the plot, don't let Harry really fall to his death.

Speaking of Harry, he was basically dazed in the air for the first half of the match.

After all, the Golden Snitch hadn't appeared yet, he had nothing to do, except for being almost bumped by Slytherin captain Flint, he only needed to pay attention to dodging Bludgers.

By the time Slytherin finally led Gryffindor by twenty points through various means, the Golden Snitch appeared, but at this time Harry's broom suddenly had a problem.

Just like in the original work, Quirrell cast a curse on Harry's broom, and Hermione mistook Snape, who wanted to protect Harry, as the culprit, but accidentally knocked down the real culprit Quirrell, so the crisis was lifted, Harry got the Golden Snitch, and the match ended.

Slytherin's behavior of not hesitating to foul to score goals is simply stupidly cute under the Seeker's 150 points.

Speaking of which, under such a scoring system, shouldn't you concentrate all your strength to kill the opponent's Seeker first?

But seeing the plot develop according to the original direction, Murphy was relieved.

On the other side, the few friends who finished the match came to Hagrid's hut to celebrate Harry's victory in the first match.

Harry and Ron were already very familiar with Hagrid, and Hermione and Tom often followed Murphy to make wands beside the hut, and were also relatively familiar with Hagrid. Plus they belonged to different houses and it was not easy to celebrate in the common room, so they came to the hut.

"So that's it, I thought Flint bumped Harry's broom."

Tom was watching the match in the Slytherin stand and didn't know what happened in the middle.

He didn't care much about who won or lost. Slytherin was his house, and Harry was his friend. Whoever won was the same. And in fact, he wasn't particularly disgusted with Flint's behavior. It was nothing to do whatever it took to win, just a bit too stupid.

Sigh, a group of simpletons in Slytherin, really made him, a genuine Slytherin descendant, worry.

"It was Snape!" Hermione said, "I saw it with my own eyes! He cast a spell on Harry's broom, he wanted to kill Harry!"

"Nonsense! This is impossible, why would Snape do such a thing?" Hagrid didn't believe at all that a professor would harm a student.

"He hates me." Harry said, "I don't know why, but he has hated me from the beginning. And, I discovered his secret... when I went to his office to get something yesterday, I saw it, his leg was injured, a big wound, it was bitten by the three-headed dog guarding the trapdoor!"

"How do you know about Fluffy?" Hagrid was puzzled.

"It must be him who released the troll, took the opportunity to go to the trapdoor to steal something, we saw it." Harry said.

Several young wizards were nodding. On Halloween Eve, including Tom, they all saw Snape running upstairs alone in a hurry, it should be to the fourth-floor corridor.

"I tell you, you're wrong!" Hagrid said irritably, "Snape could never want to kill a student! You are meddling in things that have nothing to do with you. This is very dangerous. Forget that big dog, forget what it's guarding, this is between Professor Dumbledore and Nicolas Flamel—"

"Aha!" Harry said, "So it also involves a person named Nicolas Flamel, is that right?"

They were chased out by Hagrid.

Several young wizards were preparing to leave, but Tom let them go first, saying he still had some things to ask Hagrid.

"Are you hiding something from us, Tom?" Ron was a bit dissatisfied, "Don't you treat us as friends?"

Tom's appearance in the fourth-floor corridor last time, and things like going to find Myrtle were all very strange. He must have some secret. Originally they were just a group, but now Ron felt they were already friends, and hiding it like this seemed very uncool.

Tom hesitated for a while, and finally said, "This matter concerns my own private problems... If there is a chance, I might tell you. But now, I haven't figured it out yet..."

"You know we can help you..." Ron was still a bit unhappy.

"Alright, Ron, let's go first!" Hermione pulled Ron away.

"If you need help, you can tell me anytime." Before leaving, Harry said.

"Okay." Tom said, and finally added, "Thank you."

After the three little wizards left, Tom returned to Hagrid's hut.

The latter wouldn't open the door for him, "Go back, go back, I won't say anything anymore, go quickly, go back to sleep."

"Hagrid, I'm here to talk to you about what happened fifty years ago. Do you know Tom Riddle?"

(End of chapter)