Harry Potter: Glory of the King

After Friday's potions class, Ona filled a handful of blue flames with a jam jar. Although the temperature of this flame is not high, it is like a hand warmer in this weather. Hermione was also very interested. This beautiful and practical spell was demonstrated by Professor Flitwick.

Ona gave Harry the jar—he didn't really need it, and Hermione got one too.

Since the room was really boring, Harry and Ron came out to get some air in the yard, but it was a little bit cold, so they let out the flames to keep warm.

Unexpectedly, Professor Snape happened to be passing by, not knowing what was going on, walking limping. Harry and Ron wanted to block the flames with guilty conscience, but it was obvious that Professor Snape was in a bad mood. Although he could not see the flames hidden behind them, he seemed to just want to find an excuse to make himself more comfortable. Professor Snape glanced at Harry. "What are you holding, Potter?"

It's "Quidi Qi Shuoyuan" over there.

"Books in the library are not allowed to be taken out of the school," Professor Snape said. "Give it to me. Gryffindor deducts five points."

"When is there such a rule? And are we still in school?" Harry said angrily. Professor Snape had gone away. "I don't know if he is lame!"

"I don't know, but I hope he hurts enough." Ron said gleefully.

It was noisy in the Gryffindor common room at night. Ona helped watch Harry and Ron's magic class homework, while they were completing other homework. As for Hermione and Glory, they were writing letters to the family.

Harry was a little uneasy, so he dropped his quill pen: "I'll get the book back."

"I won't go if it changes!" Ron said.

"I'll accompany you." Ona put down the pen in his hand. On it was the note written on the other parchment—so that Harry and Ron could understand what was wrong with their understanding.

Two people came to the staff lounge and knocked on the door, but no one answered. Harry knocked again, but nothing happened.

"No one is there? Maybe I can just take it away?" Harry looked forward to it.

"Let's take a look first." Ona was noncommittal.

Harry pushed open a slit and looked inside. Ona was a lot taller than Harry, and he could see the scene inside—the only two people in the room, Professor Snape and Filch. Professor Snape lifted his robe above the knee, and one of his legs was **** and bloody. Filch is handing him the bandage.

"Damn thing," Professor Snape said, "how can you stare at three heads at the same time?"

Harry hurriedly tried to close the door, but Professor Snape clearly noticed, "Who?"

Ona opened Harry and opened the door by himself, "Professor, I have a question and I want to ask you..."

Professor Snape hurriedly put down his robe to block his injured leg. Seeing that it was Ona, he managed to squeeze a smile: "What's the problem?"

Ona took out a bottle of the potion made today, "My potion today does not seem to be clear enough, and it is obviously different from the potion you made, but I don't know which part of the problem went wrong."

"In fact, this level is already very good." Professor Snape took the potion, which was a bottle of painkiller. "I think the only possible problem is the medicinal materials. Your medicinal materials are purchased uniformly, so the quality is not high."

"So that's it." Ona said, "If it's convenient, can I take the book? It's the book I borrowed, so I beg you to return the book to the library-I can use things. exchange."

Professor Snape breathed a sigh of relief, "Yes, you can take it away. You still have to be careful when you make friends. As for things, do you still have the slowing potion you last time? I want to look into it."

Ona handed over a bottle of slow potion, then took the book and left, and Harry exclaimed outside the door.

The two returned to the common room, and Harry couldn't wait to tell Ron what had just happened.

"Do you know what this means?" Harry breathed his breath and said, "On Halloween, he wanted to pass by the big three-headed dog! When we saw him, he was going there—he was looking for The thing guarded by the big dog! I dare to use my flying broomstick to bet that he let the giant monster in in order to divert people's attention!"

Ona silently paid tribute to Harry's light wheel 2000-no wonder it was later smashed by the beaten willow, and it turned out that the root was here.

Hermione heard it too, her eyes wide open: "No-he won't," she said, "I know he is not very good, but he will never steal the things that Professor Dumbledore strictly keeps!"

"What are you talking about? What big three-headed dog?" The only unaware Glory had a question mark on his face.

"To be honest, Hermione, you always think that all teachers are saints." Although the relationship has eased, Ron and Hermione still don't deal with each other. "I agree with Harry. I think he does everything. Come out. But what is he looking for? What is the big dog watching?"

Hermione ignored Ron. She was telling Glory about the ins and outs, but Glory was not in a very good mood-she felt that they had kept such an important thing for so long, and it was a little emotional.

Ona smiled and patted her sister's head—to be honest, although she is a elder sister, but due to Ona’s mental age, she always thinks of Glory as a younger sister or even a daughter, and doesn’t want her to be involved too much. Come into these dangerous things.

"Don't keep patting my head!" Glory was so upset for the first time. Her brother and best friend kept secret from her about such an interesting thing for more than a month—even if Harry and Ron weren’t talking about it, she might continue. Be kept in the dark.

"I thought he (she) would say it." Ona and Hermione said tacitly, and then glanced at each other.

Glory gritted his teeth and said, "I want to tell mom!"

Ona made a begging gesture: "Good sister, there is no next time!"

Glory glared at him, and Hermione quickly apologized to her good sister. Glory had always been good-tempered, and soon forgave them.

Harry ignored them, thinking about something, Ron was still dealing with his homework.

"Okay," Ona calmed Glory and patted Harry on the shoulder, "You have a game tomorrow. If you don't want to continue doing homework, take a break."

Harry just put aside the issue on the fourth floor. Indeed, tomorrow is his first Quidditch game.

He sighed, opened Quidditch Shuoyuan and continued to watch it.

"By the way, you'll be more careful next time, lest it be confiscated by Professor Snape again." Hermione said—it was the book she borrowed after all.

"Yeah," Harry replied absently.

Throughout the night, Ona noticed that Harry hadn't slept much, but he was always asleep.