Hogwarts: A Thousand Layers of Fluorescence at the Beginning

Chapter 91 Quirrell: White, elbow, enter the house.

No, how come the ordinary Quaffle is just like a Bludger in your hands and cannot be blocked! Gryffindor goalkeeper Wood flew into the goal with the ball for the seventh time.

George and Fred, the twins known as the strongest Gryffindor beaters in history, didn’t even think about it until they were carried into Madam Pomfrey’s school doctor’s office. What exactly should a batsman do on the field?

Shouldn’t we protect our teammates after driving away aggressive Bludgers?

The two Slytherin guys’ sticks seemed to be behind the bludgers, and they rushed towards the Gryffindor players crazily. It seems to be knocking the Bludger away with the opponent.

The most technical Seeker? As long as it’s okay and can’t fly.

In the commentary box, Lee Jordan pulled his neck and shouted wildly:”Caught it””

“Wood caught the Quaffle”

“Wood hasn’t fallen yet”

“Wood is still outputting······”

“Wood······”

Professor McGonagall looked at Wood, who was knocked into the basket by the Quaffle with the ball, and pushed away Lee Jordan, who was struck and had begun to talk nonsense.

“Slytherin score”……

The cheers of Slytherin echoed in the Quidditch pitch, and the little wizards of Gryffindor roared with anger.

“Borrow the light, borrow the light, give in.”

Hagrid took Harry’s three-person team and squeezed into the stands.

Harry, Seamus, and Neville did not participate in the selection. They chose to visit Hagrid when the Quidditch match began, hoping to learn more about Hagrid. Lots of gossip that leaked out before

“Watching the game, watching the game, the Quidditch game should be the most important thing for the little wizards.”

Hagrid said to the three little Gryffindor wizards while holding homemade popcorn.

“In fact, we want to know more about what you said. muttered Seamus.

“Maybe, but let’s talk about it when we have a chance”

“The game between Gryffindor and Slytherin is notoriously good to watch.

Hagrid said:”Harry, your father was once the captain of the Gryffindor Quidditch team. I originally thought you would be on the field this year.””

“I also prepared a telescope”

“My father is the Quidditch captain? I thought Ron was lying to me”

“No, Harry, at least Ron didn’t lie to you.”

“Let’s see, how many points has Gryffindor crushed Slytherin now?”

Hagrid looked towards Professor McGonagall’s position excitedly.

“what?”

Hagrid looked at Slytherin’s game score that was already close to three digits, and then looked at Gryffindor’s progress that failed to break through double digits, and slowly raised a question mark?

“What’s going on? Gryffindor was not like this when James and the others were here! muttered Hagrid.

“Harry, I think you should be here. You should be as good a Quidditch player as your father.”

“Gryffindor would actually be beaten by Slytherin in Quidditch?”

Hagrid’s complaints were all in Harry’s ears, and the tragic situation in the stadium was engraved in his mind. Did my father fight here too?

Watching the Slytherin batter carrying the ball with him. The Gryffindor players fell off their brooms and watched Wood being knocked into the goal by the Quaffle again and again.

Harry Potter, the future greatest seeker from Hogwarts, recalled:”That’s it. One year it was a team match between Gryffindor and Slytherin”

“The final score is triple digits: single digits”

“I saw Senior Wood lying on the basketball basket crying, blood and tears flowing down together”

“I will never forget that scene”

“I think if I can run for the academy team, I will definitely win everything”

“I believe I can, like my father, help Gryffindor achieve its past success in the football world”

“It is our duty to restore the glory of Gryffindor!”…

Compared to Harry, who was paying more attention to what was going on inside the stadium, White was less interested. Of course, Snape wanted to leave the field in person.

Every time Wood was brought into the basket by the ball, Snape couldn’t help but smile. God knows who he made Wood into.

“White, White, sir!”

White smelled a strange smell of garlic from a long distance away. Quirrell, the fugitive from Azkaban, walked towards White.

“Mr. White Phoenix.”

Quirrell’s life has been unsatisfactory recently.

After being knocked down by Moody’s Petrification Curse, Voldemort became more and more harsh on him. He felt like he was in a coma from not having enough to eat every day. He couldn’t fish in class anymore…….

In order to prevent himself from using the Unforgivable Curse again, Moody would watch him in every class. Forget about correcting errors.

The key is that sometimes when Moody gets angry, he will rush to the podium, push him away, and then talk about a lot of correct knowledge eloquently. In order to avoid being fired by Dumbledore before he successfully infiltrated and obtained the Philosopher’s Stone.

Quirrell could only start preparing lessons conscientiously. However, when preparing for lessons, there is no time for small tricks.

There is no time for small tricks, and there is even less possibility of obtaining the magic stone.

The more hopeless it is to obtain the Philosopher’s Stone, the more unscrupulously Voldemort draws on its nutrients.

The more he is absorbed by Voldemort, the less energetic he becomes in class during the day, and the greater the possibility of being expelled by Dumbledore…….

The more important it is to avoid being expelled, the more important it is to prepare lessons······

Trapped in an endless cycle.

The only solution now is that according to Voldemort, White is the only way to break the situation.

“Just trick White Phoenix out and I will control him and you will be free.”

Voldemort kept chanting in Quirrell’s mind.

Today, everyone’s attention is on the ridiculous Quidditch match, which is a good opportunity for him to trick White out. Quirrell cheered himself up.

It’s okay. Well, as long as you follow Voldemort’s words, you can escape from this cage of hard work.

“What’s wrong, Professor Quirrell?”

White stood up and took the initiative to walk towards Quirrell.

God knows if Quirrell was crazy, he still stuffed so much garlic in the morning. But where did he stuff all the garlic?

White looked behind Quirrell with some doubts. go

“No, no, nothing.”

Qi Luo stuttered.

“I, I, have sprained my foot. Can you help me go to the school doctor’s office?”

There was a helpless look on Quirrell’s face.

“Just the two of us?”

White looked at Quirrell

“Yes, yes, Mr. White, I think you can help me go.”

Quirrell stuttered in surprise.

So simple? Can it be done?

If he had known it was so easy, he would have taken action long ago. Why would he have to hold on until November? Voldemort behind Quirrell’s head also had a smile on his face.

“Phew, I’m finally getting rid of this trash Xi.”