Bloodline Wizard - Chapter 35
Chapter 35: Dark History
With this plan in place, the Weasley brothers pulled up hatred, dangling around at Slytherin’s long table every day, and threatened that the Gryffindor team had a new tactic that would easily break their old rivals Slytherin.
At the same time, it also quietly released the wind. Ivan, known as the Gryffindor hero, recently made a gambling game. If Gryffindor wins, he loses ten. If Slytherin wins, he will earn more.
When the young wizards of Slytherin were informed, they jumped in anger, did this mean they had lost Slytherin?
As the most tyrant house in Hogwarts, it is naturally not bad money, Ivan soon received several gold galleons, but more is Sickle and copper Knut.
After all, this game is just for fun, plus the participants are all young wizards, so the general bet is just a few copper Knut or a Sickle …
Even so, Ivan the past few days have received a lot of betting money, plus the occasional betting of other house students, their principal is no longer enough to pay.
If you lose, you’re done …
In view of this, Joel and Fred are also nervous, and suddenly feel that they must do something to save the disadvantaged situation,
Just like … train Harry!
Harry was indifferent, and the amount of training per week was more … more!
Fortunately, how long does this tragic day not at all last, the Quidditch match has already begun.
“Harry, come on, must seize the gold snitch!” Backstage of the game, George stared at Harry solemnly, said with sorrow, as if this Quidditch match had something to do with the survival of World.
“Yeah, otherwise we’ll have to eat dirt later.” Fred also agreed with nodded.
Fred’s words filled Harry with confusion. In fact, after the past few days, more than one person had said so before him.
At first, Harry also felt a heavy sense of responsibility, thinking that the Seniors had inspired him, but Harry soon discovered that Slytherin .. Ravenclaw .. and even Hufflepuff students told him some unfathomable from time to time. mystery words.
This made Harry very depressed, but he couldn’t find anything wrong.
Captain Wood, after giving an inspiring speech, watched some absent-minded Harry reminding him.
“Don’t distract Harry, the game is about to start.”
“Um …” Harry eased his nervousness and nodded.
At this time, the gate of the stadium was also opened, and the team members of Gryffindor drove out together on a broom, and Harry followed.
Through the slightly dark backstage, a wide round arena appeared in front of Harry’s eyes. The seats that were usually empty had already been filled. The Gryffindor’s seat even came after they played. Cheers.
Ron and Neville were holding a huge banner transformed from a broken bed sheet. Hermione was enchanted by it and flashed “Potter will win” in midair.
Harry was a little touched in his heart, but it was strange that he not at all saw Ivan ’s silhouette there. After looking around for a while, Harry successfully found Ivan’s silhouette on the stand near Slytherin, and he just sat in Professor Quirrell’s body Beside.
Harry was wondering why Ivan was sitting here, and instead saw Ivan laughed at himself and pointed the right hand wand to the sky.
A short time later, a pyrotechnic beam hit the sky and exploded at the height of several dozen meters, and the light spots converged into the words “Gryffindor will win, Harry Potter!”
Harry immediately felt warm in his heart, didn’t think about the problem just now, and focused his attention on the upcoming game.
On Ivan’s side, after using magic to cheer Harry up, Ivan started today’s mission … staring at Quirrell.
In fact, if it wasn’t for the Quidditch match’s winning or losing that directly related to whether he became rich overnight or went bankrupt instantly, Ivan simply didn’t intend to have anything to do with Quirrell this semester.
After all, apart from the unfathomable Dumbledore who might have noticed this time, Ivan can be said to be the only person who knew Quirrell ’s head was home to Voldemort.
First Year is indirect contact with the existence of this final BOSS, Ivan is still very guilty.
Fortunately, Ivan doesn’t need to really do anything, just sit by and pay attention to Quirrell occasionally. Ivan can’t believe that Quirrell dares to pronounce spells even when he is staring at him.
“What do you see me doing?” Ivan’s gaze from time to time made Quirrell, who was curled up and sitting at the corner, very uncomfortable, as if his secrets had been seen.
Ivan also realized that staring at Quirrell so straightforwardly was easily suspected, and instead pretended to be a curious look, chatting with Quirrell in embarrassment.
“Professor Quirrell, I heard that you once encountered a Vampire in the Romanian jungle. Is that true?”
“Ah … yeah, there is such a thing, I finally got rid of it …” Quirrell timid’s reply.
“Really? Then, how did you defeat Zombie in Africa …”
“I also heard that you were scared and fainted when you announced the Troll news at the Party banquet …”
The first time I talked indirectly with Dark Lord, Ivan was still very nervous. I didn’t even know what to talk about. In this cheerful atmosphere, wouldn’t it be too deliberate to talk about learning?
Ivan had to pick some lighter topics first … for example, some interesting things that happened recently and so on.
“Enough!” Quirrell unable to bear interrupted. Originally, Quirrell’s good temper was not easy to get angry, but Ivan would not chat a little. Every time I asked, it was the black history he always wanted to forget.
Especially with regard to the festival, whenever he thinks about Quirrell, he is angry at the venue of the festival in order to dispel the suspicion of releasing Troll. It is a manifestation of his high-end acting skills and is highly praised by Dark Lord.
But who would have thought that such a big Troll was easily killed by Ivan, the First Year’s boy, plus Professor McGonagall who hit a person when he’s down used him as a background board to set off Troll’s strength, putting his black reputation spread throughout the school.
As a result, Quirrell became the laughing stock of the whole school overnight, and every time he was in class, he could hear the discussion spiritedly, saying that his identity as the professor of Defense Against the Dark Arts was traded with Dumbledore PY.
The most important thing is that he dare not explain, no matter how hard he is, he can only hold it silently…