Chapter 35 The Miserable Quirrell

After coming up with this plan, the Weasley brothers started to hate each other and hung out in front of the Slytherin table every day. They also threatened that the Gryffindor team had a new tactic and could easily defeat them. Their old rival Slytherin.

At the same time, rumors were also quietly released that Ivan, known as the hero of Gryffindor, recently made a bet. If Gryffindor won, he would lose one in ten, and if Slytherin won, he would make whatever he bet.

When the little wizards of Slytherin learned about it, they jumped up in anger. Doesn't this mean that Slytherin is destined to lose?

As the richest college in Hogwarts, it is naturally not short of money. Ivan quickly received several gold galleons, but more of them were silver Sickles and copper Knuts.

After all, this gambling game is just for fun, and the participants are all young wizards, so the general bet is only a few copper Nats or a Silver Sickle

Even so, Ivan has received a lot of gambling money in the past few days. Coupled with the occasional bets from students from other colleges, their principal is completely insufficient to pay compensation.

If you lose, you're doomed

In view of this, Joel and Fred also became nervous, and suddenly felt that they had to do something to save the unfavorable situation.

For example, give Harry extra practice!

Harry, who had ruined Wuwu's disaster for nothing, had to train more and more every week!

Fortunately, this miserable day did not last long, and the Quidditch match had already begun.

"Harry, come on, you must catch the Golden Snitch!" Backstage at the stadium, George stared at Harry solemnly and said tragically, as if this Quidditch match was related to the survival of the world.

"Yes, otherwise we will have to eat dirt in the future." Fred also nodded in agreement.

Harry was confused by Fred's words. In fact, more than one person had said this in front of him in the past few days.

At the beginning, Harry felt a heavy sense of responsibility, thinking it was his seniors who had inspired him, but Harry soon discovered inexplicably that the students from Slytherin, Ravenclaw and even Hufflepuff were From time to time, he said some incomprehensible words to him.

This made Harry very depressed, but he couldn't find anything wrong.

After Captain Wood gave an inspiring speech, he looked at Harry who was a little distracted and reminded him.

"Don't distract Harry, the game is about to begin."

"Yeah." Harry relieved his nervousness and nodded.

At this time, the door to the arena also opened, and the Gryffindor players flew out together on their broomsticks, with Harry following behind.

Passing through the slightly dark backstage, a wide circular arena appeared in front of Harry. The usually empty seats were already full, and the Gryffindor seats even heard the sound of people coming after they came out. There were bursts of cheers.

Ron and Neville were currently holding a huge banner made of torn sheets, which had been enchanted by Hermione, and flashed "Potter Must Win" in mid-air.

Harry was a little moved, but strangely he didn't see Ivan there. After looking around, Harry successfully found Ivan in the stands near Slytherin, and he happened to be sitting there. Beside Professor Quirrell.

Harry was wondering why Ivan was sitting here, when he saw Ivan smiling at him and pointing the wand in his right hand at the sky.

Not long after, a pyrotechnic-like beam shot into the sky and exploded dozens of meters high. The faint light spots gathered into the words "Gryffindor must win, Harry Potter!"

Harry suddenly felt warm in his heart and did not think about the problem just now. He focused on the game that was about to start.

On Ivan's side, after using magic to cheer Harry up, Ivan started today's task and stared at Quirrell.

In fact, if the winning or losing of this Quidditch match was not directly related to whether he would become rich overnight or go bankrupt in an instant, Ivan would not have any intention of having anything to do with Quirrell this semester.

After all, during this period of time, except for the mysterious Dumbledore who may have noticed, Ivan can be said to be the only person who knows that Voldemort lives in the back of Quirrell's head.

Ivan still felt guilty as he had to indirectly come into contact with the existence of this final BOSS in the first grade.

Fortunately, Ivan doesn't really need to do anything. He just needs to sit by and pay attention to Quirrell occasionally. Ivan doesn't believe that Quirrell dares to recite the spell when he is staring at him.

"Why are you looking at me like that?" Ivan's gaze from time to time made Quirrell, who was already curled up and sitting in the corner, very uncomfortable, as if all his secrets had been revealed.

Ivan also realized that he could easily be suspected by staring at Quirrell so directly, so he pretended to be curious and started chatting awkwardly with Quirrell.

"Professor Quirrell, I heard that you once encountered a vampire in the jungle of Romania. Is that true?"

"Ah, yes, there is such a thing, and I finally got rid of it." Quirrell responded submissively.

"Really? Professor, how did you defeat the resurrected zombies in Africa?"

"I also heard that Professor, you were frightened and fainted when you were reporting the news about the troll at the Halloween party."

"besides"

It was the first time he indirectly chatted with the Dark Lord. Ivan was still very nervous. He didn't even know what to talk about. Would it be too deliberate to talk about studying in such a cheerful atmosphere?

Ivan had to choose some lighter topics first, such as some interesting things that happened recently.

"That's enough!" Quirrell couldn't help but interrupted. With Quirrell's good temper, he would not get angry easily, but Ivan didn't know how to chat at all. Every time he asked, he always asked The dark history I want to forget

Especially about Halloween, Quirrell gets angry just thinking about it. Originally, he pretended to be fainted at the Halloween venue to get rid of the suspicion of releasing the troll. It is a manifestation of his high-end acting skills, and he should be highly praised by the Dark Lord.

But who would have thought that such a big giant monster could be easily killed by Ivan, a first-year brat, and to add insult to injury, Professor McGonagall used him as a backdrop to highlight the giant monster's strength and placed him at the Halloween venue. The news about fainting last night spread throughout the school.

As a result, Quirrell became the laughing stock of the whole school overnight. Every time he was in class, he could hear people talking, saying that his identity as Defense Against the Dark Arts professor was obtained through a trade with Dumbledore PY.

The most important thing is that he doesn't dare to explain. No matter how hard or tired he is, he can only keep it silently in his heart.