035-Quidditch Part-1

With the plan ready, the Weasley summoned their hatred, and started dangling around the long table of Slytherin every day, they threatened that the Gryffindor team had a brand-new tactic, which could easily defeat Slytherin.

At the same time, another rumor was released, Ivan, known as the hero of Gryffindor, recently started a gambling game. If Gryffindor wins, the odds were one to ten. If Slytherin wins, double your money.

The students of Slytherin were filled with anger when they heard about it. Doesn't that mean that Slytherin would be easily defeated?

As the most wealthy house in Hogwarts, they had a lot of spare money. Ivan quickly received several galleons, but most of them bet sickles and knuts.

After all, this bet was just for fun, and the participants are all students, so the average bet was only a few knuts or maybe a few sickles...

Even so, Ivan had already received a lot of bets in the past few days. Coupled with the occasional betting by students from other houses, their principal is no longer enough to pay if they lost.

If you lose, it's over...

In view of this, both George and Fred became nervous and suddenly realized that they had to do something to save this unfavorable situation.

For example... Give Harry some more training!

The amount of training Harry, who has been so utterly innocent in this scheme, has increased!

Fortunately, this tragic day did not last long, and the Quidditch game had already begun.

"Harry, come on practice, you have to catch the Snitch!" On the quidditch pitch, George stared at Harry solemnly and said tragically, as if this Quidditch match decided the survival of the whole world.

"Yeah, otherwise we will have to eat dirt for the next few years..." Fred also nodded in agreement.

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

In the beginning, Harry felt a heavy sense of responsibility, thinking that it was the encouragement of his seniors, but Harry soon discovered Slytherin... Ravenclaw... even Hufflepuff, would from time to time, say some inexplicable words to him.

This made Harry very depressed, he hadn't done anything wrong.

Captain Wood, after giving an inspiring speech, watched Harry, who was a little absent-minded, so reminded him.

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

"En..." Harry relieved his nervousness and nodded.

At this time the gate of the stadium also opened, and the Gryffindor players rode out together on broomsticks, and Harry followed behind.

Passing through the slightly dark backstage, a wide circular arena appeared in front of Harry. The seats that were usually empty were already full, and after they came out Gryffindor's seat bursts into cheers.

Ron and Neville were holding up a huge banner transformed from a torn sheet on which was charmed by Hermione, flashing "Potter must-win" in mid-air.

Harry was a little moved, but it was strange that he did not see Ivan there. After looking around, Harry successfully found Ivan in the stands near the Slytherin, and he was sitting right there. Besides Professor Quirrell.

Harry was wondering why Ivan was sitting here, and then he saw Ivan smile at himself and pointed the wand in his right hand to the sky.

Not long after, a colorful beam shot into the sky and exploded the faint spots of light converged into the words "Gryffindor will win!"

Harry immediately felt warm in his heart, and instead of thinking about the problem just now, he focused his attention on the upcoming game.

Ivan's POV

After cheering Harry up with magic, Ivan began today's mission... looking out for Quirrell. In fact, if the victory or loss of this Quidditch match was not directly related to whether he became rich overnight or went bankrupt, Ivan would not have anything to do with Quirrell during this semester.

After all, during this time period, apart from Dumbledore who might have noticed something, Ivan was the only person who knew that Voldemort lived on the back of Quirrell's head.

Ivan was still very afraid of being indirectly exposed to the existence of this ultimate boss in his first tear.

fortunately, Ivan didn't really need to do anything now, he just needed to sit next to him and pay attention to Quirrell occasionally. Ivan didn't believe that Quirrell would dare to chant a spell when he was staring at him.

"Why are you looking at me like this?" Ivan's intense stare from time to time made Quirrell, who was curled up and sitting in a corner, very uncomfortable, it felt like his secrets are been seen through.

Ivan also realized that it was easy to be suspected of knowing something if he kept staring at Quirrell so straightforwardly at all times, so he pretended to be curious, and chatted with Quirrell awkwardly.

"Professor Quirrell, I heard that you once met a vampire in the Romanian jungle. Is that true?"

"Ah... yeah, there was such a time, I barely got rid of it..." Quirrell agreed.

"Really? Then what about you the surviving from zombies in Africa..."

"I also heard that Professor you were so shocked you fainted when reporting the news about the troll at the Halloween party..."

"Besides..."

It was the first time Ivan chatted with the Dark Lord indirectly, Ivan's heart was still very nervous, and he didn't even know what to talk about. Was it be too deliberate to talk about studies in this cheerful atmosphere?

Ivan had to pick some lighter topics first...for example, some interesting things that happened recently.

"Enough!" Quirrell couldn't help but interrupt aloud. Originally, with Quirrell's good temper, he would not easily get angry, but Ivan never stopped talking. Every time he asked about the dark history he wanted to forget...

Especially Halloween, as he thought about it he got get angry. Originally, he pretended to be dizzy at the Halloween venue to remove the suspicion of releasing trolls. It was a manifestation of his high-end acting skills which was highly praised by the Dark Lord. ..

But who would have thought that a Troll was easily killed by the first-year kid Ivan. In addition, Professor McGonagall had used him as a background board to set off the power of the Troll and the fainting incident 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 heard a lot of comments from the backseats that his identity as a professor of defense against the Dark Arts was traded with galleons.

What's worse is that he still could not explain it, no matter how hard and tired, he can only hold it silently in his heart...