Chapter 52: Chapter 52: Plan to explode Quirell
Just when Harry was about to continue reading, Professor Snape found him.
"Potter!"
Professor Snape said angrily, his face was about to be twisted with anger, he put down his black robe to cover his injuries.
"Professor, I wonder if I can get my book back..." Harry tried to use the excuse he had thought of before to defend himself.
Professor Snape roared: "Get out! Get out!"
Professor Snape looked very scary at this moment. Harry felt that if he retreated without knowing the time, Gryffindor's house points would probably be cleared.
Harry hurriedly left the room and closed the door with his backhand.
After doing this, he let out a long breath and looked at his friends behind him.
"How was it, did you see it all?" Harry asked.
Irina nodded: "Yeah, judging from Professor Snape's wound and his words, his injury was caused by the three-headed dog."
Although Irina knew the truth, her friends had limited clues, and she couldn't directly show the god's perspective.
So, she could only humbly teach them!
"Do you know what this means?" Harry held his breath, "On Halloween Eve, Ron and I saw him heading towards the three-headed dog. Obviously, they were looking for what the three-headed dog was guarding!"
Harry said confidently: "I dare to bet my flying broom that he let the troll in to divert people's attention!"
Well, so your flying broom was broken by the Whomping Willow two years later!
"Don't set flags randomly!" Irina blinked innocently.
Harry frowned and said firmly: "What do you mean by setting random flags? Irina, just tell me if there is anything wrong with my analysis?! I tell you, if the troll was not put in by Snape, my Nimbus 2000 would be smashed by the Whomping Willow!"
It's not that I don't want to help you, it's that you are really hopeless!
Irina looked at him helplessly, as if she saw an old general with flags on his back on the stage.
Hermione wanted to refute Harry. In her opinion, the professors of Hogwarts would at least not be bad people.
But there was nothing wrong with Harry's analysis, and Harry swore with his Nimbus 2000, which made Hermione speechless.
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The next day, early in the morning.
On the day of the Quidditch match, the weather was clear and cold.
At this time, there were still nearly five hours before the official start of the Quidditch match, so the Quidditch pitch was still very deserted. Except for Hagrid, who was defrosting the flying brooms, there was no one.
However, after Hagrid finished defrosting and left, an uninvited guest arrived here before everyone else.
This person was Lynn. Lynn was holding a metal block the size of a Rubik's Cube. After he used his wand to cast a layer of Disillusionment Charm on himself, he quickly walked towards the direction of the teacher's seats in the audience stands.
Although Lynn's relationship with Professor Snape in Hogwarts Castle was not very good, it could only be said to be an ordinary teacher-student relationship, but Professor Snape was his Head of House anyway, and he did not want his Head of House to be wronged.
Therefore, Quirrell made trouble, and Quirrell should bear the consequences himself!
The metal block in Lynn's hand was an alchemical bomb that could be triggered remotely, and he planned to stick it to the bottom of Quirrell's chair.
In order not to hurt other professors or classmates, when Lynn was refining this alchemical bomb, he used a special alchemical array to limit its explosion range.
When this alchemical bomb is triggered, there will be an invisible magic shield covering the alchemical bomb within a radius of one meter, and the power of the alchemical bomb after the explosion will be limited by this magic shield. In other words, if this alchemical bomb explodes, only Quirrell will be injured.
Well, a world where only Quirrell is injured is born!
Lynn firmly fixed the alchemical bomb under the chair arranged for Quirrell and nodded with satisfaction.
At this time, someone may say that since Lynn wants to avoid Voldemort, why does he still want to get involved in this matter?
You know, judging from Lynn's identity alone, he can avoid it for a while but not for a lifetime. Since he will have to confront Voldemort sooner or later, it is better to stand in the opposite camp early and take the initiative to attack when everything is still under control.
Quirrell is Voldemort's host. If he gets hurt, Voldemort will be unable to cause trouble for at least a period of time.
And this period will be the best period for Lynn to grow.
Lynn's greatest hope is to refine a dampening stone magic fire that can cover a room before the end of the school year, so that even if Voldemort leaves Quirrell's body, he will have a certain way to deal with it.
After completing these, Lynn quickly returned to the castle, pretending that he had never left the castle.
In Hogwarts Castle, a group of young wizards are enjoying their breakfast.
But at this time, Harry was so nervous that he couldn't eat because of the upcoming Quidditch match.
"It's just a Quidditch match, Harry, what's there to worry about, it's not the O.W.L. exams that are going to start later!"
Irina said generously.
She looked very relaxed. After all, when she took the college entrance examination, she ate delicious food on the day of the exam and even had the leisure to play three games.
In her opinion, Quidditch matches are just small events, and there is no need to be nervous!
After all, this is not the Quidditch World Cup, it is just a group of children's small fights!
Harry looked at her with resentment: "Irina, don't talk without any pain in your waist. If you have the ability, go ahead!"
Irina shrugged: "I can go, but do you dare to let me go?"
"I dare not..." Harry lowered his head and forced a sausage into his mouth.
Soon, the time came to eleven o'clock.
All the teachers and students of the entire Hogwarts Castle came to the audience seats of the Quidditch stadium. The seats were very high and almost half empty, but sometimes it was still difficult to see the match situation.
In the Gryffindor camp, Irina led Hermione to the highest row, where Ron, Neville, Seamus, and others were already cheering.
They drew a huge banner with a bed sheet stained by mice, which read "Potter Must Win". Dean, who was good at painting, also drew a big Gryffindor lion below.
Irina stayed away from the bed sheet with some disgust. An old man in his 40s actually wet the bed, although in the form of a mouse, it was still chilling.
Hermione didn't know this. She cast a clever charm on the bed sheet, making the paint on the banner flash different colors.
On the other side, Lynn also came to the Slytherin camp. As Malfoy's roommate and senior, the Malfoy trio came to reserve a seat for Lynn a long time ago.
"Thank you."
Lynn nodded slightly to Malfoy.
(End of this chapter)
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