novelraw Chapter 83 Bludgers and Football
Chapter 83 Bludgers and Football
"I must come and congratulate Miss Potter. I'm sure that after today, like the 'Lonski Feint,' you'll be honored with a Quidditch move named after you—'Potter Really Killer move'! Go kick a Bludger! Have you got your brain eaten by a slug?"
"Didn't Mr. Wayne teach you the hardness of iron?! It's a huge bullet under high-speed motion! The Muggle education you are proud of every day is given to Merlin?"
"Why did you make such redundant and dangerous moves?! I think your small activities in Gotham are not enough to kill you? At least it was to fight crime! And just now on the court, you just showed off your skills! In order to show off! I still have I imagined that under Mr. Wayne's many years of teaching, you will learn more about his cautious attitude! Now I understand that I was wrong! You and your father are just as virtuous! Impulsive! Reckless! Reckless!"
"Blurrs are for dodging! Not kicking! You think this is Muggle football?"
Harry was sitting on the hospital bed of the Ilvermorny School Hospital, still dazed by the painkillers he had just taken.Professor Snape was pacing up and down excitedly at the end of her bed, dancing and scolding her like a cannonball.
"Sorry, I forgot at that time." Harry shrank into the cushion behind him, "Thanks to Professor Snape for turning the iron Bludger into a football in time, I saved my leg. Thank you professor."
"You just wait one more second! Dodge one more time! I can blow up that ball!" The Potions Professor looked even more angry, his hooked nose could almost breathe fire, "And you don't! You have to show it Your unique technique! If I don't have time to change the spell! That ball will explode your face!"
"A leather football will break your bones! Have you ever thought about what would happen if it were an iron Bludger!"
"Probably broke..." Harry trembled, "Quidditch is really a dangerous sport..."
She didn't refute any of Professor Snape's accusations, just sat obediently and let him vent.Who made him count as his own savior?Moreover, what Professor Snape said was very reasonable, and of course she would listen to the reasonable reprimand.
But she doesn't regret it, if she doesn't do something, anything, Jennifer's chest will be hit.
If you think about it, you will know that it is much more serious than a fractured calf.
The cuteness of Potter's dead girl at this time made Snape feel like he had punched cotton, and his anger vented so naturally.
This must be her scheming!
But what can he do.
Was it shouting "Don't be so obedient, disobey me, so that I can discipline you happily"?
Then he looks too sick.
The two of them started to stare at each other...
"I promise I won't be so impulsive again, Professor Snape," Harry said first, "but, I think there is something wrong with those two Bludgers."
"They exploded," Snape snorted, his voice hoarse from the outburst of anger just now, "just after you kicked the ball in Tom Smith's face and knocked him off his broom. So we have nothing to check materials. The principal has begun to check all the spare balls in the school."
"Ah... Well, Tom is so miserable, I really didn't mean it, I think I have to apologize to him." Harry stuck out his tongue.
Snape couldn't be bothered to ask whether the girl should apologize to that idiot, in his opinion, the entire Thunderbird Academy Quidditch team was idiots - except maybe Jennifer.
"Speaking of Tom," Snape narrowed his eyes, "what about you and that kid?"
"The professor wouldn't believe those rumors, would he?" Harry rolled his eyes helplessly, "I can handle it. Hasn't he already lost interest in me?"
"Are you disappointed? I asked you when I sent you back to the dormitory that night, and you talked about him all the time, but now you are willing to talk? Is this a confession after a broken relationship?" Snape stared at the girl, she Only 12 years old!Just stuck in a boring relationship between men and women? !
"How is it possible!" Harry's disgusted expression made Snape's tense nerves a little relaxed, "I didn't tell the professor right away, because I was full of thoughts at the time, why did he know my original hair color. It's so weird."
"However, Liz later said that I had new black hair growing on the top of my head, and anyone could see it. So I realized that I was thinking too much."
"Hmph..." Snape's knotted brows loosened a little, "You are still young, don't be fooled by the glib tongue of any senior boy, you don't know where things are going..."
"My God...Professor, you are not trying to teach me that girls should clean up and protect themselves." Harry's eyes widened, "This is too embarrassing, I don't want to listen...I can assure you that I Know enough. If you don't believe me, ask Tim and Brother Dick."
"No, of course not!" Snape was also a little annoyed, and he also felt embarrassed. This topic was not his responsibility...but Lily's...
"What I want to say is," he paused, "when you grow up, you must make wise choices about..." He pinched his nose, lowered his head, as if he was thinking about what he was going to say next Very unaccustomed, "I heard your conversation with Tom that night. You... handled it very well."
Oh my god, Harry couldn't believe it, did she get a compliment from the Potions Master?This is so rare.
"Uh...thank you," said Harry, twisting her fingers into the quilt cover. "So... do you think my mother 'made a wise choice'?"
"Why do you ask that?" Snape's heart stopped beating. The girl's question was too sensitive, and he immediately erected his defensive line.
"It's nothing, I just want to know more about my parents from the perspective of the professor as a good friend... You know, I have no one to ask except you..."
Harry's words touched Snape a little... He didn't want to destroy the image of a father in an innocent girl's heart, even though she now had enough better and outstanding male role models around her.But the biological father is always different...
However, he really couldn't open his mouth to praise old Potter, he would rather swallow slugs.
"Under the circumstances at the time, Potter...that is, your father, was...in all aspects...more than most people...the choice to go with the flow."
Who else if not Potter?And what a mess he himself was, a little henchman of evil caught up in the dark arts.
Although old Potter is a piece of garbage, he is a piece of garbage that is much stronger than himself; moreover, he is righteous garbage, brave garbage, and garbage under the sun... *
Once again, Harley, who didn't get a clear answer about her father's personality, could only tilt her head, chewing on the long attributive words in Professor Snape's words just now, trying to extract a father's image from it.
Harry decided to let go of the question for now.
"I've never asked the professor, why did you come to America when I was in the second grade?" The girl's eyes were shrewd like Wayne's.It made Snape quite annoyed.He should leave the school hospital as soon as possible.
"career planning."
"Then why are you and Headmaster Dumbledore still communicating?"
"Because Dumbledore is not good at potions..." This sentence was almost squeezed out between the teeth, and if you understand it, you will be annoyed if you ask it again!
"All right……"
"Concentrate on your studies, concentrate on saving your life, and stop thinking about messy things."
Harry nodded, but it seemed perfunctory in Snape's eyes.
"Do you know what the right thing to do on the court is?" He sighed, "If it happens to you next time."
Harry thought for a while, although she really wanted to answer "just adapt", but she could fully imagine how this answer would ignite the potions professor's anger.
"Hmm... I don't know..."
"Fly, to, me!"
The author has something to say:
*The medical wing is too Hogwarts, for the sake of distinction, I call the hospital here in Ilvermorny the school hospital - I'm talking nonsense.
*Opinions on Porter Sr. are solely those of the professor, not the author.This article definitely does not black James, let alone Sirius, and still less black Lily.