novelraw Chapter 84 2 Attempt
Chapter 84 2 Attempt
After Professor Snape strode out of the ward, he waited for several minutes, and the team members and Queenie who had been waiting outside the door early in the morning dared to rush in.
"He's so scary!" Jennifer clutched her heart, "I was scared to death in his potions class, and today he looks much scarier than in class! When will our original professor come back!"
"What did Professor Snape ask you for? Why is he so angry?" Captain Davis held Harry's "Stars and Stripes Nine" and placed it respectfully at the end of the bed, then patted Harry on the shoulder, "But It's not important, what's important is that although you were injured, you still managed to catch the Golden Snitch! This spirit of persistence to the end is commendable!"
"However, the score we opened up is not big enough..."
Queenie shook her head while listening, "You are too crazy to be the captain. I think Harley should stop playing with you."
"Sorry Tom, is your nose okay?" Harry looked at Tom who was hiding in the crowd around the hospital bed, holding his nose, "Although Professor Snape turned the Bludger into a football in time, I The force of the kick - it must hurt to hit your face..."
"It's okay..." Tom sounded weak, smiling at Harry.
Feeling a little forced to smile...
"Are you sure you don't need to see the doctor at the school hospital?"
Tom waved his other hand.
"Anyway, that was pretty cool with you and Jennifer before the Bludger exploded. Should go down in Quidditch history," Crane the Chaser interjected.
"Actually, I think you invented more than one move today. I've never seen anyone do a handstand on a broom." Jennifer laughed.
That's when the Bludger nearly hit Hallie in the lower back, and the key to this handstand is core strength training—all thanks to the plank.
But she is most thankful that today she is wearing pants under the robe...
"Have you ever learned 'sloth hugging a tree and rolling'? It's brilliant."
It was a moment of natural movement, so simple and normal, she used to roll around with the grapple gun every night between buildings in Gotham.
"Also, you really used a Ronsky fake, but the Bludger didn't hit the ground. It's really smart." A No-Maj player said with emotion.
"Okay, okay, I can't stand you Quidditch lunatics. Let Harry rest and rest." Queenie began to yell at people.
"I sat not far from the scout today. He only had eyes for you throughout the game, but he didn't dare to let Davis know that he would definitely kill you." When the players finally pushed and shoved each other After leaving, Queenie let out a long sigh and sat down beside the bed, "I know you won't tell the family, but today is really dangerous."
"They have too many things to worry about. There is no need to disturb them with this matter that has not been clearly proven to be a trick. Don't tell me." Harry told Queenie, "But... Tom really didn't Question? I always think he's weird."
"From what I can remember, what he said is true," Queenie snapped her fingers, and listed Tom's story, "Mr. and Mrs. Smith are both Americans. Because of their perennial travels, they live in the world. It’s very simple; the only thing they carry with them is probably an owl that has followed them for many years, and this owl will go over mountains and mountains with them, etc. It’s boring to watch too much, it’s all scenery.”
"And he does know a lot, and his magic level is also very high, and he also knows a lot of special spells." Queenie nodded, "Some of them have even been classified as black magic. But I haven't seen him yet. He has no intention of doing anything bad. He is so elegant and friendly-of course when you kicked off the broom is not very elegant-the teachers and classmates are more and more fond of him."
And the "elegant" Tom in Queenie's mouth kicked the wall hard outside the ward at this time.
As the instigator of the bludger, he was extremely discouraged. Before coming to the United States, no one knew that the girl who survived the catastrophe was now physically capable of killing most wizards, not to mention the audience, even Tom himself was taken aback.
The first attempt at killing Harry Potter thus ended in failure.
But giving up is not Tom's style.
Even if you can't do it yourself--no direct magic, no touching the target--there are still many, many ways to kill a person.For example - poisoning.
This is not difficult to operate in a boarding and centralized dining environment like a magic school.
Just do it.So, just a few days after Halle's leg injury, on a sunny Sunday, when she and Queenie were having lunch leisurely in the restaurant, Captain Davis suddenly rushed over, grabbed her arm, and wanted to be with her. She discusses the latest tactics.
Harry could only put down his half-eaten lunch, greeted Queenie briefly, and left.
Tom took the opportunity to stand up, walked past Halle's seat, discussed the issue with Queenie, and while Queenie was not paying attention-unknowingly dropped a drop of the deadly potion prepared earlier in Harry's juice.
Captain Davis, who was cast by Tom with the Imperius Curse, didn't have any new tactics to come up with, so Harry could only stand outside the restaurant door, frowning as Captain Davis suddenly spoke incoherently, explaining to the players who had fallen behind arrange.
"Are you alright, Captain." Harley looked at Davis who suddenly looked puzzled. Was he driven crazy by the pressure of the game?
"Why am I here?" Davis scratched the back of his head, "Strange...sorry, Harry."
Harley waved her hand, expressing that she didn't mind, and walked back to the restaurant - and as soon as she came back, she poured out the juice and the remaining uneaten food, and took some again, making Tom, who was expecting a good show, stare straight at the side .
Queenie looked familiar.
Tom couldn't bear it any longer, and leaned over to ask Harry, who was calm and focused on the steak, "That juice...why didn't you drink it? You're...a waste of food."
"It's common sense. You can't eat food or drink once you leave your sight in public." Harley cut the steak and said without looking up, "Uncle Bruce taught me this. You don't know how many people I want to drug him."
She frowned, "However, you're right, it's quite a waste. I'll pay attention next time, if I leave half-eaten food, I'll pack it all up and take it away."
"..." Tom had nothing to say.
Who was the "Uncle Bruce" she was talking about!The paranoia of persecution is so serious!
So, the second attempt to kill Harley ended in failure.
Hidden weapons and poisoning are not acceptable, what should I do for the third time?Tom was lost in thought.
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*I still have to go out to go through formalities today, and the second update is still around 12 o'clock in the evening.
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