Chapter 124： George and Snape

Chapter 125

"You!" George's rogue made Snape dumbfounded, punching with all his strength was like hitting cotton, but he staggered and was speechless for a while.

Harry smiled more happily in his heart, his face taut, nothing unusual. Only the corners of his eyes can't help but turn up, his eyes are full of joy, and my heart is full of joy.

He couldn't help thinking, if only he could deal with Snape as easily as George. But when I switched my mind, I realized that George had the confidence and ability, and he was not afraid of Snape wearing small shoes. He didn't need to attend Snape's class. All the homework and experiments were more standard than standard answers.

With such strength, whose face do we need to look at? But if he learns George, he will immediately be greeted with Snape's rage, deduct points, and drive out of class. These are no small things for him.

"Principal, my opinion is that Potter and the others didn't tell the truth completely." Snape's ugly face was gloomy, and he finally gave up on the difficult bone of George. Of course, Persimmon had to be soft.

He turned to look at Dumbledore, "We should cancel some of the privileges granted to Potter until he can tell us the truth of the matter honestly. I propose that Potter leave the Quidditch in Gryffindor. The team, wait until his attitude can be honest."

There was no smile on Harry's face, his face was flushed red, his eyes were straight @±long@±wind @wen@±learning, ww→w.cfw≧x.ne○t sparking, "Damn it. Snape."

He immediately ignited endless hatred for Snape, and he remembered the hard work everyone has been training during this time. Wood thoughtfully came up with a tactic for the Slytherin broomstick, and everyone on the team tried their best to participate in training.

Fred worked desperately. He wanted to use the Sweep Seven Stars to defend the Light Wheel 2001, and he wanted to breathe out for himself. He is an extremely active person, but when training, he has no irregularities of the past, no wrongdoing of the past. He paid too much experience for this game.

Katie Bell, Alia Spinnet, Angelina Johnson, they are girls, but they train harder than boys. To be able to survive in the hands of Wood, a training mad, and become the main player of the team, they have put in too much hard work and too much effort.

And himself, Harry bears the hard work of all his teammates, he bears the expectations of all his teammates. All the teammates worked hard and worked hard to hold Slytherin's round of 2001. It's all to create opportunities for him, he can't imagine that he will lose, he must win.

But now, seeing the competition soon, seeing everyone's hard work is about to gain. At this time, Snape thought of a sentence, a question, and a hatred of Harry.

He unexpectedly, he actually wants to deprive all players of the Gryffindor team of hope. Just in exchange for a disgraceful victory for his academy team.

Harry couldn't imagine how sad his teammates would be if he were kicked out of the team because of what happened today. The team lacked seekers, and the substitutes were too late. All their efforts, all their blood, and all their expectations during this period were ruined by a fluttering sentence and a decision.

Maybe they didn't blame Harry, they might just blame themselves for bad luck and Snape for being partial. They would also comfort Harry and let Harry not be sad.

But that's it, it's this kind of thoughtfulness, this kind of understanding, will make Harry's heart suffer thousands of times. He has suffered too much injustice and too much torture. But what he can't bear the most, and what he can't afford the most is the gentleness of his friends. Those gentleness are expectations of him and understanding of him, and those gentleness are love.

How could he just ruin this?

The anger has burned from the soles of the feet to the tips of the hair. When the whole body is full of flames, people will not feel the heat.

Angrily grinned, Harry had a weird smile on his face.

"If Snape wanted to hurt my friend, I would never let him go. It doesn't matter what kind of **** grievances this **** raises and my dead ghost father."

Fortunately, things did not go to the worst, Harry was not alone, and Snape was not the world.

"You can't do this, Severus," Professor McGonagall said sharply. "We have no reason not to let a child play, and we have no reason to deprive a child of his efforts. There is no evidence that Potter did anything wrong. It's not being hit by a broomstick."

Although Professor McGonagall is harsh, he is not a bastard. She is very strict, and when she gets into trouble with the students of her college, she will deduct points even more severely. But she will not hate students for no reason, and she will not harm students unnecessarily.

She knows how hard the players of the Gryffindor team have worked during this time, and she is proud of them. She didn't allow Snape to use the convenience of power to casually, unprovoked, and shamelessly hurt these hardworking children.

Dumbledore stared at Harry with a scrutiny gaze, facing the gaze of his bright blue eyes, Harry did not flinch, he felt himself pierced by the gaze. But he did not allow himself to live up to the expectations of his teammates, nor did he allow himself to live up to his teammates' efforts.

Maybe it was the firmness in Harry's eyes that moved him, maybe the expectation in Harry's eyes had convinced him, maybe the anger in Harry's eyes had reminded him.

"There is no evidence to prove guilty, that is innocent, Severus." He made a firm sentence.

Snape's face was even more ugly, his face was blue, he was very angry, he had used enough means to target this little bastard but it was always not going well, this little **** always It is likable, and there is always someone to help this bastard.

All this is like that bastard, the **** whose name he even doesn't want to mention.

The **** wanted to kill him, but in the end he saved him. He owed him his life-saving in the conspiracy of the bastard. The shameless and conspiracy of the **** can always succeed, whether it is to make him owe a life-saving grace or deceive Lily.

Thinking of this, Snape wanted to torture Harry desperately.

"My Mrs. Lorice is petrified." Filch screamed sharply, his eyes bursting out, and his veins were exposed. "I want to see someone suffer the same torment as Mrs. Lorice."

Filch hated his weakness very much at this time, and he could only watch Mrs. Loris lying there stiffly. And the whole scene, except for him, didn't care about poor Mrs. Loris.

In the eyes of others, this is just a damn, ugly cat.

(To be continued.)