Harry Potter: Super Magic God

Chapter 125 Respective Abacus

"You!" George's rogue made Snape stunned, and the punch with all his strength was like hitting cotton. Instead, he stumbled and was speechless for a while.

Harry smiled even more cheerfully in his heart, his face tensed, nothing out of the ordinary. Only the corners of his eyes couldn't help but turn up, his eyes were full of joy, and his heart was even more happy.

He couldn't help thinking, if only he could deal with Snape as easily as George did. But after thinking about it, I also realized that George had the confidence and ability, and he was not afraid of Snape wearing small shoes for him. He didn't need to go to Snape's class. All homework and experiments were more standard than standard answers.

With such strength, who needs to look at the face? But if he learns from George, he will immediately usher in Snape's rage, deduct points, and get kicked out of the class. These are not trivial things for him.

"Headmaster, my opinion is that Potter and the others didn't tell the truth." Snape's ugly face was gloomy, and he finally gave up on George's tough bone. Of course, persimmons wanted a soft squeeze.

He turned to look at Dumbledore, "We should revoke some of the privileges given to Potter until he can tell us the truth. I propose that Potter leave Quidditch in Gryffindor. Team, wait until his attitude can be honest."

Harry lost all smiles on his face now, his face was flushed red, his eyes were straight＠±long＠±wind＠±文＠±learning, ww→w.cfw≧x.ne○t on fire, "Damn it. Snape."

His hatred for Snape instantly ignited, and he remembered the hard work everyone had been training for during this time. Wood worked hard to come up with tactics against the Slytherin broom, and everyone on the team participated in training with all their might.

Fred was training hard, he wanted to defend Nimbus 2001 by sweeping the Seven Stars, and he wanted to breathe a sigh of relief for himself. He is a very active and jumpy person, but when training, he is completely free from the indecent behavior of the past, and he is completely free from the nonsense of the past. He gave a lot of experience for this game.

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

And himself, Harry bears the hard work of all his teammates, and he bears the expectations of all his teammates. All teammates, a lot of hard work, a lot of hard work, are to drag Slytherin's Nimbus 2001. It's all about creating opportunities for him, he can't imagine himself losing, he has to win.

But now, with the race soon to come,

Seeing that everyone's hard work is about to be harvested. At this time, Snape thought of a sentence, a question, a hatred for Harry.

He actually, he was going to take away the hope of all the players of the Gryffindor team. In exchange for a disgraceful victory for his academy team.

Harry couldn't imagine how sad his teammates would be if he was kicked out of the team because of what happened today. The team is short of Seekers, and there is no time for substitutes. All their hard work, all their blood, and all their expectations during this period of time were ruined by a single word and a single decision.

Maybe they weren't blaming Harry, maybe they were just blaming themselves for bad luck and Snape for being biased. They would also comfort Harry so that he would not be sad.

But that's it, this kind of thoughtfulness, this kind of understanding, will make Harry's heart suffer a thousand cuts. He has suffered too much injustice, suffered too much torture. But the most unbearable thing for him is the tenderness of his friends. Those tendernesses are expectations for him, their understanding of him, and those tendernesses are love.

How could he just let this go?

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 can't feel the heat.

He laughed in anger, and a strange smile appeared on Harry's face.

"If Snape was bent on hurting my friend, I'd never let him go. No matter what the bloody grievances this son of a bitch had with my dead father."

Fortunately, things weren't at their worst, Harry wasn't alone, and Snape wasn't the whole world.

"You can't do that, Severus," snapped Professor McGonagall. "There's no reason we shouldn't let a kid play, we've got no reason to deprive a kid of effort. There's no evidence that Potter did anything wrong, and the cat has Not being hit in the head with a broom."

Professor McGonagall, though severe, is no jerk. She is very strict. When a student in her own college gets into trouble, 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 Gryffindor players have worked during this time, and she's proud of them. She would not allow Snape to harm these hardworking children casually, unprovoked, and shamelessly through the convenience of his power.

Dumbledore stared at Harry with scrutiny, and Harry didn't flinch at the stare of his piercing blue eyes, which he felt pierced through. But he did not allow himself to live up to the expectations of his teammates, and he did not allow himself to live up to the efforts of his teammates.

Maybe it was the determination in Harry's eyes that moved him, maybe it was the anticipation in Harry's eyes that convinced him, maybe it was the anger in Harry's eyes that reminded him.

"There's no evidence to prove guilt, it's innocent, Severus." He made the verdict firmly.

Snape's face was even more ugly, his face was ashen, he was very angry, he had used enough means to target this little bastard. But it doesn't always go well, this little bastard is always likable, and there is always someone to help this little bastard.

It's all like that bastard, the bastard who doesn't even want to mention his name.

The big bastard once wanted to kill him, but in the end he saved him. Instead, he owed his life-saving in the big bastard's conspiracy. The bastard's shamelessness and conspiracy always succeed, whether it's making him owe a life-saving grace or deceiving Lily.

Thinking of this, Snape couldn't wait to torture Harry with all his might.

"My Mrs. Norris was petrified," Filch screamed, his eyes bulging and his veins showing. "I want to see someone suffering the same torment as Mrs. Norris."

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

In the eyes of others, it's just a damn, ugly cat.

(To be continued.)