Chapter 167 Harry’S Conflict With Quidditch, The Sorting Hat And The Sword Of Gryffindor
A large part of human nature is actually predetermined at birth.
Coupled with the acquired life environment and various things experienced, through continuous observation and growth, another part of the acquired worldview will gradually take shape.
And Tom, this man is hopeless.
Merope Gaunt relied on a love potion to seduce the handsome old Muggle Tom Riddle. When the two had sex, the drug had already had a bad effect.
And when she gave birth to Tom, Merope was already extremely ill and eventually died at the door of the orphanage.
Tom's birth was a tragedy.
Coupled with the experience in the orphanage, there is also the long-standing discrimination against non-pure bloods in Slytherin House.
This developed Tom Riddle's contradictory character of being selfish, cold, greedy, and deeply inferior to himself.
Facing a sixteen-year-old Dark Lord, Wayne did not intend to completely change Tom's thinking, but instead instilled some methodology and contradiction, objective and subjective logical dialectics.
Let him think for himself.
Wayne is not sure what the future will look like, and he is not an omniscient and omnipotent God.
He only knows that the world will become more interesting because of it.
For a demon king, this is enough.
It was late at night when Wayne finally stopped.
Tom digested the discussion between the two.
He gained a lot, but there were also many things that didn't fit his point of view, so now Tom's mind is very confused.
[Master Potter, are you really thinking about these things yourself? 】
Brother Tom was suspicious. Countless Legilimency tests made him very sure that the person he was talking to was his destined enemy, Harry Potter.
But why does a twelve-year-old boy have such a profound insight into the connection between things?
"Of course not, I learned it in school."
"In a Muggle school, even a student can have a few words with you.
Wayne silently added a limited country in his mind.
【I see. 】
When Tom heard that it was Muggle thoughts, he instinctively felt uncomfortable and did not continue to ask.
Then he made another request.
[Master Potter, the power of the diary is getting weaker and weaker. 】
"Didn't I use special ink for you?"
[The effect is getting worse and worse now. Every time I help you with your homework, it costs a lot of energy stars. 】
【Can you help bring some blood of magical animals?】
Tom was really fed up with the strange smell of this dragon's blood ink, and the vitality contained in it was getting less and less.
He wanted to use powerful magic to affect 'Harry', but this energy was simply not enough.
Seeing Harry's delay in answering, Tom added.
[It doesn’t need to be too precious, just have more types of 423. 】
"Okay, I'll buy some for you in Diagon Alley."
Wayne finally agreed.
But agreeing and doing it are two different things.
For the next week, Tom kept asking, but Wayne always talked him around and failed to fulfill his promise.
Saturday.
It's school Quidditch day again.
As December approaches, the air becomes colder and colder, and the players from both colleges wear thick sweaters and woolen pants under their competition robes.
Fortunately, it didn't rain today and the visibility was pretty good, so Snape's efforts were not in vain.
In fact, before the game, Wayne considered summoning a heavy rain to make Snape sick.
But thinking that it was the competition players who suffered, and not Snape himself, I regretfully gave up on this idea.
It is worth noting that Dumbledore, who had not appeared in front of everyone for a while, also came to the competition and sat between Snape and Professor McGonagall.
Mrs. Hooch's whistle fell, and the players from both teams took off on their broomsticks.
Slytherin's all-white Nimbus 2001 quickly took over the scene. Their speed was much faster than the old Sideswipe and Comet broomsticks.
Even though Oliver Wood defended desperately and made several wonderful saves, the score still quickly reached 80-10.
Commentator Li Qiaodan said worriedly: "There is no time left for the Gryffindor team. If Harry Potter cannot catch the Golden Snitch as soon as possible, their hope of winning will become increasingly slim."
Malfoy smiled proudly. There was no Golden Snitch in his eyes, only Harry who kept trying to get rid of him.
The two Seekers were almost stuck together. Wherever Harry flew, there was definitely Malfoy within five meters.
A Bludger whizzed past with strong wind, making Malfoy pale with fright, and he quickly ducked to avoid it.
The Bludger continued unabated and flew straight towards Harry, but the crisis was averted with a quick move by him.
However, what Harry didn't expect was that the Bludger stopped suddenly before it flew very far, turned a corner and continued to rush towards him.
Next, it was as if the Bludger had spotted him.
The twins also discovered the dilemma Harry was facing, and quickly flew to his side, sandwiching him in the middle like guardians, and used the sticks in their hands to knock away the bludgers over and over again.
Lee couldn't see the Golden Snitch at all, but saw the two men's waving arms.
In the stands, Dumbledore glanced at Snape beside him.
"Are you doubting me?" Snape's forehead was filled with veins, and Dumbledore's look made him hurt.
"Of course not, I'm just wondering why you didn't take action."
Dumbledore said in his own voice.
"Last year you saved Harry from Quirrell."
"You also said it was last year. There is nothing this year Quirrell, and you are still the headmaster. Why should you let the headmaster of Slytherin help Gryffindor solve the problem." Snape said coldly.
There's clearly something wrong with the Bludger.
But compared to losing control of the broom, it's nothing. At most, it's just a broken bone.
"I don't deserve to end up either." Dumbledore shook his head slightly.
"In this case..." He looked towards the student stand, where Hufflepuff and Slytherin meet.
There, Wayne is accompanying Astoria.
Seeing Harry in danger, the white-haired lolita exclaimed.
"Potter's flying skills are so good, he looks like someone from the circus."
The girl's wonderful metaphor made many people around laugh, and Wayne couldn't help but sigh.
Harry was undoubtedly a genius at the Seeker position, but he seemed to be incompatible with Quidditch.
Every year the game is unlucky.
Last year's Quirrell, this year's Dobby, next year's Dementors.
Suddenly, a paper crane flew from the side, landed on Wayne's hand and unfolded automatically.
Astoria noticed it, stretched out her little head curiously, and saw the writing on it clearly.
"Helping others is Hufflepuff's greatest quality."
"Who gave this to you?" The girl blinked.
"Who else could it be?" Wayne curled his lips and turned to look at the teachers' auditorium on the right, where Dumbledore was smiling at him.
Wayne didn't pay attention to it at first, but then he thought of something, turned the paper over, used magic to leave a line of words, folded it again into a paper crane and sent it back.
Snape had been paying attention to the small movements of the two people and also saw the replies.
"Give me the Sorting Hat to play with for two days."
"Sorting Hat?" Snape frowned, with confusion on his face.
"What does he want with the Sorting Hat?"
Snape absolutely did not believe that Wayne would do anything meaningless. He wanted the Sorting Hat, which must have a deeper meaning.
But isn't it just a broken hat used for sorting?
"Maybe Mr. Lawrence wants to chat with a friend. He has a good relationship with the Sorting Hat."
Dumbledore pondered for two seconds and found a random reason.
Obviously Snape didn't believe his perfunctory words and was still thinking about it.
After receiving an affirmative answer, Wayne's lips curled up, and he contacted Gardevoir who was reading a book in the suitcase through telepathy.
"Sana!"
Five minutes later, the bludger that had been going crazy finally returned to normal.
Malfoy, who was watching the fun around Harry, was hit unexpectedly and almost fell off his broom.
Harry also took this opportunity to go to the Golden Snitch floating above Malfoy's head.
"Kill!" Li Jordan shouted excitedly: "At the last moment, Harry Potter showed his killer instinct and won one hundred and fifty points for Gryffindor!"
"One hundred and sixty to one hundred and fifty, Gryffindor defeated Slytherin!"
After landing on the ground, Marcus Flint threw the broom on the ground angrily and yelled at Malfoy.
Wayne didn't know what happened next.
At the end of the game, he quietly exited the court and returned to the castle all the way to the principal's office.
In the room, Dumbledore was already sitting in his place.
"Mr. Lawrence, please sit down."
Wayne nodded and sat across from the old man: "Principal, I haven't seen you for a while. Where have you been?"
Dumbledore smiled, and black tea and desserts appeared on the table.
"(aced) went to meet an old friend. Professor Trelawney's prediction is very interesting, but unfortunately I am too stupid to answer it."
"So did you get the answer?" Wayne asked with interest without drinking tea.
Wayne also asked Nicolas Flamel about Trelawney's prophecy.
As a master of alchemy, Nico is also a master of divination. With a crystal ball obtained from ancient ruins, Nico's prophecy is very powerful.
But unfortunately, Nico didn't analyze the reason, and he didn't even know as much as Wayne himself.
After all, he is also the initiator.
As for who Dumbledore went to see...
Needless to say, it must be the one from Nurmengard.
Being able to see the birth of a fat man and a little boy decades in advance is not an exaggeration.
"Nothing." Dumbledore sighed: "That old friend's prophecy ability is somewhat special, and he can only see things that interest him and have strong premonitions.
"He showed no concern for Sybill's prophecy."
"Okay." Wayne curled his lips. There were too many grievances and hatreds between the two people, and it was hard to explain clearly.
Snapped!
Wayne clapped his hands, and after a crisp explosion, Gardevoir appeared with a subdued house elf.
"Hmm, very powerful magic." Dumbledore commented while looking at Gardevoir.
"Can you introduce it to me?"
"Gardevoir, my butler."
"Sana!"
"Hello, Miss Gardevoir."
Gardevoir saluted like a lady, and Dumbledore responded with a smile.
Everyone has their own secrets. The more extraordinary a person is, the more secrets he or she will naturally have.
If you explore too much, it will only damage the good relationship between him and Wayne.
"Professor, I've handed the person over to you, so I'll leave first."
Wayne walked towards the Sorting Hat and took it in his hand.
"Lawrence boy, what are you going to do?" the Sorting Hat couldn't help shouting.
"Professor Dumbledore leaves you to me to play with for a few days." Wayne said truthfully: "As I
The reward for catching this house elf.
"Is this true, Dumbledore!"
The Sorting Hat's voice was full of disbelief, "You just handed me over like this?"
"Mr. Lawrence will be good to you." Dumbledore comforted the hat, but he was still a little worried and whispered to Wayne:
"Please be kind to the Sorting Hat. Without him, the sorting ceremony next semester will be a headache."
"Don't worry." Wayne winked, "I promise to return it to you intact.
Inside the cabin, Wayne put his hat on the table.
The straight peak in the past has drooped down, and now the Sorting Hat is very injured.
He actually became a bargaining chip in the transaction. No principal has ever treated him like this.
"Boy Laurence, why did you bring me here?" the Sorting Hat asked weakly.
"Ah." Wayne looked at him with his chin propped up: "I read a book, and it said that you have a big secret hidden in your body.
"What's the big secret?" The Sorting Hat was confused: "Why didn't I know?"
"Stop pretending, Gryffindor's sword is within you."
Wayne turned the sorting hat over and put his hand in it for a while.
"Ah, stop, stop quickly!"
"It's so rude. Can you please be gentler? There's nothing in it!"
The Sorting Hat protested loudly, but Wayne ignored it. He carefully explored every corner of the Sorting Hat's interior.
"Wait a minute!" As if being tickled by someone, the Sorting Hat couldn't help laughing: "Godric really didn't put that broken sword...in my place!
"Impossible." Wayne said with great certainty: "It's said in the book that as long as I get your approval, I can pull out the sword.
"Ah Mao, what's the relationship between the two of us? How can you be so prejudiced?"
"Although I am a Hufflepuff, I still have the qualities of a Gryffindor. Give me the sword quickly.
Wayne said very hurt, his hands were not idle, and he was groping for a while.
"Really, it's really not in my body!"
The Sorting Hat screamed: "I am just a portal, the sword can be transported here, put me down quickly!"
"I wish I had said no." After getting the answer he wanted, Wayne put down his limp hat.
"Summon the sword quickly and let me have a good health."
"Naughty boy." The Sorting Hat said weakly, "I should have sorted you into Slytherin right then!"
The Sorting Hat, who never admitted that he had made mistakes in sorting, was also convinced.
"That sword can only be summoned by a wizard approved by me."
"I didn't get your approval?" Wayne looked at the hat in surprise.
The Sorting Hat was silent.
You've almost spoiled me, and you still want my approval?
"Ah, we're all buddies, don't be so stingy." Wayne poked the Sorting Hat: "Come on, show me what Gryffindor's sword looks like.
"No, give me back to Dumbledore."
"I'll buy you another set of maintenance tools."
"It's useless. Dumbledore will buy it for me in the future. Just give up."
Wayne tried to persuade him, but the Sorting Hat didn't agree. He accidentally saw a silver flower on the table, and the boy suddenly had an idea.
It was left over from preparing Christmas gifts for the girls. It was very beautifully made.
Wayne took the flower and put it on the Sorting Hat, looked at it and praised it.
"It's very beautiful."
"Really?" The Sorting Hat felt very fresh.
In a thousand years, no one had ever put decorations on his body.
"Really, I became a lot more fashionable immediately."
God knows how harmful the word fashionable is to a hat that is more than a thousand years old. The Sorting Hat was very happy.
But Wayne took the silver flower down again.
"Show me Gryffindor's sword, and I'll return it to you and fix it with a sticking spell."
"Don't try to bribe me!" the Sorting Hat shouted angrily.
Bang!
The sound of heavy objects falling inside came from his body.
Wayne:
Thanks to the boss [Shaohua Falling] for the 2,000-point reward. He spent a lot of money and this chapter is stuck and the update is a bit late.
I plan to speed up and show a larger world view as soon as possible. Several other schools also play a big role.
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