Harry Potter had won another match.
This was probably the fastest victory in the history of the Hogwarts.
He descended from the sky and happened to see Snape's ashen or pale face. But the worse Snape looked, the better Harry felt.
An hour later, Harry left the changing room alone.
He was going to return his "Nimbus 2000" to the broom shed. Because of this victory, he was happier than ever before.
Because in his heart, he had finally done something that was truly worthy of being proud of. In the future, no one would say that he "only had a famous name".
It was almost dusk. The air outside the Hogwarts Castle had never been so fresh and pleasant.
Harry walked across the damp grass, and the scene from the past hour replayed in his mind. It was a blurry and happy memory: the Gryffindor students running over to put him on their shoulders; Ron and Hermione jumping up and down in the distance, Ron cheering as he bled from his nose.
He was so happy that he didn't even notice the house elf behind him and the quill in front of her that didn't seem to be writing.
[Illusion Record]. This was the elf's innate magic. Under a certain probability, she could read the thoughts of the person under the spell.
Obviously, the probability was very high today. Otherwise, the record would only say "He is very happy today". As for why he was happy, that would be left to Joanne to fill in the blanks.
As the two of them walked one after the other, the darkness of the night gradually deepened.
Harry had already arrived at the broom shed.
After putting the broom back properly, he didn't leave in a hurry. Instead, he leaned against the wooden door of the broom shed and looked up at the Hogwarts.
Under the light of the setting sun, the windows shone with a mesmerizing red halo.
Because the Gryffindor team was leading.
He finally succeeded. He made Snape see …
"Wait … That's Snape?"
Harry's eyes widened. He saw a hooded figure quickly walking down the steps of the main entrance of the castle. Obviously, he didn't want to be seen. After going down the steps, he quickly ran towards the Forbidden Forest.
Not far away, Harry, who was watching all of this, felt the joy of victory gradually disappear.
He recognized the figure, whose furtive gait was all too easy to recognize. It was none other than his Potions instructor, Severus Snape.
What was he trying to do by sneaking into the Forbidden Forest while others were having dinner?
Harry hurriedly turned around and took out the broom. Then, he jumped back onto the flying broom and silently rose into the air.
Behind him, the quill pen in front of the elf suddenly stopped. The house elf frowned, raised her hand to grab the quill and paper, and used Phantom Shift to disappear.
Harry silently glided over the top of the castle. Under the illumination of the castle lights, he saw Snape running and sneaking into the Forbidden Forest. He gritted his teeth and followed him.
But the trees in the Forbidden Forest were too dense and he could not see where Snape had gone.
He carefully controlled the broom to circle in the air, flying lower and lower. Recently, it was almost flying above the treetops. Luckily, he finally heard someone talking.
Thus, the little Wizard flew towards them lightly and silently landed on a tall beech tree.
He still couldn't see or hear anything here.
Harry carefully climbed forward along a branch. He held the flying broom tightly in his hand and hung on the branch in a strange position. He wanted to see what Snape was doing through the leaves.
Hard work pays off.
After adjusting for a while, he could finally see the scene below.
In the open space filled with shadows stood Snape, but he was not alone.
Professor Quirrell was also standing there, seemingly arguing with Snape. Harry could not see the expression on his face, but he could hear that he was stuttering more than ever.
"I … I don't know why you … you … you chose this place to meet, Severus?"
"Oh, I don't think this should be made public," Harry heard Snape say coldly. "After all, students should not know about the Philosopher's Stone."
Philosopher's Stone?!
Harry leaned forward. He wanted to hear more clearly, but Quirrell's voice was very soft. Before he could say more, he was interrupted by Snape again.
"Have you figured out how to subdue Hagrid's monster?"
"But, but, but, Severus, I …"
"You don't want me to be your enemy, right, Quirrell?"
Harry saw Snape say as he took a step closer to Quirrell, and the pressure increased.
"I, I don't, know, you …"
"You know very well what I mean, Quirrell. You know very well."
Harry listened attentively. He felt that he had never listened so seriously even in class. Snape's voice suddenly did not annoy him. He could not wait for this potions teacher to say more.
But he did not. Instead, an owl nearby hooted loudly, scaring Harry so much that he almost fell from the tree.
He quickly steadied himself and heard Snape say, "— I'll wait for your little secret trick."
"But, but, I don't — no — no —"
"Very good."
Snape interrupted him, not allowing Quirrell to finish his sentence. This made Harry very angry. "Not too long later, when you have time to consider clearly and decide who you want to serve, we will talk again."
As if something important had happened, Snape covered his head with his cloak and strode out of the clearing.
The sky was almost completely dark, but Harry could still see Quirrell standing there motionlessly like a wooden statue. He very carefully picked up his broom and left the place.
…
Snape did not leave the forbidden forest.
He had originally planned to meet Quirrell in the morning, but Quirrell did not come, so he had no choice but to change it to the evening.
Originally, this conversation would not have ended so easily, but he suddenly heard the hooting of an owl and changed his mind at the last minute.
"I thought you didn't hear it."
Training ground, small wooden hut.
Jon waved his magic wand and placed a cup of tea in front of Snape. The house elf at the side respectfully used Jon's simple "kitchen" to make some snacks and placed it between Jon and Snape. Then, he respectfully bowed and used Phantom Transference to leave.
"What an enviable bloodline."
Snape picked up the teacup and tasted it, then began to answer the question. "How could I not hear it? There are no other owls here. "
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