Professor HP is not a pedophile

"Actually, it would be a good thing if Dobby really came," Severus said after pondering for a while, "then we can be sure whether the Gold Cup has really arrived at Malfoy Manor."

Mrs. Lockhart nodded in agreement, and then looked him up and down, looking very surprised, "It's strange, your temper has become better and better recently, and you don't even speak venom anymore. The power of love is really strong." It’s so great? It’s completely different from what I read in the book!”

Severus' face immediately darkened, and he glanced at her coldly, "You talk too much, don't you see that your husband is already looking at you like a little girl whose doll has been snatched away? All day long Who has the right to say something about me for being funny?"

"Hahahaha!" Mrs. Lockhart laughed loudly, "That's called fun, you guys won't understand it! I'm waiting for the day when I see your chubby, come on!" She blinked maliciously, "But it seems that your road ahead is still very rough..."

Severus stood up angrily and went to the Hufflepuff stands. Regardless of whether Dobby would come or not, he thought it would be safer to stay next to Harry first.

Seeing the Potions Master walking towards them, the little Hufflepuff badgers stood up and stepped aside in fright, and then watched with black faces (well, whenever Severus Very scary in their eyes...) Potions Master sat next to their delicate (?!) cute little Harry.

"Professor? Why are you here?" Harry asked suspiciously.Neville, who was sitting on the other side of him, had quietly moved a few seats to the side.

Severus said lightly, "Something."

"Oh..." Harry nodded, and didn't ask him what's the matter again. He turned to look at Neville, "Huh? Neville, what are you doing so far? Come here, we haven't finished what we just said .”

Neville looked around, and saw that the savior grabbed the female prefect Sylvanas next to him, and said with a dry smile to Harry: "No, no, no, Sister Sylvanas has something to do with me."

Sylvanas tucked Neville's little head in his arms very cooperatively, dragged him a little bit to the side, then waved and smiled at Harry, "Little Harry, Neville, let me use it first." , I'll pay you back later!"

Harry gave Neville a sympathetic look - in fact he was the one who needed sympathy in the eyes of others - then turned to Severus and muttered, "Look, professor, De Draco is out, he looks so good today, how long do you think he will catch the Snitch after the start of the game? Let me tell you, Draco is very good, he flies so fast every time he trains,' Swish, swish, their captain said he was the best Seeker in Hogwarts blablabla..."

Severus squinted at Draco upon hearing this.

And his poor godson was standing on the field trying to get on his broomstick when he suddenly felt a chill down his back.He looked around suspiciously, and then got on the broom at the captain's urging.

The referee Mrs. Hooch blew the whistle to start the game, and the players from both sides quickly took to the air.

There was a lot of noise in the crowd, and they were welcome to take off. Harry opened his eyes excitedly and followed the figure of his friend, unconsciously grabbed the sleeve of Severus beside him, and pointed to him happily, "Professor, Della Ke Fei is so high, look at it!"

Severus snorted in reply, took out his wand and held it in his hand on guard.

Draco flew higher than everyone else, squinting around, looking for the Snitch.Harry watched him intently, cheering every now and then as he pulled off a brilliant feint.

At this moment, a heavy black Bludger flew towards the stands like an arrow from the string.

Severus narrowed his pupils, pulled Harry into his arms, raised his wand and cast a "Bonebreaker" on the Bludger that had almost flown in front of them, and the Bludger was in the air less than three feet away from them It turned into powder and sprinkled on the heads of the little badgers.

The students screamed in alarm and frantically slapped the dust off their bodies.

But it's not over yet. Soon, another Bludger and a Quaffle came from two directions. At this time, Professor Sprout, the dean of Hufflepuff, also saw that Something was wrong, and Severus smashed the two balls separately.

Now the only ball left on the field is the Golden Snitch who doesn't know where he is.

Severus did not relax his guard, he protected Harry with one hand, and stared at the sky ahead with his wand in the other.

The students also sensed that something might have happened.

The game commentator exclaimed excitedly, "Oh! What's going on now? How did the Bludgers and Quaffles start hitting the crowd? Where's the batsman?"

Referee Mrs. Hooch blew the silver whistle to stop the game, then brought out the spare Bludger and Quaffle.

Minutes into the restart, the three big balls started flying towards Harry again.

The audience seethed.

Severus once again teamed up with Professor Sprout to smash the ball.

At this time, a huge noise broke out in the stands, and everyone was talking about it.

The little badgers were very disturbed, because these attacks were directed in their direction.

Mrs Hooch had to stop play again to take out the last set of balls.

Not long after those balls were lifted into the air, and the critters were still guessing whether there would be another attack, the Slytherins erupted into a huge cheer. Their Seeker Draco was riding on a broom with his right hand high Raised high, the Snitch's wings protruded from between his fingers, glistening in the sunlight.

Mrs. Hooch blew the whistle for the end of the game with great relief, and due to magical constraints, all the balls automatically flew back into the ball box.

The game commentator yelled: "Slytherin caught the Snitch! Game over! Oh what a bad game, all the batsmen and chasers were completely useless! Let's congratulate Slater Lin's Seeker, he's so lucky today!"

"Jordan!" Professor McGonagall, who was in charge of supervising the narrator, interrupted him sharply.

Draco fell to the ground with a black face, surrounded by his teammates.It seemed that he was very angry with the Gryffindor commentator.

"Professor, what's going on here?" Harry looked up at Severus in bewilderment, "Why do those balls seem to be coming at us?"

Severus let him go, looked him up and down, and was relieved to find that he hadn't suffered any damage, and rubbed his head reassuringly, "It's okay, maybe the ball has been used for too many years and something went wrong Come on, don't go with your classmates later, follow me back to the cellar."

The little thing looked at Draco who was still on the court, and said distressedly: "But Neville and I have made an appointment with Draco to celebrate for him, we have found a good place..."

"Go to the cellar to celebrate!" Severus made the decision for him, "You go and make an appointment with Longbottom and ask him to inform Draco that it's not safe outside."

"Okay..." The little thing took a few steps to the side lazily, grabbed Neville who was about to leave, and whispered to him.

Little Neville's face changed drastically after hearing his words.

"Neville, go, go, the professor is very nice to me, he said it's not safe to celebrate outside ~ Draco went too~" Harry shook his friend's arm and encouraged him, "Do you want to celebrate?" Thinking, what if we are suddenly hit by something flying in outside~"

Neville glanced at Severus, nodded pitifully, "Okay, then I'll go back to the dormitory first, and go there at night..."

Smiling, Harry let go of him and ran back to Severus.

Severus patted him on the back and said flatly, "Let's go."

"Yeah!" The little thing happily followed him and left the stands.

Neville looked at his friend's back as he walked further and further away, sighed wanting to cry without tears, and walked down the stands dejectedly.

Draco, who retreated from the field with a broom, saw the limp little Badger at a glance, called him and ran over.

Neville rushed over to hang on his arm with tears in his eyes, and said aggrievedly: "Draco~ Harry doesn't love us anymore..."

"What's wrong?" Draco asked with a smile, "What happened to you?"

"Since he moved to live with Professor Snape, he has rarely been with us..." Neville was very sad, "The three of us used to do everything together... Now it's always just me and you……"

Draco took his hand and walked slowly, "You don't like being with me?"

"No, I just feel that it's a bit bad to be without someone..." Neville sniffed, and said weakly, "Look, even the matter of our appointment to go to the small garden to celebrate with you is gone, He said Professor Snape told us to go to the cellar to celebrate..."

"What?!" Draco's eyes widened, "My godfather said that?!"

"Hmm...Harry said that Professor Snape told him it wasn't safe outside..." Neville nodded, "He also said that Professor Snape was very kind to him... What's the matter? Wasn't he still old last semester? Trouble with Harry?"

Draco stared at the sky silently...he felt that his brain was not enough...

Harry really didn't have many activities with them recently. It was okay when the school first started. In the past few weeks, he has been seen less and less in the auditorium for dinner.

He has nothing to do with himself, after all, he usually has his own affairs in Slytherin, but Neville is much more lonely, this kid used to have meals with Harry every day, and usually attended classes and extracurricular activities with Harry. Harry is inseparable, and now suddenly without Harry's company, the child must be very sad...

Draco looked at Neville, who was depressed, and secretly made up his mind: "I must get Harry back from the godfather!"

However, this wish of his may be hard to come true.