[HP] The Elegance of the Night

After entering November, the weather becomes very cold.The mountains around the school are gray and covered with ice and snow, and the lake is as cold and hard as tempered steel.The Gryffindor lion cubs had another piece of entertainment, throwing snowballs everywhere to let off steam.

Although the little snakes of Slytherin tried their best to maintain the image of nobles, they were all a bit lazy, as if they had entered a period of hibernation, and they were not interested in anything.Only a few people put on roller skates and gracefully shuttled on the lake covered with thick ice. They did not dare to go far, but only circled along the shore of the lake. Dangerous giant octopuses and mermaids lived under the lake in the Hogwarts Abyss. , they are not friendly to people.

Draco squinted lazily while hugging the magic heater sent from home. It was made of a blue flame in a crystal bottle. The temperature could be adjusted. It was beautiful and safe without burning your hands.

This trick was learned by Miss Granger of Gryffindor, who magically conjured a handful of bright blue flames and carried them with her in a jam jar.This simple product is dangerous and has potential safety hazards.

Once the Redeemers were huddling together for warmth, and Professor Snape walked across the courtyard, blocking the flames from him, knowing that such dangerous things were not allowed.

Snape was walking with a limp, he couldn't see the flames, but the guilty expression on the lion cub's face had already betrayed them deeply.

"What's that in your hand, Potter?" he asked.

Potter took out the book in his hand and showed him, it was "The Origin of Quidditch".

"Books in the library are not allowed to be taken out of the school. Give it to me. Five points will be deducted from Gryffindor." Professor Snape confiscated the book and turned to leave. Potter watched him limping away Far, muttered angrily. "He made up a temporary rule. Look at what's wrong with his leg."

"Don't know, but I hope he's in enough pain," said Ron gleefully.

"It's been so long, why is his leg still not healed?" Ellie was a little depressed, and Hermione guessed with an inquiring spirit: "It should not be an ordinary wound. I heard that Madam Pomfrey in the medical wing is very skilled in medicine. "

"So either his injury is very serious, or there is a toxin left on the wound that is difficult to eliminate." She came to such a conclusion, which is not far from the truth, and Ellie looked a little depressed.

That night, the Gryffindor common room was buzzing. Tomorrow was the Quidditch match. Together with Slytherin, if they won the ranking of their house, they would be able to reach the second place.

In order to surprise Harry, they took advantage of the time when the Savior was looking for Professor Snape to return the book "The Origin of Quidditch" to make a banner.The young Seeker, looking very disturbed, said that writing back the book would relax his nerves and stop him from thinking too much about tomorrow's game.

The lion cubs drew a huge banner with the words "Potter must win" on a bed sheet stained by a little mouse, and Dean, who was good at painting, also drew a big Gryffindor lion underneath. He is Harry's roommate.

Hermione cast a clever spell to make the paint on the banner flash different colors.Ellie embroidered ribbons for each of them to tie around their foreheads.There are two weird square characters written on it.

Ellie said these two words mean-to win.

Harry Potter ran all the way back to the common room. They heard footsteps and quickly hid their things, pretending to be nothing.

"Have you got the book?" Ron asked, looking at Harry's empty hand, and said, "What's going on?"

Harry lowered his voice and told them what he had just seen. There were only Filch and Snape in the room. Snape lifted his robes up to his knees. One of his legs was bloody and mangled. Qi was handing him the bandage. (Professor, your tofu has been eaten)

"Do you know what that means?" said Potter, breathlessly; "Halloween, he tried to pass that big three-headed dog! When we saw him, he was going that way— He's looking for the thing the dog was guarding! I'll bet my broomstick he let that troll in, to distract people!"

Hermione's eyes widened.

"No—he wouldn't," she said. "I know he's not very nice, but he wouldn't steal something that Dumbledore had kept so strictly."

"Honestly, Hermione, you always think all teachers are saints." Ron said curtly, "I agree with Harry, I think Snape can do anything, but he's looking for What, what is that big dog guarding?"

"This is not something we should worry about. Professor Dumbledore will be very considerate. I agree with Hermione," Ellie said firmly. "I saw him on the fourth floor with Igil that day, and he asked Did we see anyone suspicious, so I think he was there to protect that thing."

"Come on, Ellie, don't mention that Blake, you used to look at him strangely, do you like him?" Ron sarcastically.

"I'm just talking about the facts." Ellie raised her clear and noble voice and squinted at Ron, "He was really worried about me that day, I could feel it."

"I can't stand you girls, you all treat him like a prince." Ron was jealous, what's so good about that Black?It's the same thing as Malfoy, "Harry, don't you think so?"

Harry didn't speak, and the atmosphere was a little cold.

"My mind is a little messed up now." It took him a while before he said this.

The next morning, the weather was sunny and cold, and everyone was looking forward to this wonderful Quidditch match, chatting happily.By eleven o'clock it seemed the whole school was in the stands around the Quidditch pitch, many with binoculars.

The little snakes of Slytherin were all sitting in the auditorium reservedly, holding green flags with the school snake totem in their hands, and the enthusiastic little lions of Gryffindor huddled together and stuck to the guardrail, waving Holding a small red flag and holding a huge banner.

"Go Gryffindor!" they yelled.

"What's that thing on those heads? Are they playing cool?" Draco pointed to the colorful band around Ron's head, with weird square words written on it.

"I don't know it either, but I think it means 'must win', just like the one on the banner." Igil guessed.

"We must win! Go dream, Slytherin must win!" Draco took the lead and shouted.As the competition progressed fiercely, the little Slytherin snakes no longer cared about their image. They waved their flags and got out of their seats and crowded in the front row.

Snapped!Pansy screamed from the crowd, "Bracey, where are you touching!"

The boy trembled, "I'm sorry, I didn't mean to. Pansy... Queen Pansy... Ah!" The crowd mourned.

Boom!There was a roar of anger from the Gryffindors - Marcus Flint deliberately charged Harry Potter, the Savior's broomstick jerked off course, but Potter held onto it.

"Nice job!" Draco laughed loudly, and he told Igil, who was standing next to him, that one more time would be even better.Quidditch is indeed a crazy sport.

"Merlin's socks, look at Harry!" Everyone in the stands pointed upwards at Harry.His broom writhed wildly, and Harry was thrown off by it, and he was now hanging in the air with only one hand on the broomstick.

"What's going on, is this a new trick of Saint Potter? He still thinks he's not attractive enough?" Draco curled his lips.

"There seems to be something wrong." Igil said, Draco certainly knew something was wrong, he just said that on purpose just now.With Dumbledore in Potter, the boy will be fine, at most he will be scared.

At this point the Gryffindor cubs realized that something was wrong.

"Did something happen to the broomstick when Flint ran into him just now?" whispered a lion cub.

"Impossible," said Hagrid, who was standing among the lions, his voice trembling slightly, "except for powerful black magic, nothing can interfere with a broomstick—it's impossible for a child to do this to Nimbus 2000." Kind of magical."

"I figured it out," gasped Hermione, "it was Snape — look."

"What should we do?" Ron asked anxiously. Through the binoculars, he also saw Snape standing in the middle of the stands opposite them, his eyes fixed on Harry, and he muttered silently.

"Look at me." Before Ron could say another word, Hermione disappeared. She walked through the crowd with difficulty and came to the stand where Snape was. The professor kept arguing.

Hermione was walking so fast along the row of seats behind the professor that she knocked Professor Quirrell headlong into the seat in front.Just as she drew out her wand to whisper a spell, Ellie snatched her wand.

"What are you doing, Ellie!"

"Listen, the professor is innocent. He didn't do it," Ellie explained to her hastily.She was so strong that she grabbed Hermione's wrist and tried to drag her back to the Gryffindor auditorium.They wrestled and fell on Professor Quirrell who had just got up.

"I'm sorry, Professor." Ellie apologized.

She quickly got up from him, accidentally stepping on Quirrell's hand in the process.

"Oh, Professor Quirrell, I didn't mean to." She grabbed Hermione's wrist and continued to drag her away, probably because she was too anxious, Hermione was dragged by her and stepped on Professor Quirrell.

"I'm sorry, Professor, we really didn't mean it." Ellie apologized sincerely, and Quirrell had already rolled his eyes at this time.

High in the air, Harry was suddenly able to climb back onto the broomstick.He rushed towards the ground quickly and landed on all fours.

"I've caught the Snitch!" he yelled, swinging the ball high over his head.

Gryffindor, come on!

Gryffindor, come on!The little lions cheered happily, and the game ended in chaos.

"I told you it wasn't Professor Snape!" Ellie said excitedly, "Harry, do you still remember your bet with the broomstick yesterday? It came true so quickly."

"But someone put a spell on me," said Harry. "Maybe he spotted you and stopped."

"What are you suspecting? Professor Snape is a teacher at Hogwarts." Hagrid knew nothing about what happened next to him in the stands.

Harry, Ron, Hermione and Ellie exchanged glances.

"In fact, we found something, a big dog with three heads."

The plot followed the original direction, and they set out a man named Nick Flamel from Hagrid.

"Why don't you believe me, Professor Snape is a good man." Ellie always defended Professor Snape, but with little success.

"He looks unbelievable," said Ron, shrugging. "Sullen, tongue-in-cheek, and always taking points off us, if all good people were like him."