Hogwarts, was gnawed at the beginning

After breakfast, there seemed to be a non-existent bell ringing.

Everyone squeezed out of the auditorium and hurried out of the castle. There was very little fun in Hogwarts Castle. Apart from wizard chess, Quidditch was the most lively. Naturally, everyone was unwilling to wait for a long game. You can only sit in a place where the viewing position is not very good.

The smart guy has already taken his breakfast and gone to the stadium to take his place.

Suer naturally followed the crowd out of the auditorium, but turned a corner in the foyer and left quietly under the cover of the noisy sounds and crowds.

He successfully stepped onto the marble stairs, jumped over a tread that suddenly disappeared, and walked up to the second floor of the castle.

The noisy and playful sounds gradually faded away, and tranquility returned to the castle.

Only the sound of Soul's footsteps echoed in the corridor on the second floor.

Not long after, he saw a figure wearing a large black wizard robe waiting for him quietly in the corridor where the library was located.

There are torches burning in the corridors inside the castle all year round, and the flames blown by the breeze passing through the corridors reflect the shadows of the black shadows on the smooth stone slabs.

Like a big bat with teeth and claws.

"Professor Snape." Soul stopped beside the figure.

Snape was still as serious as before, his face was cold and stiff, his hair was still greasy, and his eyes were as cold as a poisonous snake, looking at Soul.

No wonder most young wizards didn't dare to be alone with Snape. No one would feel happy if they met this look that was like looking at someone dead.

If I hadn't been lucky enough to witness other emotions that appeared in Professor Snape a few times.

I can't stand it either.

"I don't know what attracts Dumbledore to you." Snape stared at Soul for a long time, then said coldly, "In my opinion, except for the slightly interesting talents, you and those who don't know the so-called There’s no difference.”

Su Er lowered his head and curled his lips secretly, I thought you were praising me.

"Come with me," he said.

'Shua' The black wizard robes made a sound in the air out of thin air, and Snape turned around and walked in the direction of another corridor.

Sur followed silently.

The corridor where the library entrance was located returned to silence. After a moment, the sound of hurried footsteps was heard, and a furry girl emerged from the end of the corridor.

After a while, she held a small note in her hand and looked excited.

After leaving the library, she found a certain direction in the corridor and trotted all the way. Her footsteps were brisk. You could tell that she was in a very good mood, as if a question that had been bothering her for a long time had been answered.

When walking through a deep corridor, she stopped when she should have left in a hurry, hesitation flashed in her eyes, and she slowly stepped back.

This corridor is very quiet, there are no torches for lighting, only the light from the fire outside the corridor is occasionally blown by the wind and illuminates a corner.

Young wizards generally don't stay in this corridor where there are only a few stone statues of swords and swords with half of their bodies left.

But now this corridor gave her a strange feeling. There was a deep corridor with traces of water from the outside to the inside, as if a long thing had crawled in.

"Fluorescence flashes." The girl took out the wand, chanted the spell, and a little fluorescent light lit up on the tip of the wand.

"Is anyone in there?" she asked loudly as she approached.

But no one answered her. The girl paused before stepping onto the bluestone ground that was not illuminated by the fire. She took a few deep breaths and breathed into her nose a breath of air that was different from the past - why was there a strange smell?

But she just paused and then took a tentative step inside.

One step, two steps, three steps...

With the help of the fluorescent light at the tip of the staff, she finally saw clearly what was at the end of the corridor.

"Crack..." The wand fell to the ground and made a crisp sound when it came into contact with the blue-gray stone bricks.

A flicker of fluorescent light reflected her pale face.

At the same time, the Quidditch pitch set up by the castle wall was filled with excitement. Players from Hufflepuff and Gryffindor were already in place. Mrs. Hooch blew a whistle, accompanied by Jordan's passionate explanation. Voice.

The players took to the air.

The little wizards talked excitedly and raised their telescopes.

Harry felt the warm breeze blowing across his forehead, rising straight into the air.

He nimbly dodged a Bludger rushing towards him and sent it towards the location of the Weasley brothers.

The Weasley brothers cooperated seamlessly, playing with the bludger in their palms with a tacit understanding, each with a stick, and there was a burst of applause.

After completing a beautiful tactical coordination, Harry ascended a certain distance again. With his back to the sun, he firmly grasped the broom and squinted his eyes to scan the entire scene.

A golden light reflected by the sun flashed past.

It's the Golden Snitch!

Harry suddenly cheered up, leaned over the broom, and prepared to launch.

At this moment, Professor McGonagall suddenly ran in from the small door on the side of the arena, holding a huge purple microphone in his hand.

Mrs. Hooch blew the whistle that temporarily terminated the game and landed on the lawn to face Professor McGonagall. Everyone stopped in mid-air and looked at the two professors whispering on the lawn with inexplicable expressions.

Harry had a bad feeling and his heart dropped like a stone.

"The game is cancelled!" Professor McGonagall said through the microphone to the crowded stands. At the same time, Mrs. Hooch blew the whistle to end the game and waved to the team members in the air.

The little wizards in the stands suddenly became noisy. They booed and shouted in dissatisfaction. Harry followed Mrs. Hooch's gesture and landed on the lawn. Oliver Wood, the captain of the Gryffindor team, was already one step ahead. He picked up the broom and said something to Professor McGonagall.

"All students, listen up, you must return to the common room of this college immediately, where the head of the college will tell you more about the situation."

Obviously, Wood's words did not change Professor McGonagall's mind. She took the microphone and announced to the students that this decision could not be changed.

"Please everyone leave as soon as possible!"

Although the little wizards complained that the rare fun was gone, judging from Professor McGonagall's serious expression, the game was really terminated and irreversible.

So, under the guidance of their respective superiors, they left the stands one after another.

Professor McGonagall put down the microphone, looked past Wood, and waved to Harry.

"Potter, I think you'd better come with me..."

Harry's premonition became even worse, but he nodded obediently and followed Professor McGonagall's footsteps with a broom in hand.

When leaving the field and walking towards the castle, Ron squeezed out of the complaining crowd and ran towards them.

Professor McGonagall made no objection.

"Well, maybe you'd better come too, Weasley."

ps: Second update, the country people are going to the city for a bit of fun in the afternoon, see you later.