Professor of LVSS is so cute

Severus naturally had no way of knowing the small calculation in Voldemort's heart. He was having a headache because he ran into Professor Flitwick and others on the Quidditch World Cup pitch!Merlin testified that he just wanted to leave with a symbolic nod on the stadium (however, it is also a ticket for the top box, which is hard to find outside!)——

You must know that there is still a pot of potion bubbling on the stove in the potion room that Voldemort specially opened for him.

"Oh oh oh, what kind of fate is this, dear Severus, we are so lucky to meet again in a faraway country!" Professor Flitwick, who was sitting on Hagrid's shoulders like a child, enthusiastically waved at Severus!

Severus, who also didn't expect to be recognized in the crowd, also had black lines all over his head.

Professor Flitwick, who met an old friend in a foreign land, ignored the helplessness and entanglement in Severus's heart, and called his colleagues who organized a group to watch the World Cup with his characteristic high-pitched voice: "Hey, guys, come and watch! Look who I ran into!"

The ladies who were picking out souvenirs from the Quidditch World Cup in Germany at the hawker's stall also asked impatiently, "Who?"

Professor Flitwick laughed so hard that he almost fell off Hagrid: "It's Severus, I met Severus!"

"Merlin!" The ladies immediately put down the aid items and souvenirs in their hands, and walked over in a hurry amidst the complaints of the hawkers who were "choosy and didn't buy anything".

Severus forced himself to forget about the cauldron that was still hanging over the fire faithfully performing his duties, and greeted the ladies.

Minerva, Deputy Headmaster of Hogwarts.Mag said in a cordial tone: "This year's World Cup school board was so generous that it reimbursed us for the round-trip fare and the entrance fee - didn't you receive your share? Our seat It's the row - people who didn't see you at all in the last few games."

Mrs. Hooch, who bent her arms for Mrs. Sprout like a polite gentleman, raised her eyebrows and said in a somewhat displeased voice: "As Mr. Prince's Quidditch professor, there is no one better than Mrs. I know better how much he hates this exciting sport. In my course, it never satisfies me!"

Severus rubbed his nose in embarrassment.

"Oh, dear, please don't say that, isn't Severus here? It can be seen that he still likes Quidditch very much."

"Really?" Mrs. Hooch looked up and down suspiciously at Severus, "Compared to you saying that he came to see the World Cup, I believe he is looking for some precious potion. Everyone knows that during the World Cup The country can have whatever it wants.” Because the vast majority of businesses want to take advantage of this four-year national event to make a fortune!

Patriarch Prince continued to touch his nose in embarrassment at what the other party said.

"Unless you can come up with reliable evidence, Mr. Prince, can you let me retract my statement and apologize to you?" Mrs. Hooch followed closely.

"There's no need for an apology, but there's still one piece of evidence," Severus, who was beaten all over his head by the angry Mrs. Hooch, took out a ticket for the top box of the World Cup in Germany from his long-distance running pocket. I secretly rejoiced in my heart that I hadn't thrown it away yet.

Due to the convenience of his vision, Professor Flitwick saw clearly what Severus was holding in the first place, and he let out an "Aww" as excited as he wanted, "It turned out to be a ticket to the top box! Ooh! Merlin's beard!! It's still from Area A!"

"What?! From Zone A?! Special class tickets from Zone A?!" Mrs. Hooch snatched the ticket from Severus, her sharp eagle-like eyes instantly widened!

The end result, of course, was that Severus was swarmed by his colleagues back to the box he had decided to abandon.

This box is a special box specially reserved by the International Quidditch League Committee for the heads of statesmen of various countries - not only has a good view of the game, excellent scenery, but also a dedicated retired Quidditch star player to give full-time and detailed commentary - no People with a certain background can't even step through the threshold.

The professors took it for granted that Severus could get the ticket here.

——No matter how young Severus is as the head of the house, no one will deliberately forget his existence.The reputation of the thousand-year potion family has never been just a decoration.

But this time, everyone misunderstood. The box that Severus brought them here this time came from Lucius. The platinum nobles who were suddenly transferred to the Department of International Magical Cooperation by his master had a lot of connections. As long as he wanted, Area A At least two to three boxes can be reserved for him. Of course, the environment is definitely not as good as it is now, and there is not such a large space.

"There are always so many unfair things in this world—the ones you want are drool-worthy and you can't get them, but the ones you don't want are delivered to your door, and then you are abandoned like a shoe!"

—— Mrs. Huo Qi, who was the first to seize the best stand, sat on the sofa chair with her back straight, took a telescope next to her, and kept looking into the stadium.As the game was about to kick off, the stadium was full of excitement, and there were "loud" loud noises and the screams of various firecrackers and fireworks flying into the sky.

It was clear that the professor looked like a different person when facing Quidditch, so Severus hurriedly pretended he didn't hear anything and asked everyone what they wanted to eat.The other professors who also felt that Mrs. Hooch was a bit aggressive naturally responded enthusiastically, and you quickly decided on the food you wanted to eat.

While waiting for the food and the opening ceremony of the game, Professor McGonagall, who is also the dean of Gryffindor, said in a voice full of emotion: "If Albus knew where we were sitting watching the game now, he would definitely regret it. ——Let’s see if he still dares to use the tickets as an excuse to deceive us.”

"Although the tickets in Zone C are not as good as those in Zone A, they are not that bad—Albus obviously likes Quidditch very much, and I saw quite a few World Cup souvenirs in his office—why are there so many tickets for this session?" Why didn't he say anything?"

"Didn't Professor Dumbledore come with you?" Severus asked in surprise, who heard something next to him.While asking, I remembered an interview and Rita that I had scanned in my memory.The book Albus by Skeeter.Dumbledore's Life and Lies".Could it be that the reason why Dumbledore didn't come to see this year's Quidditch World Cup was not because he didn't want to watch it but because he didn't want to reunite with his old friends in this country? !

As far as Severus knew, the Gellert who had become popular after his death (given by Rita Skeeter) because of his affair with Dumbledore.Mr. Grindelwald is a powerful existence in Germany - the power in his hands is several points stronger than that of Voldemort.

"Oh, yes, of course, of course he didn't come together," Professor McGonagall, who is also an avid Quidditch fan, replied without looking up. "He rejected us with the attitude of being dissatisfied with the tickets, but we all Knowing that what he said is not true, as long as he wants to come, what kind of box and what kind of ticket will he not get?"

Professor McGonagall's words, Severus took it very seriously. Indeed, with Dumbledore's reputation in the global wizarding world, it is impossible for anyone to forget him if the International Quidditch League Committee forgets him—maybe Dumbledore is now There may be all the tickets for this Quidditch World Cup on the desk.

"No one knows what he's thinking, we can never guess what's going on in his mind—" Professor McGonagall mused to himself absently, his eyes happily wandering around the players of the Brazilian representative team. This time the champion will be in Brazil chosen between France and France.Based on the grievances and grievances between Britain and France, the discerning British wizards stood on the side of the African team with a strange mood like looking at monkeys, and happily became obsessed with the tall and strong figures of the players!

And the lively and open-minded French girls are not too far behind. They abandoned their own teams early on, laughing and pointing at the hem of the Quidditch robes of the African team members who are occasionally rolled up by the wind. "Oh oh oh, they're so big!" Then they laughed and laughed.

"Dear Minerva, what you said is really funny. Guess what Albus is thinking? It's not like you don't know that he has several hearts longer than us." Madam Pomfrey of the medical wing raised her eyebrows explain.

Madam Pomfrey's words were unanimously agreed by everyone, and they all said that instead of trying to figure out what Dumbledore was thinking, it would be better to enjoy the bliss of watching the game in the box in Area A.

At this time, the mascots of the French and African teams appeared one after another, and the Quidditch World Cup stadium made a huge roar.

Many fans shouted and yelled as if they wanted to vent all the fright and fear they had received in this stadium two days ago. The whistles, roars and screams did not fall for a long time!

The commentator of the Quidditch World Cup final had to make several superimposed loud voices in his throat, and then he barely introduced the players of the two teams to everyone-but his own eardrum was also injured by this, and the game In the middle of the commentary, he had to pass the baton to his successor, and reluctantly went to the magic hospital in Germany for treatment-of course, if Madam Pomfrey was by his side, he would definitely be able to save his fate. "Oh Oh dear don't worry, don't worry, we just need a little spell ^O^".

——However, whether it is the fancy style Quidditch style of France or the rough style of Quidditch style of Africa has firmly attracted the attention of this lady. Hanhen was replaced by a special commentator from Northern Ireland.

Let's leave the poor commentator aside, and turn all our attention to our protagonist, Mr. Prince. I don't know if Mr. Prince is naturally insensitive to sports. He also looked as if he couldn't taste the slightest bit of taste - which made him stand out among the professors who were bouncing and jumping and blowing their cheeks with loud whistles, which was embarrassing.

Just when he was about to yawn from boredom, a staff member appeared to save him.

"Mr. Malfoy is waiting for you outside the box and said that he needs your help on something important."

As if being pardoned, Severus quietly came to the most rational and reasonable Professor McGonagall and said that he was going out for a while, and there were friends looking for him outside.

Professor McGonagall, whose cheekbones were red because of the yelling just now, couldn't help but glanced at him, and smiled without saying a word, "Go, I'll explain to them."

Severus blushed when he saw this situation, and wanted to say that someone was really looking for him, and this was not an excuse, but in the end he fell under Professor McGonagall's clear eyes of "you don't need to explain anymore".

Severus walked out of the box in as much embarrassment as he wanted, and before he had time to say hello to Lucius, he was dragging him around and pushing him into an unfamiliar lounge. Wanting to ask 'what's this for', I was hugged tightly by a broad and familiar embrace. At the same time, my chin was pinched and pushed up, and my own was blocked by another lip!

Severus shrank his pupils, and just about to bend his knees to resist, Voldemort, who couldn't wait to suck a big mouthful of pure magic from his mouth, panted heavily and said hoarsely and urgently, "Help me, Severus, I was in a lot of pain."

Severus only felt a 'boom' in his head, and it exploded completely.