HP's Lost and the Lighthouse

Early the next morning, the Hogwarts dining hall was overwhelmed by a cheerful atmosphere - all the students were happily talking about the first Quidditch match of the upcoming new term.

Harry was so nervous that he lost his appetite, he felt terrible, even though his friends around him tried their best to coax him to eat more, but he only felt disgusted when he saw the rich food at Hogwarts that he liked so much nausea.He glanced subconsciously across the professor's chair—mostly for Professor McGonagall or Headmaster Dumbledore—Dumbledore wasn't there, but the Headmistress of Gryffindor turned her head encouragingly when she felt the boy's gaze. He smiled, which made Harry feel better.

But immediately, he paused his gaze at an apparently vacant seat on the professor's bench, and the faint smile on Harry's face suddenly faded—it was Snape's seat.Thinking of the expression on Snape's face that made him toss and turn all night when he saw him yesterday, Harry's slightly cheerful mood disappeared involuntarily.

"Harry, you need to maintain a strong physical strength." Seamus Finnigan said, helping him to smear thick ketchup on the sausage, "Seekers are always the ones that the opponent should focus on."

"Thank you, Seamus," said Harry heartily.

After eleven o'clock, the little Seeker was no longer in the mood to think about Snape's complicated expression.Almost all the teachers and students of the school came to the stands around the Quidditch pitch, and many students even brought binoculars, and Harry, he only had time to take a look at the crowded stands before Wood pulled him into the locker room and changed them to bright red. Quidditch subdued.

Soon, he followed the Gryffindor team out of the locker room and towards the cheering pitch, his face pale with tension—he really hoped his knees wouldn't go weak.

Snape was sitting on the stand specially set up for the professors at this moment, his expression was not very good.Naturally, he never liked this kind of sport of flying around in the sky, but this little dislike didn't make him absent.After all, the Quidditch Cup will affect the house's score in the end-of course, other professors also hope that the young head Slytherin can participate in such a competition that attracts the attention of the whole school, instead of hiding in his small cold cellar among.

The Potions Professor watched the teams with strong contrasting colors take their positions on both sides, and stepped on the broom under the command.

It had to be mentioned that the Quidditch stands were a bit too high, so it felt a little funny for him to look at the little Potter who was still on the ground.

Mrs. Hodge blew the whistle and the game began.

Snape watched casually, and even began to slowly lose his mind - Dumbledore did not come to the arena today, which is actually a bit strange, after all, the old man has always liked Quidditch, and Snape rarely saw him before Miss these Quidditch games.Thinking about it, he couldn't help but glanced at the empty seat beside him.

While the man was thinking about various problems and watching the Quidditch match, a broom on the top that suddenly jolted caught his attention. Snape looked over and his pupils shrank —that's Potter!

I saw the broomstick leading the boy thrillingly through the air, swinging violently from time to time, as if it wanted to knock the owner off the broomstick - because of the previous distraction, when Snape found out It was not too timely, and many professors who were immersed in the game had already noticed the abnormality of the boy.He reacted immediately, watched the crazy broom and silently recited a steady spell—probably Quirrell!However, he didn't know what kind of magic the other party was using, and Snape didn't dare to use the anti-curse for a specific spell rashly.

At this moment, the broomstick shook violently, and Potter was thrown off!Snape's hands on his knees clenched violently, and he almost bounced off his seat—fortunately, the flying talent inherited from the old Potter saved the boy's life, and at this time he was struggling to Hanging with one hand on the broomstick that was trembling in the air because of the two spells working at the same time.

Regardless of the fact that Quirrell was sitting next to him, Snape's lips squirmed quickly, and his eyes were fixed on the broom without making mistakes—even the strange noises suddenly coming from around him were not distracted. —until there was a searing burning sensation in his injured leg.

The potions professor let out a scream of suppressed anger, and stretched out his hand to lift off his burning robe, but before he could do anything, the flames disappeared inexplicably.Before he had time to think about what was going on, he quickly turned his gaze to Quirrell.The pale and emaciated Defense Against the Dark Arts professor was stammering an apology to the Protection of Magical Creatures professor who was overwhelmed by him, and then looked at Potter—the boy had rolled back onto the broom safely and was flying He swooped down to the ground, looking like he was about to vomit.

Snape breathed a sigh of relief, curling his lips secretly.In fact, he was happy that Potter would have a psychological shadow on Quidditch. This kind of aerial ball game is dangerous enough even if no one is doing it badly. The name that the devil's people hate to the bone.

However, he didn't know whether it was good luck or bad luck for the boy. He lay on the ground coughing violently for a while, and then raised a small golden ball high up—the Snitch actually ran to this place by himself under such circumstances. The mouth of a Gryffindor golfer!

The game ended in chaos.

Ignoring the messy scene behind him, Snape took a look at Quirrell who looked timid, turned around and walked towards the castle alone.

Considering how visibly he stood up when Potter's accident happened, he believed that maybe tonight, maybe tomorrow, he must have an invitation from Dumbledore to find out.

……

Things did not go as Snape expected, and that very night, Dumbledore used Fawkes to bring him a note.

The next afternoon, Snape walked through the corridors of Hogwarts, which seemed empty during school hours, to the gargoyle at the door of the headmaster's office.

"Lemon sparkling water." His complexion was not very good.

Although he had expected this invitation, it was a completely different matter from actually receiving this note, which in Snape's eyes clearly showed that Dumbledore did not fully trust him - he thought, thought ten years had passed Well, Dumbledore should...

Slowly going up the spiral staircase, the man laughed at himself.should?What should it be?Trust a rotten Death Eater?

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