The Lonely Dragon of Hogwarts

In the afternoon, the Quidditch pitch.

With waves of cheers from the stands, the game officially ended.

Gryffindor won the tournament.

Everyone looked happy, even Dumbledore stood up and clapped.

Of course, Slytherin must be excluded from this 'everyone'.

As losers, they all hung their heads in pain and covered their heads. Some of the more irritable ones were still angrily shouting at their Quidditch team.

Snape's face was also very gloomy.

It can be said that he, the referee, tried his best in this game.

Those strong Slytherin Quidditch players, led by the irascible and rude Marcus Flint, went crazy. They kept fouling and went to Gryffindor players for physical conflicts. It almost turned a normal Quidditch match into a fighting competition.

Snape ignored this completely.

Even if Dumbledore was sitting in the stands.

On the other hand, when dealing with Gryffindors, Snape's ruling standards would be ridiculously strict.

George and Fred only had a slight collision with the Slytherin players before they were whistled directly.

With Snape's help, Slytherin's scores skyrocketed, and he quickly distanced himself from Gryffindor.

Originally, Snape felt that today's victory definitely belonged to Slytherin.

Unfortunately, at the last moment, Harry caught the Golden Snitch.

With a whopping 150 bonus points, Gryffindor won the game by a narrow margin.

At this moment, Harry was sandwiched between the two brothers, George and Fred, hovering in the air, showing everyone present the Golden Snitch in his hand.

Wherever they went, cheers almost shook people's eardrums.

Even the mermaids in the Black Lake in the distance emerged from the water and looked at the Quidditch pitch with confusion.

Not only that, George and Fred kept winking at Snape.

The intention was clearly to provoke Snape.

"call--"

Snape took a deep breath.

His sharp, knife-like gaze swept over the Slytherin players who were exiting the field dejectedly, scaring those players so much that they lowered their heads one by one.

"Unbelievable trash!"

Snape cursed, turned around and left the Quidditch pitch, detoured for a while and then walked towards the Forbidden Forest.

His pace was extremely fast, and his long black robe was blown violently by the wind as he walked.

Anyone could tell that he was in a very bad mood at the moment.

Quirrell is certainly no exception.

Therefore, when Quirrell, who had been waiting in the Forbidden Forest for a long time, saw Snape walking towards him in this posture, he almost subconsciously clenched his wand, forced by Snape's momentum.

"Except your weapons!"

"boom--"

A red light was thrown out by Snape and hit Quirrell's arm accurately.

Then with Quirrell's cry of pain, the wand that Quirrell had just grasped was knocked away, drawing a beautiful parabola in the air, and finally fell into Snape's hand.

"How brave you are, Quirrell!"

Snape said coldly, and continued to approach Quirrell step by step.

Quirrell was so frightened this time that he actually stuttered.

He said intermittently:

"Yes... I'm sorry, Severus..."

As he spoke, he quickly backed away with a look of horror on his face.

If possible, Quirrell even wanted to run away now.

Snape didn't know what he was going through right now. He was obviously in a state of rage. It was really terrifying.

However, the reality was that he had only taken a few steps back when he was forced to stop by the tingling sensation in his head.

Obviously, his master did not allow him to face Snape in such a humiliating manner.

Quirrell could only force himself to stop, squeezed out a stiff smile and said:

"No... I don't know why you... chose to meet here, Severus..."

"Well, I don't think this should be made public,"

Snape had already reached Quirrell, looked directly into Quirrell's eyes, and said coldly, "After all, students are not supposed to know about the Philosopher's Stone."

"It turns out...it turns out to be like this." Quirrell said with a sigh of relief, "I thought...I thought you were going to find a hidden place to kill me."

Snape said nothing, just stared at Quirrell in silence.

Seeing this, Quirrell broke out in cold sweat, his expression became dull for a moment, and he said anxiously:

"You didn't plan to do that, right? We are..."

Snape interrupted:

"You haven't figured out how to subdue Hagrid's monster in the future?"

"But...but...but, Severus, I..."

"You don't want me to be your enemy, do you? Quirrell."

"I...I don't know...know you..."

"You know exactly what I mean."

Snape pressed the tip of his wand against Quirrell's chin, forcing him to raise his head high, "I will never allow you to hurt Harry Potter! He is the prey of the Dark Lord! No one can overstep his will." !

I also don't allow you to hurt other students in Hogwarts, especially Slytherin, and especially John Shafik!

Those are precious, the new blood of the magic world!

It is the power of the Dark Lord to build a new magical world in the future!

What do you think I've been doing lurking in Hogwarts all these years?

Just to spy on Dumbledore?

I am protecting the power that belongs to the Dark Lord!

This is my mission!

Of course, you also have your mission, and I also know that you don't trust me, and you even guard me closely, for fear that I will get involved.

Hahaha, let me guess, you are afraid that I will take away your credit, right? "

At this point, Snape waved his wand violently.

"Shen Feng has no shadow!"

"laugh--"

The invisible blade whizzed past Quirrell's earlobe, instantly cutting off a tree behind him.

Birds screamed and fled as trees collapsed.

Quirrell's legs weakened and he collapsed to the ground instantly.

Snape continued in a cold tone:

"I don't want others to take away my credit or ruin my plans. If you dare to attack John Shafiq, Harry Potter or other students again... I will kill you!"

At this time, Quirrell was completely stunned.

Facing Snape's murderous and extremely cold gaze, he could only say tremblingly:

"I...I...but I..."

Snape actually didn't even want to hear Quirrell's answer.

Just looking at the other person's frightened and extremely frightened look, he nodded, threw Quirrell's wand on the ground and said:

"Very good. It won't be long before you have time to think it over and decide who you want to be loyal to. We will talk again."

Snape was quite satisfied with today's negotiation with Quirrell.

After being a professor for so many years, he knew children of John's age very well.

In his current state, it was simply impossible for him to stop provoking Quirrell and causing trouble for Quirrell.

But adults like Quirrell are different.

If he came to the door to scare him like he just did, Snape wouldn't dare say anything else.

But at least John's basic safety can be guaranteed.

With this thought in mind, Snape strode out of the Forbidden Forest.

What he didn't notice was that, above the dense forest, Harry was riding a broomstick and looking at his back with a look of horror on his face.