miss foley of hp hogwarts

The snowflakes that usually only begin to fall in December fall when the maple leaves in the garden are just turning red.

Ace was sitting in front of the warm fireplace. Books on ancient runes and black magic were piled all over the table. There were complicated magic tracks drawn on the parchments on the sofa.

Ace put down the quill in his hand and rubbed his brow tiredly.

"If you don't want to wear ugly glasses, you should take a good rest."

Snape came up from behind her and handed her a cup of hot milk tea with a sedative added to it.

After sorting the notes and placing them on the armrest, Ace held the milk tea in both hands with a smile and took a sip. The ginger Hufflepuff uniform made her look like a cute squirrel.

Snape picked up the parchment full of writing on the armrest and looked through it, "It looks like the spell is about to be completed?"

"It's still early, Severus, the last step is the hardest." Ace showed a sad expression, "Besides, it may not be effective, and I don't know if it will have what I expect after it is completed. Effect."

Ever since Voldemort launched the attack on Diagon Alley, Ace has never stopped doing this research, and in two years he has only completed a little more than half of the curse.

Even if combining the unfinished charms and the Patronus Charm from "Advanced Dark Arts Revealed" could theoretically protect against the Killing Curse, that's just theory.

The Patronus Curse protects the soul, the unfinished curse protects the body, and the Killing Curse takes away the life composed of both.

You must know that creating a spell depends not only on theory, but most of it comes from the wizards' instant and unpredictable inspiration.

"Even in another 30 years, the success of this spell will cause a sensation. Maybe you will be the next greatest wizard." Snape shook the thick notes in his hand and teased.

Ace glanced at Snape, "I didn't know you could joke."

With that said, Ace put down his cup, sighed, and looked at the falling snowflakes outside the window, "But, we don't have much time left..."

If the curse cannot be completed before Voldemort rises, all efforts will be in vain.

Snape walked to the window and looked into the distance.Even if the biting cold wind blows, it can't stop the Quidditch game.

The first Quidditch game in November was between Gryffindor and Slytherin, with gold, red and silver and green each occupying half.

The Bludger was blown off course by the wind and flew past Stephen, causing a gasp - he was playing as a member of the Gryffindor Quidditch team.

Narrowly avoiding the Slytherin players, Stephen threw the ball into the frame.

"Stephen Scamander scores, ten points for Gryffindor!"

"Oh -" the little lions waved the scarves in their hands and shouted excitedly.

Mrs. Huo Qi folded her arms and stood on the teacher's bench to watch the fierce competition between the two sides, with a smile on her face.

Lily held her hands and watched nervously as James flew rapidly in the sky. He was trying to find the Golden Snitch and end the game in the cold wind as soon as possible.

Slytherin's Seeker kept interfering with him, and the two of them bumped into each other in mid-air, flying unsteadily.

Sirius held the bat and knocked the Bludger into the air with great force, hitting Slytherin's Seeker.

He spun around in the sky several times, but finally failed to hold the broom and fell down.

The game between Gryffindor and Slytherin has always been like this in the past two years. Everyone only let out a few exclamations, but the new little wizards and Beauxbatons students who were not aware of it looked very surprised.

"Gryffindor! Come on!"

Lily made her hands like trumpets and shouted at the arena. Her long red hair was mixed with the scarf, and some white snow particles fell on it, like crystal diamonds dotted on it.

James was riding on the broom, looked back, straightened up and raised his hands in the air, waving wildly at Lily. The cold wind made his red uniform rustle.

Asta elbowed Lily and gave her a teasing smile. Lily blushed and glared at Asta.

Ever since Lily was injured, everyone could see what James was thinking about her. James, who was no longer addicted to children's games, had enough capital to fascinate girls.

"James Potter! James Potter!" Gryffindor students cheered his name in unison.

The little Slytherin snakes looked at the exaggerated performance here with cold eyes, looking very disdainful.

The golden snitch flashed past, drawing a golden straight line in the falling snowflakes.

James immediately became serious and sprinted towards it.

"Quick! Stop him——"

Slytherin's batters also saw it. The two batters tried hard to hit Bludgers at him, but unfortunately they failed every time - James flew too fast.

Stephen and Sirius held back the players who tried to stop him.

"James Potter catches the Golden Snitch - Gryffindor wins!"

James eventually catches the Snitch just before it flies into the audience.

The second week of Quidditch came to an end. After watching a fierce game, everyone left the field arm in arm or shoulder to shoulder.

Due to the Triwizard Tournament, Mrs. Hooch, at the instruction of Principal Dumbledore, moved the second Quidditch game to be held in the fourth week to the third week.

Orville, Asta and Diane were the few fifth graders who played this time, in order to lead a few young players who were playing for the first time.

Durmstrang and Beauxbatons proposed to participate in Quidditch. Durmstrang's Darnell Crum was assigned to Hufflepuff, and Beauxbatons' Florent Madan went to Ravenclaw team.

The first game of the Triwizard Tournament was already filled with smoke before it even started.

Ace and Snape sat in the audience, waving the small flags in their hands along with everyone else. She never missed Hufflepuff games.

The participation of Florent and Darnell set off the climax of the game, and the two chasers came and went.

"Darnell Crum scores a goal - ten points for Hufflepuff!"

"Florent Madin scores - Ravenclaw adds ten!"

Hufflepuff and Ravenclaw are obsessed with each other. You surpass me and I will surpass you immediately.

The little badgers' cheeks were red with excitement, and their ginger flags were blown by the wind like sunflowers in the white snow.

The eaglets also clasped their hands nervously and excitedly, leaning forward and looking at the field with wide eyes.

Snape sat next to Ace, hands on his knees, "Two showy trolls."

Ace burst out laughing and took Snape's hand under the cover of his robe.

Snape glanced at Ace's teasing smile, looked away uncomfortably, and coughed twice.

The young man's ears were slightly red, not sure whether it was because of the biting cold wind or because of his sweetheart's smile.