[HP] Aunt of the Savior

"As a Seeker, you have to be very careful." Wood reminded Harry very concerned.Harry was the only Seeker in Gryffindor now, and if anything happened to Harry, they would lose. "I don't want to put pressure on you, but if you catch the Snitch as quickly as possible and end the match, Snape won't have more time to favor Hufflepuff."

The other team members also looked at Harry with sympathy and concern.Even if none of them suspected that Snape was responsible for Harry's broom going crazy last time, they had heard that Snape's attitude towards Harry could be described as disaster.Having a referee like this is simply a nightmare for the Gryffindor Quidditch team.

Harry now knew very well what Gryffindor students, or most Hogwarts students thought of Professor Snape.He didn't refute Wood's words, but nodded feebly.Compared with what his teammates think, he is more willing to believe that Professor Snape is serving as a referee to protect him.

Although Harry insisted on defending Professor Snape in front of Ron and Hermione, most of the time, he had to admit that if he and Professor Snape hadn't been together for so long, he would also hate A teacher like Professor Snape.For example, Neville was particularly afraid of Potions class because of Snape. This kind of delicate class was not suitable for his careless personality, and his timidity towards Snape made him make mistakes one after another.For this, Neville got into a fight with Malfoy, who laughed at him, and his two burly followers, missed a Potions class, and got another five points deducted by Snape.But Malfoy was not punished in any way.

Harry really didn't understand, even if Professor Snape didn't want to appear familiar with him, there was no need to make himself so...unpopular, right?

"Anyway, Harry, you have to be careful." Ron and Hermione were even more nervous than Harry after knowing that Snape was the referee for this Quidditch match, as if Harry It's like flying into the sky and not coming back alive.

"I'll be careful." Harry appreciated their concern for him, and it would have been better if the person they suspected wasn't Snape. "Promise me too, and pay more attention to see if anyone other than Professor Snape might want to deal with me, okay?"

"Okay!" Ron nodded reluctantly.

On the contrary, Hermione attached great importance to Harry's words, because she did confirm in the book what Professor Bubbaji said, and she also had to stare at the target when reciting the counter-curse.Combined with Harry's trust in Snape, it made her less determined about that day. "We'll be watching."

"But I still can't think of anyone in Hogwarts who looks more suspicious than Snape..." Ron quietly complained to Hermione.

"That's why I said we need to learn that spell." Hermione shoved the book under Ron's nose. "Must remember, it's all petrified. If Snape or anyone else wants to deal with Harry in the stadium, Let's cast a spell on him."

On match day, Hermione and Ron seemed even more nervous than Harry, clutching their wands tightly.Neville looked at them strangely, and also became nervous - although he didn't understand what there was to be nervous about, maybe it was because even Dumbledore came to the game today?

But then, when Malfoy came to provoke, Neville found that Hermione and Ron's nervousness and vigilance were so reasonable, and he even regretted that he didn't bring his wand to the arena.

The Gryffindors and Hufflepuffs were all on the field, and Snape sullenly released the ball.While he sat on the broom and flew up, he gave Dumbledore a hard look in the stands.If he knew that Dumbledore would come to watch the game, he would never be bothered to be a Quidditch referee.Only an empty-headed fool would love to fly around on a stick!

Professor Sprout was sitting next to Jody, which made her suppress a smile when she saw Snape's expression.Jody had almost gotten used to cheering on Hufflepuff students over the years, and grew fond of this house, which was regarded by everyone as a collection of many cannibals.While Hufflepuffs are always at the bottom of the House Cup competition, the House has more to offer than just points.

Snape had awarded Hufflepuff a free throw early in the game because one of the twins had hit him with a Bludger in the head, and now his face was even darker.

Harry secretly breathed a sigh of relief, Professor Snape's flying skills were at least not as bad as Harry imagined.At this moment, Harry suddenly saw a golden light whizzing by only a few inches away from Snape's ear, and he immediately made a beautiful dive like an arrow, towards Snape rushed over.

Immediately afterwards, Harry raised his arm high, and the little golden ball flapped its wings weakly in his hand.He set a new game record, and no one remembered the Snitch being caught so quickly.

He watched as Professor Snape landed on the ground with a pale face, and then left without looking back after announcing that Gryffindor had won.He heard Dumbledore complimenting him on not being obsessed with the illusion created by the mirror.To his delight, Hermione, Ron, and Neville ran up to him and whispered to him that they had joined forces to keep the petrified Malfoy, Crabbe, and Goyle under the seats in the stands.Ron had a nosebleed and Neville's eyes were black, but they both looked extremely happy.

"Although it's a pity that we didn't find out who wanted to deal with Harry, but this result is already very good." Ron said excitedly. "I stumbled on Malfoy, and Neville was fighting Crabbe and Goyle. Luckily, Hermione took down those two big fools with a spell alone."

Hermione blushed, trying not to look particularly proud.Harry wanted to ask Ron and Neville if their injuries were okay, but the excited Gryffindors had already surrounded Harry, threw him high, and let out earth-shattering cheers.

An hour later, Harry walked alone towards the broom shed.He was still giddy with excitement until now, Gryffindor was leading, they had a chance to win the Quidditch Cup and the House Cup, and he was extremely proud of what he had done.

But when he was approaching the broom shed, he suddenly saw a hooded figure rushing out of the Hogwarts castle from the side door, and ran quickly towards the Forbidden Forest.The man hid his face with the hood, obviously not wanting to be seen, but Harry noticed that the man's gait and posture looked very familiar.He swallowed nervously, stepped on the broom again, and followed the figure far into the Forbidden Forest in the air.He was sure it was Professor Snape, but Harry didn't understand why he had sneaked into the Forbidden Forest like this.

The trees in the Forbidden Forest were very dense, and Harry had to be very careful not to disturb Snape in front of him when he walked through it.He even lost track of his target, until he heard voices in the forest.Harry carefully manipulated his Nimbus 2000, stopped between the branches of a beech tree, and watched the two men who were talking in the clearing.

One of them, of course, was Professor Snape.But this kind of Professor Snape was something Harry had never seen before. His eyes looked cold and fierce, which made Harry shiver uncontrollably.The person standing opposite Professor Snape with his back to Harry was wrapped in a big hood, no doubt it was Professor Quirrell who taught Defense Against the Dark Arts.

Between the two of them, there was a strange atmosphere that made Harry's forehead tingle suddenly.Enduring the pain, he leaned against a tree branch and looked at them without making a sound.

"Severus, I-I...don't understand...why are we meeting here?" Quirrell stammered.

Snape's voice was terribly cold. "The reason is obvious, isn't it? I don't think the students should know the content of our conversation. After all, they shouldn't know about the Philosopher's Stone. Quirrell, do you know how to get past Hagrid's monster?"

"Severus, I... don't..."

"Don't be stupid, do you want to be my enemy, Quirrell?" Snape approached Quirrell and said viciously. "You know what I mean, those secret little tricks of yours..."

"But..." Quirrell's voice became even more flustered.

"Okay," Snape took a step back and looked at Quirrell, "I'll give you some time to think it through, and we'll talk about it when you know who you want to be loyal to—if you're smart enough, You should understand who you should be loyal to..."

After speaking, he put on his hood again and left the Forbidden Forest quickly.Quirrell stood there motionless, and suddenly, he fell to his knees, curled up, and moaned in pain: "No, I can't do this...I can't do it..."

After seeing such a conversation, Harry looked particularly distraught when he returned to the common room.

"Harry, where have you been?" As soon as Harry entered the door, Hermione and Ron rushed in front of him. "Didn't you say you just went to the broom shed to put the broom?"

"I...I overheard something." Harry pulled Ron and Hermione into a corner while everyone else was celebrating their victory, and whispered, "It's about that thing over there."

On the way back to the common room, Harry hesitated to tell Ron and Hermione about this. After all, they didn't trust Professor Snape that much, but when he saw their concern, he still Decided to tell it all.Now he feels like his mind is in a mess, and he needs the support and help of his friends so much.

Harry nervously told his friends what he heard in his own way. Ron didn't rush to accuse Snape of being a thief this time, but looked blank. "Snape mentioned the Philosopher's Stone? But what was it?"

"I feel like I've seen that word somewhere." Harry scratched his hair too.

"The Philosopher's Stone..." Hermione repeated the word in a low voice, thoughtfully.Suddenly, she jumped up from the sofa and hurried back to the girls' dormitory. When she came back, she held a thick and big book in her arms: "This is the book I wrote a few weeks ago. Those who want to borrow it and read it for entertainment... watch this!"

"Pastime?" Ron looked at the book in shock.

Harry, on the other hand, found that the book looked very familiar, as if he had an identical copy... and... brand new. "Ah, yes!"

—Isn't this a Christmas present from Professor Snape and Aunt Jody? !

"What?" Ron hurriedly leaned over to look: "The only known Philosopher's Stone was made by the French alchemist Nicole Flamel - look, Nicole Flamel's name! My God, the Philosopher's Stone can put Turn any metal into pure gold, and make elixirs of life! That's amazing!—here says he lived to be 660 five years old, no wonder we can't find his name in modern history of magic. Look here, he still Worked with Dumbledore on alchemy, I heard from my dad that seventh year students have the opportunity to take Dumbledore's alchemy course, but in recent years this opportunity has become more and more rare. So they are friends, That's why Dumbledore let Hagrid..."

"Hush!" Hermione hurriedly reminded the excited Ron.

"Oh, hell, we shouldn't have forgotten!" said Harry morosely, as Ron read Dumbledore's part. "Nicole Flamel was written on the chocolate frog card! Hermione also gave me a box of chocolate frogs for Christmas, and there was Dumbledore's card in it, and the name appeared on it..."

"I don't remember at all either," Ron confessed.

Hermione reassured Harry, "Fortunately, now we know what's going on, and that it's... the Philosopher's Stone." She lowered her voice and mouthed the word. "The question now is, what is the meaning of the dialogue between Professor Snape and Professor Quirrell?"

She looked at Harry very sincerely: "Harry, I know you trust Professor Snape very much, but you can't deny that his words sound really suspicious."

"From this conversation, it sounds like Snape wants to coerce Quirrell to help him steal the Philosopher's Stone. Maybe besides Lu Wei, there are other mechanisms that Snape doesn't know how to pass, such as Quirrell's 'secret little Tricks' or something... and Quirrell, though terrified, still doesn't want to help Snape do bad things." Ron shrugged at Harry. "If you continue to insist that Snape couldn't have tried to steal the Philosopher's Stone, then we can only assume that Quirrell was the one who wanted to steal the Philosopher's Stone."

"It's not impossible..." Harry himself felt that his words sounded particularly unassuming.