[HP] Illusion

In the afternoon, little Snape didn't want to go to the game, but because Harry asked specifically in the morning, so of course little Snape would not be left behind.

When he came to the stadium, there were already a huge crowd of people, and there was a lot of voices. At this moment, it is really a little unclear where the young man is.But soon, little Snape was seen by his roommate.

There was another place next to the roommate, so Snape was naturally pulled to his side. "I thought you weren't coming?" He was the one who dragged this person to come several times before. Since this person didn't go back to the dormitory very often at night, he even had very little chance of finding this person, let alone Bring people here.

"Aren't I here?" Little Snape said very naturally, "Isn't this the last game in our academy before the holiday?"

"I really thought you didn't know." His roommate said in shock, "You still remember."

Little Snape didn't bother with him, he just looked left and right, only wanting to find where Harry was, but he looked for a long time, but still couldn't find it.

Instead, his roommate kept nagging at him, "I heard that it will snow this afternoon." The roommate said worriedly, "I don't know if it will be big and affect their game."

Little Snape raised his head and took a look. Sure enough, the sky was gloomy, and there was a smell of snow that was about to fall in the air, and the clouds looked thick, which reminded little Snape of the scene of the first day of school inexplicably.

"Probably not," said Snape casually, "maybe they can end the match soon."

"Huh?" The roommate suddenly yelled, "Look, who is that on the field?"

Little Snape glanced casually, and his heart trembled violently.

Why didn't this person say anything, it was obvious that this person's body was not in good condition, when this person was arranging his sleeves in the morning, he could still see traces that hadn't been removed.

Maybe even little Snape himself didn't notice that his fists hanging on his sides were clenched tightly.

"Why is Prince on the court?"

"Merlin, is it really Prince?" The roommate wiped his eyes, and then said excitedly, "Oh, that's right, it's really him! From what he looks like, he's going to be the referee today, right? "

At this time, many people have noticed Harry walking on the ground with a broom and a wooden box containing a Quidditch ball. Many voices that were shouting turned into whispers in an instant, and Harry seemed to have become The focus of the audience.

Harry had indeed been temporarily entrusted by Mrs. Hodge to be the referee for this game. Mrs. Hodge had to leave suddenly because of something, and happened to find that he was free, so she handed over this important task to him.I don't know if it was because of some strange rumors, but Mrs. Hodge even said to the young man in a half-joking, half-warning way: "I heard that you especially prefer Slytherin, but the most important thing about a Quidditch game is to be fair, just and open. To be impartial is the greatest principle of being a referee."

Come on, Mrs. Hodge's speech is so sloppy that he's a little bit unsure whether to focus on the fact that even the almost careless professor has heard about his preference for Slytherin, or to listen to her , to be impartial and not favoritism.

At least fair or not... Everyone always has their own hobbies, for example, he also encountered the matter of changing referees——

In his second match, Snape replaced Mrs. Hodge as the referee, and then that match was completely tilted in an extremely unfair direction. Fortunately, he still caught the Golden Snitch in the end, probably It really should have snapped Snape to death.

But at that time, he really thought that Snape was planning to harm him, and he never thought that this person would protect him. Even if Quirrell inadvertently revealed that Snape applied to become a referee to protect him, he didn't really believe it. Pass.

Harry strode towards the center of the arena. Although he was thin, he swaggered with great momentum. At least little Snape heard that many girls were becoming nympho.

——The point is, there are still a group of Slytherins around him, have their restraint and elegance been fed to the dogs?

Young Snape stared at Harry, feeling extremely unhappy.

But it made him even more upset, and the sound of his roommate chattering like it never stopped.

"It is said that Prince always favors us Slytherins," the roommate almost clapped his hands, "Now, I think your prophecy just now is promising."

"what?"

The roommate couldn't stop being excited: "That's right, we can end the game quickly."

Sometimes little Snape really felt that his roommate was a strange flower of Slytherin. In Quidditch, this person didn't look like a Slytherin at all, and he didn't know what restraint was.

— Just like those little girls.

Little Snape glanced at the sky, the sun couldn't penetrate the clouds at all, not even a ray of warm light could be exposed, in this case, the sky would soon darken, if it snowed, the game might not be like this Smooth, the dark weather will also affect the progress.

Then it would be even more impossible to end the game quickly, unless Harry himself caught the Snitch and stuffed it directly into Slytherin's hand.

……

Well, he definitely didn't do anything like that that day.

The game started quickly, and Slytherin got the Quaffle first. I wonder if their luck was really good. In the opening 30 seconds, they had already scored their first ten points.

"Merlin, this start is too smooth, oh!!! Be careful!"

People who watch the ball, whether they are the audience or the host of the off-court commentary, have a problem. The commentary generally cannot keep up with the rhythm of the game, so halfway through the conversation, their attention is attracted by various accidents on the court , and sometimes what the prince himself said just now.

So for the next time, little Snape was forced to listen to his roommate start to use some strange techniques to analyze and scream, unfortunately, he couldn't leave yet.

He found that his attention was always not on the game, and his eyes were always following that person. This person didn't fly fast, but he was always able to catch up with the first time when someone fouled.

"Merlin! I just said he loves our court, and he sent us a free throw!"

Little Snape: "..."

Isn't that the reason?Is it because the opponent committed a foul?

Hufflepuff played particularly impatiently this day, and they all looked like they had drunk a potion for excitement. , It is indeed exciting to watch.

Harry, like all Hufflepuffs, would have applauded them if they hadn't been throwing the Quaffle on purpose.

Just when Harry gave Slytherin a free throw for the sixth time, Hufflepuff finally blew up, shouting "unfair" and "professor's partiality" and so on, I don't know if it was because of Slytherin Hufflepuff's popularity was already too low, so originally only Hufflepuff was roaring, but it soon infected Gryffindor and Ravenclaw next door, which sounded extremely affecting the game.

If it was him, it would definitely affect the mood in particular.Little Snape couldn't move his eyes from looking at the figure that continued to fly low in the air.

Harry turned a deaf ear and continued to concentrate on his refereeing.

In fact, little Snape really failed to see how partial this person is to Slytherin. From his point of view, all the little tricks of the other party are trying to kill himself-of course there are, at least Slytherin's little tricks are good. When it wasn't too obvious, Harry didn't blow the whistle for a free throw at all.

There are not many such opportunities, because the most bizarre thing is that today Slytherin controlled 70.00% of the ball, and the goals and free throws were surprisingly smooth.

Now the score is completely one-sided, ninety to ten, Hufflepuff is extremely unlucky, and the ball feel and luck are also the same. When it is so cool and even able to round and flatten the opponent, every Slytherin The whole body is comfortable.

"Prince is our lucky star!!" the roommate shouted loudly.

I don't know if it was because his voice was too loud, which quickly attracted the attention of others. Little Snape felt ashamed to sit next to him, but what little Snape didn't expect was that he just looked at it with contempt This person glanced at him, and someone next to him echoed: "Fu Xing, Fu Xing, the prince is our lucky star!"

Then, it was out of control.

Someone made a head start, and the Slytherins whose reserve was marked as a negative value began to organize the Slytherins present to start singing. A few talented seniors quickly compiled the lyrics. Wait a minute, Slytherin When Pu heard other people's songs, everyone had already found the melody, and they were even catchy.

……

No matter how loud the singing is, the game will not be over until the horn of victory, no, the whistle blows.

The sky was finally overwhelmed with snow, and it danced lightly. Whether it was fighting on the field or shouting off the field, the people didn't really feel much. It wasn't too big at first, but it couldn't hold back and floated down continuously.

The roommate was hit on the head by a snowflake, and the cool dampness instantly made him feel comfortable all over, and even slightly lowered the heat in his body.

"I don't know if they saw the Snitch?" The roommate brushed his hair, but there was still a cold feeling there.

"I saw it." Little Snape said suddenly.

"Ah? Where did you see it?" The roommate asked puzzled.

In fact, he didn't see it. Little Snape kept staring at the young man, and the man suddenly stopped to look at something. He looked along and found that the Seeker didn't seem to be able to see it twice. The Golden Snitch of the game.

But when the golden light flashed, it was never seen again.Obviously both Seekers missed this opportunity.

The snowflakes began to grow bigger unknowingly, and within ten seconds, little Snape felt three or four consecutive snowflakes falling on top of his head.

"Merlin." The roommate sighed, "I'm such a crow mouth, you, you, you, please say something!!"

Little Snape: "..."