[Harry Potter] My Half-Blood Prince

Harry didn't know he had the gift of flying.

In the first flight lesson, he was able to control the broom to fly smoothly.

Because of this, Harry was selected by Professor McGonagall to represent Gryffindor in the Quidditch competition.

Everything happened so suddenly, on the eve of the game, Harry obviously couldn't calm down.

Facing a pile of delicious dishes, Harry has no food.

In contrast, Ron En showed a big appetite all the time. At this time, Ron En picked up two chicken legs and bit them.

Harry looked around uneasily, vigilantly searching for Snape every day was his necessary homework.

Unprepared, Snape appeared in front of Harry.

He bent down, his eyes fixed on Harry.

The distance was so close that Harry couldn't breathe, and Snape looked like a terrifying troll to him.

Harry leaned back hastily.

"Potter, earth monsters can be defeated, let alone a little Quidditch, even if your opponent is Slytherin."

Snape's voice was low and his words were full of provocation.

Harry just remembered that this time in the Quidditch match, his opponent was Slytherin.

As the dean of Slytherin, Snape and Harry were naturally on opposite sides.

"I'll do my best, Professor." Harry said resolutely.

For a moment, Harry saw it again, seeing the surprise, confusion, and even sadness flashing in Snape's eyes inadvertently.

Many times, Harry felt that Snape could see something else in him.

Harry felt puzzled for a while, Snape had turned around quickly and left with disdain.

"Why does Professor Snape always like to trouble us?"

No matter how careless Ron was, he could sense Snape's unusual hostility towards them.

"God knows," said Harry.

"Harry, you have to believe in yourself, you have the talent to fly." Hermione said firmly.

Harry still had no confidence in himself, he hadn't systematically learned to fly, and he was up against experienced Quidditch players.

"Come with me after you finish eating," said Hermione.

After dinner, Hermione took Harry and Ron to the Hogwarts Wall of Honor, which was filled with the most representative medals of previous Hogwarts students.

It is a great honor for the medal to be included in Hogwarts, which means that you can be admired by young wizards one after another.

"Why did you bring me here?" Harry asked.

"Look at this gold medal."

Hermione brought Harry to a medal, and the medal read: James Potter.

It was Harry's father, and Harry never knew that his father still had a medal here at school.

"Your father is the most talented Chaser, and he won the championship in every match he played. You have to believe that your talent comes from your father." Hermione said firmly.

Harry stared at the medal that belonged to his father. His father was a person far away from him. Harry pictured his father's shadow in his mind, but the shadow was still vague.

"Look, hell, whose name is written on this row of medals." Ron En began to speak loudly.

Harry and Hermione walked over and saw several gold medals on the wall of honor: Snape, Severus.

what does this mean?

It is not easy to put a medal on the school's honor wall, let alone several.

There are so many of them that no one else has. Is Snape the devil?

"He actually has so many medals, he probably put them up by himself." Ron said a little unconvinced, he didn't have the slightest liking for Snape at all.

"The medals here can't be put in casually," said Hermione.

She looked at each medal carefully. These medals are really not easy to get.

"Professor Snape is a genius in potions, and his achievements in potions are unprecedented."

Hermione liked Potions very much, but even a master student like Hermione would find Potions difficult to understand.

Snape couldn't be described as a genius when it came to potions.

There are so many complex medicinal preparations that only Snape can do in this magical world.

If Snape wanted to, he could become a rich man with the help of potions at any time.

Many of Snape's potions were hard to come by.

"Is it that powerful?" Ron muttered, "I heard that Snape most wants to be a professor of Defense Against the Dark Arts."

Speaking of Defense Against the Dark Arts, their teacher of Defense Against the Dark Arts—Professor Quirrell, is always submissive. He slurs every class, and it’s impossible to understand what Professor Quirrell is saying. thing.

"Snape's black magic is also one of the best among great wizards today." Hermione said.

She even dared to say that in the entire Hogwarts, only Headmaster Dumbledore was Snape's opponent.

"Since he is so powerful, why not let him be the professor of Defense Against the Dark Arts." Ron muttered.

For Snape, Hermione has always had a good plot. She is a genius, and Snape is also a genius, but Snape has never recognized her, which makes Hermione very discouraged.

In fact, she didn't hate Snape, Snape was just a strict professor.

Harry looked at the medal of Snape Severus on the wall of honor, and the image of Snape in Harry's mind began to become complicated. He always felt that there was a deeper secret in Snape.

The scene of the Quidditch match was full of uproar, and Harry was even more nervous when he was in it. Fortunately, his two friends—Ron and Hermione were there to cheer him up.

Harry took a deep breath and entered the venue. The auditorium was densely packed with people, and Harry habitually searched for Snape.

Even though the venue was full of people, Harry could still easily see the black serious figure in the crowd.

Everyone was shouting crazily, but Snape kept a straight face as usual, without too much expression on his face.

Harry felt that Snape had always lived out of their reach.

A lot of things have happened at Hogwarts recently, and the source of all these things began to point to the person whose name cannot be named. Behind every little thing, there is a huge secret involved.

After the mountain monster incident, Snape has been investigating the secrets behind it, and the places he glanced with his cold eyes are terrifying.

There is always no expression on his face, the muscles on his pale face are always tense, half-length hair hangs on his face, and his eyes are like poisonous snakes waiting for an opportunity in the cold.

I'm afraid this Quidditch match won't be peaceful either.

Snape looked at Harry with distaste, that 11-year-old skinny boy, a self-righteous guy, as arrogant and conceited as James Potter, always causing trouble.

The only redeeming feature is probably Harry's pair of light green eyes. Without those eyes, Harry Potter is really useless.

The Quidditch match started, and there were applause and screams again. Snape didn't like such a lively occasion.

This match must have been won by Slytherin, without a doubt.

Harry on the broom looked stupid. A man who hadn't even learned how to fly could actually act as a Chaser, trying to catch the Snitch. He was overconfident.

Snape looked at Harry on the field, and there was a sneer on his face. He said it was a sneer, but it was actually just a meaningless twitch of a muscle on his face.