[Harry Potter] My Half-Blood Prince

Harry gripped the broom tightly!

Snape must be cheering up the Slytherin people, the more he is like this, the less he can be underestimated by Snape!

For no reason, Harry just wanted to prove himself in front of Snape and make Snape face up to his power.

The game started, and Harry rode on the broomstick, and his task was to catch the golden snitch.

While the other team members were in the tense game, Harry was carefully searching for the shadow of the golden snitch.

Suddenly a small golden ball flew in front of Harry, Harry quickly rode on the broom and flew towards the Snitch.gold

The Snitch is small and fast-moving, making it difficult to catch the Snitch.

At this time, Harry's broom began to lose control, and the broom rushed randomly, and he was almost thrown off by the broom.

Harry held the broom tightly, but the crazy broom still threw Harry down.

Harry hung himself in mid-air, gripped the broom tightly, and was tightly entangled with the broom.

Something is wrong with Harry's broom.

Snape noticed this almost immediately. Everyone on the field was chasing Quidditch. The speed of the Golden Snitch was too fast for the naked eye to follow.

Harry's little anomaly, everyone will not notice at all.

Really stupid to the extreme!

Snape didn't want to believe that Lily had produced a son so stupid he couldn't control a broomstick.

Snape didn't want to pay attention to Harry at first, but Harry's clenched broom was so stupid that he struggled to the extreme. Snape's eyes swept across the venue sharply. It was unknown who was casting a spell on Harry's broom at this moment. .

That person might be the driving force behind the recent series of events.

Is it Quirrell?

Snape quickly locked on to the target, he would not let Quirrell succeed, and Snape began to counter-spell, trying to stabilize Harry's broom.

The Quidditch competition became more and more intense, and the contest between Gryffindor and Slytherin began to enter a heated stage.

Fortunately, Harry's broom began to stabilize, and Harry climbed back onto the broom.

He didn't have time to think about it, and rushed towards the Golden Snitch again.

Harry staggered, didn't stand upright, and when he jumped at the Snitch, he fell off the broom and fell hard to the ground.

But the golden snitch was also held in his mouth, and he caught the golden snitch!

All of a sudden, there was warm applause in the venue.

The game ends immediately, Gryffindor wins!

Harry looked at Snape defiantly!

Snape met Harry's defiant look.

snort!Snape didn't want to mess with an 11-year-old who was probably still bed-wetting.

Even the look of capturing the Snitch was so stupid, Snape had never seen anyone swallow a Snitch in their mouth during a Quidditch match.

Enthusiastic applause went to the youngest catcher, and Snape looked down at the magic robe that Hermione had set himself on fire.

When Hermione was casting a spell under him, he had already noticed it, and he did his tricks, deliberately blocking Quirrell behind him with his body.

Quirrell couldn't cast another spell on Potter.

Otherwise, with their small means, can they hide it from him?

Quirrell left the venue, and Snape also followed in the direction of Quirrell. It seemed that he had to settle a deal with Quirrell.

Nothing could make Harry happier than having won Snape's Slytherin.

"Harry, did you know? During the competition, the reason why your broom lost control was because Professor Snape was casting a spell on your broom!" Hermione complained for Harry.

"Why would he do that?" Ron asked.

"Because he is from Slytherin, basically all bad wizards come out of Slytherin, I know how to cast spells, say spells in my mouth, keep looking at each other, that's what Professor Snape did back then Yes," Hermione emphasized.

Harry didn't know what he'd done wrong that caused Snape to go out of his way to target him like this.

Christmas is getting closer and closer, and festive celebrations are everywhere, and everyone has begun to receive various gifts.

Harry hadn't spent Christmas all this time, and he'd been lucky if his big, fat cousin hadn't beaten him to death at his uncle's.

The Weasleys received a bright red sweater knit by Mrs. Weasley herself, and Harry also had a share.

Ron didn't seem to like the sweater.

On Christmas Eve, Harry received an unusual gift, an invisibility cloak!

Who sent this?

Without a signature and without an address, the owl delivered the gift to him.

With this invisibility cloak, Harry was much more convenient.

There are too many secrets in the castle, with the invisibility cloak, he can appear in the castle without restriction, exploring the unknown secrets.

Harry donned the Invisibility Cloak that night, and he was eager to try this magical gift.

At night, after everyone was asleep, Harry slipped on his invisibility cloak and walked out of the bedroom.

The castle was quiet, and the people in the painting began to doze off secretly.

Harry didn't allow himself to make a sound.

In the silence, Harry heard someone talking.

It was Snape's voice.

Harry sighed secretly at his sensitivity to Snape's voice.

Harry followed the sound and walked over. In a corner, Harry saw Snape pushing the honest Defense Against the Dark Arts professor—Professor Quirrell against the wall, looking like his sword was on the verge of breaking out.

"Don't let me find out what shady things you're doing behind your back!" Snape lowered his voice and said harshly.

His usual dark eyes fixed on Quirrell, like the eyes of an owl in the dark!

"I don't know what you, you, are talking about?" Professor Quirrell stammered a little.

"You're still pretending to be confused, aren't you? Shall I pour you some Veritaserum and let you tell your conspiracy in front of the whole school," Snape said.

When Snape faced Quirrell, he didn't know why there was always a sense of fear.

Snape didn't allow anyone to make trouble in his own territory. If Quirrell thought that his little tricks could escape his eyes, he would be underestimating him.

Harry didn't expect Snape to be so rude to Professor Quirrell.

The two were confronting each other, and Snape felt something was wrong with the air around him, his eyes flicked around, as if he could see through everything.

Harry's heart couldn't help but rose to his throat. He was wearing the Invisibility Cloak at this moment, and Snape shouldn't have known he was around here.

Although it was not obvious, Snape still felt the breath of dark magic, and someone was watching them here.

Snape glanced sharply at the corridor, the corridor was quiet, even the ghosts of Hogwarts had fallen asleep.

Snape raised his big hand and waved towards Harry, who quickly and cautiously took a few steps back.

Snape was about to catch him, and he held his breath, not daring to make too much movement.

Snape's hand snapped in Harry's direction, and Harry took a few steps back.

Snape threw his hand into the air, and then slowly dispelled his doubts.

Harry breathed a sigh of relief, and he looked carefully at Snape and Quirrell.

The lightning scar on Harry's forehead began to ache.

Harry covered the scar on his forehead.

Snape dragged Quirrell elsewhere.

Harry, who had a splitting headache, couldn't catch up. All night, Harry worried about his scar hurting again.