[HP] The Curse of Harry Potter and Slytherin

Snape walked wearily in the aisle, a black cloak draped over his arm.

Dealing with Voldemort had exhausted almost all of his energy, and he was struggling to report to Dumbledore. Now he just wanted to go back to the bedroom in the cellar, think about nothing, and have a good sleep.

He put his hand on the doorknob of the cellar, but the corners of his eyes glanced to the wall—half a shoe was placed obliquely in the empty corridor—he thought of something, and his heart suddenly jumped violently.

Snape turned around, took two steps forward, slowly squatted down, groped around the shoes, and slowly lifted off a fabric that was as transparent as water——

Harry Potter was asleep, curled up against the wall under the Invisibility Cloak, wet tears still staining his face.

Merlin!

Snape's heart seemed to be hit hard by something, it was sore, astringent, and painful, and an unexpected warm current rushed into the already dead heart in an instant.

Harry...was he worried about him?

No one had ever... waited for him like this.

Snape always showed a half-crying and half-smiling expression on his flat face. He tried to restrain the urge to hold Harry tightly in his arms, and stroked Harry's cheek with trembling hands, gently rubbing his thumbs. Wipe away those tears.

The warm touch on his face seemed to startle Harry, and he moved his eyelashes, looking like he was about to wake up.

Snape withdrew his hand in a sudden awakening, got up quickly and entered the room, and closed the door tightly.

What qualifications do I have...

He gasped for breath, leaned against the door, and closed his eyes in pain.

Harry opened his eyes, and saw a black figure enter the cellar, closing the door with a snap.

He is back!

"Sev..." Harry stood up abruptly, the Invisibility Cloak slipping off him.

He threw himself on the door, raised his hand to knock on the door, and then stopped in a daze.

Even if you see it, what can you say?

He likes...not me.

Harry hooked the corners of his mouth mockingly, his nose was a little sore again.

Forget it, he'll be fine when he comes back...

"Severus..." Harry put his hand on the doorknob and opened his mouth almost silently, "...good night."

He picked up the invisibility cloak and wrapped it tightly around his body, bit his lip and left here step by step without looking back.

"Relax, Ron," Harry said to Ron again.

They were now standing in the preparation room of the Quidditch pitch, ahead of the first Quidditch match of the term - Gryffindor vs. Slytherin - about to begin.This competition is related to the honor of the two colleges, as well as the long-standing grievances between the students of both sides. Before the game even started, there was already a lot of people outside, and the atmosphere was warm.

Ron looked like he was about to pass out.

"I—I shouldn't have come—" Ron turned pale, "What if I lose..."

"Then you are our sinner—"

"No, the sinners of Gryffindor—"

"Enough, you two! Stop scaring him!" Angelina yelled at the twins, who stuck out their tongues in a laugh.

"If you lose, you lose, and it's not like we didn't—"

Harry saw Angelina cast a stern look at him, and quickly changed his words, "We will definitely win!"

"But——" Ron seemed to be more than just afraid of losing the game, his expression was filled with despair, "I shouldn't—"

Mrs Hodge blew her whistle in the middle of the field, and it was time for them to get out.

Harry had no choice but to pat Ron on the shoulder again to reassure him.

"Ladies and gentlemen, students and teachers, welcome to the first Quidditch match of the term - Gryffindor vs. Slytherin!"

Lee Jordan has already started to explain passionately with the microphone, and Professor McGonagall is staring at him.

"Now, the team members of both sides have all taken off!"

Harry stepped onto the rocket, the wind whistling in his ears.

"Well done! Angelina Johnson of Gryffindor got the Quaffle first - passed to Katie Bell - the ball was snatched by Marcus Flint of Slytherin - Gryffindor's George Weasley... or Fred Weasley - sorry, I can't always tell the two apart - nice shot! Katie got the Quaffle back - All the way - she's heading for the Slytherin goal - Slytherin's Derian Pusey charging! The son of a bitch -"

"Jordan!" Professor McGonagall roared.

"Okay...sorry - anyway the Quaffle went back to Marcus in Slytherin - Ginny Weasley tried to intercept - they got it right next to the Gryffindor goal - The goalkeeper was Ron Weasley—I have to say that the Weasley family indeed has a lot of children, and their family almost accounted for more than half of the places in our team—Ron went up to meet—No! Not that side--"

There was a sigh of disappointment from the Gryffindors, and cheers from the Slytherin audience.

"Well - Slytherin first ten points..." said Jordan sadly, "Don't lose heart... we still have a chance - well - Alicia Spinnet of Gryffindor gets the ghost again Fly ball..."

But the little courage Ron had managed to muster seemed to be completely exhausted with the bad start, and then he missed three more balls, and the score between Gryffindor and Slytherin had turned to zero to forty.

Harry gripped the broom tightly as he circled the field round and round.

It doesn't matter... only forty points...if he catches the Snitch now...they can still win!

But the little golden thing was still missing, and the score below had turned to zero to sixty. There was a huge boo from the Gryffindor audience, and the Slytherins laughed loudly.

"Hey! Potter! Looks like I don't need to catch the Snitch, you'll lose too!" Malfoy laughed and hovered opposite Harry, "As long as you dribble the ball, you'll get points. I've never participated Such an easy game!"

"Don't talk too much, Malfoy," Harry pretended to be confident, "so as not to slap you in the face later."

But he realized with some despair in his heart that they might really lose...

"Okay...well..." Jordan's voice was limp, "Marcus Flint in Slytherin got the ball - he took it towards the Gryffindor goal -"

"Ron Weasley!"

Harry was surprised to hear Hermione's voice suddenly. He looked down in surprise and saw Hermione grabbed Jordan's microphone and shouted excitedly in Ron's direction. Professor McGonagall couldn't stop her.

"Ron Weasley! I promise you! What you said last night...I promise! Even if you don't win...I promise you!"

Hermione yelled and held her wand high into the sky, and a pink heart-shaped firework burst from the tip of her wand and exploded over the Quidditch pitch.

Everyone screamed and whistled like hell.

"Ron... come on! I know... I know you've always been the best!"

Hermione finally yelled hoarsely, then threw the microphone back to Lee Jordan, and squatted down covering her face.

Harry looked at Ron, pleased to see that his face was flushed, as if a hundred opponents stronger than Marcus Flint would not be able to break through his defenses.

In the following time, if Ron had the help of God, he didn't miss a single ball in the goal.They quickly tied the score and then overtook...

In the end, the score was fixed at 170-[-]. Harry caught the Snitch one step ahead of Malfoy, raised his arms triumphantly, and ended the game with a [-]-point advantage.

"We won! We won!"

The members of the Gryffindor team cheered and hugged each other, and Ron rushed to Hermione, hugged her tightly, and couldn't help but kissed her lightly on the forehead——

The cheers, screams, and boos of the people around them surrounded them. Ron was smiling happily, and Hermione was flushed and smiling happily.

Harry smiled at his best friends, genuinely happy for them both.

He involuntarily turned his head to look at the Slytherin auditorium, but only saw the back of Snape leaving from a distance.

don't think about it anymore...

Harry's expression darkened slightly, and he quickly took a deep breath, smiled, and rejoined the celebrating crowd.