Hogwarts: My name is the Unforgivable Curse

The period after the start of school was quite peaceful - since Voldemort's mental power was completely analyzed, and with the inspiration obtained from the dragon eggs, the development progress of magic traps suddenly increased a lot, and there were probably one or two more. It can be completed completely within a month, and the knowledge Avada has gained is enough, and there is no need to sneak into the forbidden book area every day.

And Balon also knew that he had important things to do, so he didn't bother him too much. He also told him the sales address of the luxury intelligence enhancer - the bottle he got for Christmas didn't even last two weeks. Hold on. As a result, the price of that thing reached an outrageous fifteen galleons per bottle, which was three or four times the price of ordinary intelligence-enhancing agents. Avada was shocked when she received the bill for the first time.

Fortunately, the compensation given by the Department of Mysteries was too much to spend, and his financial resources could still afford this kind of consumption.

Harry should have told Ron and Hermione about the Philosopher's Stone and the current situation in Avada, so they haven't seen the three of them rummaging around in the library like they did last semester in recent times. When they see Avada, they will give an encouraging smile...

‘Forget it, thank God those three guys didn’t pester me with questions. But I should take credit for reporting Dumbledore’s name...'

Avada thought as she took a sip of black tea, stopped writing, and looked up at Shabby: "So what's so special about Quidditch this time? Aren't there still two games left until the finals? Harry ·We have also seen Potter's Nimbus 2000, and Cedric's response tactics are also very complete..."

"Dumbledore is coming to watch the game in person!"

Xia Bi exclaimed excitedly: "Our principal is so busy and has never been interested in Quidditch. In the past, he usually didn't visit the school's finals every year, but this time he came in person!"

"I don't know why, but if it can arouse Dumbledore's interest, this game must be famous!"

'Yes, he is very famous, so he has to keep an eye on Voldemort...'

While Avada was cursing in her heart, she took another sip of tea before replying calmly: "Is it possible that he is here to supervise Professor Snape, who suddenly wants to be the referee, to prevent him from overly punishing Gryffindor?" Points deducted?"

"Impossible, absolutely impossible!"

The Quidditch captain who was walking aside immediately stopped after hearing this: "The Quidditch game is not a normal class, how can he be qualified to deduct points? And he doesn't understand Quidditch, even if he wants to pick Gryffindor I can’t find fault with many team members..."

"Then what if he picks me up?"

"Then Professor McGonagall will probably hit her with a tomato."

The captain muttered: "But why did Professor Snape suddenly come to be the referee? He doesn't know Quidditch. We are the ones facing Gryffindor, not Slytherin..."

"But if this is the case, Snape will definitely favor us against Gryffindor, right? Is this considered a victory without force?"

"Actually, it's not bad. It just closes the gap caused by Nimbus 2000."

Avada lowered her head again, put down the tea cup and continued to write and draw in her notebook: "Okay, I'll go take a look at it then, just to relax."

"That's right...so why does Snape want to be the referee?"

"..."

In fact, Avada was a bit confused: Even Dumbledore had gone to the rescue in person, so why did Snape need to go out in person to protect Harry? And his existence itself is affecting Harry's performance... Wait, he wouldn't be happy with this, would he?

The person who both saves your life and disgusts you is perfect.

As expected of you, Professor.

…

So, two days later, it was Hufflepuff versus Gryffindor on the Quidditch pitch.

Players on both sides of the court had excited expressions, Harry being the most excited - Merlin at the top, who was almost scared to death when he heard that Snape was going to be the referee. The arrival of Dumbledore can be said to be another bright spot for him.

Moreover, he has also learned from Avada that Dumbledore already knows that someone is trying to steal the Sorcerer's Stone, which also greatly reduces his psychological pressure - at least he does not have to worry about this every day and can train without any distractions. Quidditch.

"Both sides get on broomsticks."

Snape stood in the middle with a sullen face, read emotionlessly in a stick-reading tone, and then blew the whistle.

"...Nimbus 2000 is a step ahead of Sweeping Seven Stars in terms of speed, direction change and braking ability, and a genius like the Savior has barely possessed the ability to control that broom. So in order to help Cedric win the Snitch, Our team needs to expand the scope of influence as much as possible to ensure that no matter where the snitch appears, there are people involved in intercepting it as soon as possible..."

Xia Bi is currently competing on the court, so the person responsible for explaining Quidditch to Avada and other newbies has become the fifth-year Rolf - in order to cope with the OLS exam, he has to work as an assistant to Professor Kettleburn. He was busy enough as usual, and Quidditch was almost the only place he could relax.

"However, the disadvantage of this is that the defense line will be relatively scattered, making it difficult to stop the opponent when they come over. It seems that Gryffindor has scored two goals in a row, but it doesn't matter, everything is within our expectations..."

"Look, Professor Snape really gave us a free throw. This is how the shortcomings of the lax defense are made up for!"

Avada:…

Did you agree that everyone is an honest person?

With so much effort in making use of all factors on and off the field, the person who formulated this tactic was really not sent by Slytherin?

Oh, I'm not honest either, so that's okay.

"Through these two free throws, the difference in points was evened. But Harry still chose to stay away from the confrontation area and look for the snitch in the sky, completely unaware of our tactics! We will definitely win..."

"Don't!"

Before the people on the side could cover Rolf's mouth, Harry thrust himself in front of Snape, almost knocking him off the broom...

"Attack the referee, Potter!"

Snape turned pale and scolded fiercely: "Hufflepuff penalty kick!"

"No, Professor."

The corners of Harry's mouth raised uncontrollably, and he raised the golden snitch he had just obtained in front of Snape: "It's over! I caught the snitch!"

The stands instantly erupted: This will be a new record. No one can remember a game in which the snitch was caught so quickly!

Cedric and the other Hufflepuffs:…

Well, all the tactics were carefully planned, but the snitch appeared directly under the nose of the opponent's seeker...

Harry jumped off his broomstick a foot above the ground. He couldn't believe it. He succeeded - the game was over, lasting less than five minutes, and he deflated Snape in front of him... As the Gryffindors swarmed onto the field, Snape landed on him Beside him, his face was pale and his lips were pursed tightly...

"What did I say! Don't talk about the results until the dust settles!"

Facing the resentful looks of all the Hufflepuffs, Rolf smiled dryly: "I think..."

"You're still making excuses! I'll take your job away from you!"

——This is a curse that will cause a feeling of fullness for half a day after being hit, causing the food to taste unpalatable. It is quite vicious to Hufflepuff and is often used in the Hufflepuff civil war.

An hour later, Harry left the dressing room alone, his mood happier than ever: he had finally done something truly worthy of pride - no one would ever say that he just had a famous name. That’s all. The night air had never been so sweet, and the scene of the previous hour reappeared in his mind: the Gryffindors running over and putting him on their shoulders; Ron and Hermione jumping up and down in the distance. …

He came to the broom shed, leaned against the wooden door, and looked up at Hogwarts. The windows were glowing red in the setting sun. Gryffindor was ahead. He succeeded, he finally made Snape...

Snape?

A hooded figure quickly walked down the main steps of the castle, obviously not wanting to be seen, and headed straight for the Forbidden Forest. Harry watched, the joy of victory fading from his heart. He recognized the furtive gait of the figure—it was Snape. He sneaked into the Forbidden Forest while others were having dinner.

What does he want to do?