HP Approaches the Magic World

Harry Potter wins another game.

This victory is estimated to be the fastest victory in Hogwarts history.

When he descended from the sky, he happened to see Snape's livid or pale face, but the worse Snape's face, the better Harry's mood.

An hour later, Harry left the dressing room alone.

He was going to return his "Nimbus 2000" to the broom shed, and because of this victory, he was happier than ever before.

Because in his heart, he has finally done something real and worthy of pride, and no one will ever say that he "just has a resounding name" in the future.

It's almost dusk, and the air outside Hogwarts Castle has never been so fresh and pleasant.

As Harry walked across the wet grass, the scenes of the previous hour reappeared in his mind, some vague fragments of happiness: the Gryffindor students ran over and put him on their shoulders; Ron and

Hermione was jumping up and down in the distance, and Ron was cheering with a nosebleed.

He recalled with great joy that he didn't even see a house elf following him or the quill writing in front of the elf.

[Illusion Record], this is the elf's innate magic, which can read the thoughts of the person shrouded in magic with a certain probability.

Obviously the probability today is very high, otherwise this record would only have the words "He is very happy today" written on it. As for why he is happy, Joanne will have to fill in the literature.

As the two walked in tandem, the night gradually became darker.

Harry had arrived at the broom shed.

After putting the broom back properly, he did not leave in a hurry. Instead, he leaned against the wooden door of the broom shed and looked up at Hogwarts.

Those windows glowed with a psychedelic red glow in the setting sun.

Because Gryffindor is ahead.

He finally succeeded, he made Snape see...

"Wait...that's Snape?"

Harry opened his eyes wide. He saw a hooded figure quickly walking down the steps of the main entrance of the castle. Obviously he didn't want anyone to see him. After descending the steps, he quickly headed straight for the Forbidden Forest.

Not far away, as Harry watched all this, the joy of victory in his heart gradually disappeared.

He recognized that figure - that sneaky gait was so recognisable, highly recognisable. It was none other than his Potions teacher - Severus Snape.

What does he want to do by sneaking into the Forbidden Forest while others are having dinner?

Harry quickly turned around and took out the broom, then jumped back on the broomstick and flew into the air silently.

Behind him, the quill that was recording in front of the elf suddenly stopped. The house elf frowned, raised his hand to grab the paper and pen, and used Apparition to disappear.

Harry slid silently over the castle. Under the lights of the castle, he saw Snape running and slipping into the Forbidden Forest. He gritted his teeth and followed him.

But the trees in the Forbidden Forest were so dense that he couldn't see where Snape had gone.

He carefully controlled the broom to hover in the air, flying at a lower and lower altitude. Recently, he was almost flying against the treetops. Fortunately, he finally heard someone speaking.

So the little wizard flew towards them lightly and landed quietly on a towering beech tree.

Still can't see or hear anything clearly here.

Harry carefully climbed forward along a branch, holding the broomstick tightly in his hand and hanging on the branch in a strange posture. He wanted to look down through the leaves to see what Snape was doing.

.

Hard work pays off.

After adjusting for a while, he was finally able to see the scene below.

In a shadowy clearing stood Snape, but he was not alone.

Professor Quirrell was also standing there, seemingly arguing with Snape about something. Harry couldn't see the expression on his face clearly, but he could hear that he was stuttering harder than ever.

"No... I don't know why you... want... to choose to meet here, Severus?"

"Oh, I don't think this should be made public," Harry heard Snape say coldly, "after all, students are not supposed to know about the Philosopher's Stone."

Magic stone?!

Harry leaned forward, wanting to hear more clearly, but Quirrell's voice was very low, and before he could say a few words, he was interrupted again by Snape.

"Have you figured out how to subdue Hagrid's monster?"

"But, but, Severus, I..."

"You don't want me to be your enemy, Quirrell."

Harry saw Snape saying this and taking a step closer to Quirrell, feeling a surge of pressure.

"I, I don't know, you..."

"You know exactly what I mean, Quirrell, you know very well."

Harry listened attentively. He felt that he had never listened so carefully even in class. Snape's voice suddenly stopped being annoying. He wished that the Potions teacher would say more.

But no, a nearby owl hooted so loudly that Harry almost fell from the tree.

He quickly stabilized himself, just in time to hear Snape say again: "——Your secret little trick, I'll be waiting."

"But, but, I don't - no - no -"

"very good."

Snape interrupted him and did not let Quirrell finish what he said, which made Harry very angry: "It won't be long before you have time to think carefully and decide who you are loyal to, we will talk again."

As if something important had happened, Snape covered his head with his cloak and strode out of the clearing.

It was almost completely dark, but Harry could still see Quirrell standing there motionless, like a clay sculpture. He grabbed his broom very carefully and left.

…

Snape did not leave the Forbidden Forest.

He originally made an appointment to meet Quirrell in the morning, but Quirrell did not come to keep the appointment at that time, so he had to change it to the evening.

Originally, this conversation would not end so easily, but he suddenly heard an owl hooting and changed his mind temporarily.

"I thought you didn't hear it."

Training ground, in a cabin.

Jon waved his wand and placed a cup of tea in front of Snape. The house elf on the side respectfully used Jon's simple "kitchen" to make some snacks and placed them between Jon and Snape, and then

He bowed respectfully and used Apparition to leave here.

"What an enviable pedigree."

Snape picked up the teacup, tasted it, and began to answer the question: "Why can't I hear it? There are no other owls here."