HP Approaches the Magical World

Harry Potter has won another game.

The victory of this match is estimated to be the fastest Hogwarts has ever won.

He descended from the sky, just in time to see Snape's livid or pale face, but the worse Snape looked, the better Harry's mood.

An hour later, Harry left the dressing room alone.

He was sending his Nimbus 2000 back to the broom shed, happier than ever because of this victory.

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

It was almost dusk, and the air outside Hogwarts Castle had never been so fresh and pleasant.

As Harry walked across the damp grass, the events of the previous hour resurfaced in his mind, in vaguely blissful episodes: the Gryffindors running up to lift 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 glee that he didn't even see a house-elf following him and a quill that wasn't 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 chance.

Obviously, today's chances are very high, otherwise the record will only have the words "he is very happy today". As for why he is happy, Joanne has to fill in the literature.

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

Harry had reached the broom shed.

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

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

Because Gryffindor was ahead.

He finally succeeded, he made Snape see...

"Wait...is that Snape?"

Harry's eyes widened. He saw a hooded figure walking quickly down the main steps of the castle, obviously not wanting to be seen. After descending the steps, he quickly headed straight for the Forbidden Forest.

Not far away, watching all this, Harry's sense of joy of victory gradually disappeared.

He recognized the figure - the sneaky gait was so recognizable and recognizable, it was his Potions teacher - Severus Snape.

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

Harry hurriedly turned around and took out the broomstick, then jumped back onto the broomstick and soared into the air soundlessly.

Behind him, the quill that was recording in front of the elf suddenly stopped. The house elf frowned, grabbed the paper and pen, and disappeared in place using Apparition.

Harry slid across the sky of the castle without a sound. Under the light of the castle, he saw Snape running and slipping into the Forbidden Forest. He gritted his teeth and followed.

But the trees in the Forbidden Forest were too dense, and he couldn't see where Snape had gone.

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

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

Still can't see or hear anything.

Harry carefully climbed forward along a branch, his broomstick was tightly grasped in his hand, hanging from the branch in a strange position, 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, seeming to be arguing with Snape,

Harry couldn't see the expression on his face, but he could hear him stuttering more than ever.

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

"Oh, I don't think it's appropriate to go public," Harry heard Snape say dryly. "After all, students aren't supposed to know about the Philosopher's Stone."

Magic stone? !

Harry leaned forward, trying to hear more clearly, but Quirrell muttered in a low voice, before Snape interrupted him again.

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

"Yeah, but, Severus, I..."

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

Seeing Snape talking, Harry took a step closer to Quirrell, and the pressure increased.

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

"You know me very well, Quirrell, you know very well."

Harry listened intently. He felt like he hadn't even listened so carefully in class. Snape's voice suddenly stopped being annoying. He wished the Potions teacher had more to say.

But no, instead a nearby owl hooted so loudly that Harry almost fell out of a tree in fright.

He steadied himself, just in time to hear Snape say again, "—your secret little trick, I'll wait."

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

"very good."

Snape interrupted him and didn't let Quirrell finish his sentence, which annoyed Harry very much: "We'll talk again soon, after you've had time to think it over and decide who you're loyal to."

As if something urgent had happened, Snape put his cloak over his head and strode out of the clearing.

It was almost completely dark, but Harry could still see Quirrell standing motionless, like a clay sculpture, as he carefully grabbed his broom and left the place.

...

Snape did not leave the Forbidden Forest.

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

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

"I thought you didn't hear it."

On the training ground, in the cabin.

Jon waved his wand and put 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 saluted respectfully again, and left here using Apparition.

"What an enviable pedigree."

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