"Heading into November, the weather became very cold.

The mountains surrounding the school were gray and covered with snow and ice, the lake was cold and hard like quenched steel, and there was frost on the ground every morning. From the upstairs window, Hagrid can be seen wrapped in a long moleskin coat, wearing rabbit fur gloves and huge beaver fur boots, defrosting his broomsticks on the Quidditch pitch.

"Good morning, Neville. ”

Hagrid greeted Neville, who had finished his morning workout, and compared to Hagrid, who was wearing a bloated outfit, Neville's clothes looked the same as a month ago, and the short-sleeved shorts were as cool as a summer dress. If there is any difference, it may be that after the morning exercise, his clothes are not dripping anymore, and they don't seem to be fished out of the water like before.

With his coat slung over his shoulders, Neville picked up the kettle and drank the remaining warm water, opening his mouth to exhale a large cloud of white mist that slowly rose from his head, like a lit cigarette.

"Good morning, Hagrid. ”

Neville walked over to Hagrid's side and watched him defrost the broomstick, and the two of them chatted about something that had happened recently. Harry has more stories than a dull life, and Hagrid likes to hear Neville talk about things in Harry's life.

"I remember there was a Gryffindor vs. Slytherin Quidditch match this Saturday, and Harry was going to play, right?" Hagrid asked.

"Well, Harry says Wood intends to use him as a secret weapon. ”

"Oh, that's great, I'm going to go and watch the game and cheer him on. ”

Hearing the good news, Hagrid smiled happily, and could tell that he really liked Harry. Neville nodded, he was sure that Harry would be able to excel, as he had seen the Gryffindor team train on a daily basis, and Harry's talent in this area was really high.

"If we win, we'll move up to second place in the House Cup and maybe win the House Cup this year. ”

Neville said as a cold wind blew, and a little hoarfrost appeared in his hair, and his clothes were like a layer of ice armor against his body, cold and biting. Shaking his body, Neville touched his stiff clothes, and said helplessly, "It seems that I have to go back first." ”

"Goodbye. ”

Hagrid waved his hand, and Neville turned around and walked towards the castle with a foot deep in the snow and a shallow foot. When Neville was gone, Hagrid stopped what he was doing and looked at the footprints on the edge of the Quidditch pitch with a strange expression.

"Does he have the blood of a giant like me?"

Hagrid muttered softly, then shook his head again, refuting the speculation. Hagrid's mother is a giant, his father is a wizard, and his giant blood is obviously quite tall, which can be seen from his height, but he probably doesn't have a strong physique like Neville at the same age.

Because of his special status, he still knows some of Neville's glorious achievements, which even adult wizards may not be able to do, not to mention that Neville only uses his fists and brute force to do it.

If Neville was given enough time, what would he be able to achieve?

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Harry was looking forward to Saturday's Quidditch match and was in a much better mood, but as always, as long as he met Snape, it would be fine, and even the best mood would be ruined.

"Library books are not allowed to be taken out of school!" Snape said, "Give it to me, Gryffindor will be deducted five points!"

He made up a makeshift rule. Harry watched Snape limp away and muttered angrily, "What's wrong with his leg?"

"I don't know, but I hope he chokes on it. Ron gloated.

What happened to Snape's leg, Harry knew the night before the game, and he saw the wound on Snape's leg, dripping with blood and flesh, and Filch, the administrator, handing him the bandage.

This is not normal.

Madam Pomfrey in the Hogwarts infirmary was very professional and skilled in medical care, and Snape did not go to the infirmary and hid in his office to take care of his wounds, which was not right in any way.

Not only that, but Harry also overheard some conversations, and he was convinced that the wound on Snape's leg was caused by the three-headed dog. When Snape found out, he quickly approached Neville and the others, telling him all he had seen and guessed.

"Do you know what that means?" said Harry, holding his breath, "on Halloween, he wanted to get past the big dog with three heads! When we saw him, he was going there - he was looking for the thing that the big dog was guarding! I bet with my broomstick that he let the troll in to distract people!"

Of the four, Ron had nothing but a bad feeling for Snape, and he agreed with Harry. And Neville, like Hermione, didn't think Snape was really a thief, after all, many of Harry's inferences were unsubstantiated, just speculations.

"Well, I think he's a little cautious, but he's not that bad. ”

Neville put down his quill pen, he felt that the matter was too big to draw conclusions lightly. He looked at Harry and said, "Harry, aren't you going to play tomorrow, don't get distracted by this kind of thing now, and wait until the game is over." ”

Harry patted his head vigorously and said in annoyance: "You didn't say that I almost forgot that there is a game tomorrow." His expression was very distressed, he shook his head vigorously, and said with a wry smile: "But this is all in my mind now, and when I close my eyes, it is Snape's injured leg...... I'm definitely going to lose sleep today. ”

Good spirits, bad spirits, Harry really lost sleep that night.

On Saturday morning, the weather was sunny and cold. The enticing smell of grilled sausages fills the room, and everyone is looking forward to a good Quidditch match and chatting happily.

"You have to have a few bites of breakfast. ”

"I don't want to eat anything. ”

Harry, who had barely closed his eyes all night, yawned and lay listlessly on the table, Neville, who was sitting across from him, had a good appetite as always, and Harry was very envious of this kind of person who could eat, sleep, and fight.

"Let's have some toast. Hermione admonished.

"I'm not hungry. ”

Harry was feeling terrible, and in another hour, he was going to be on his way to the ring.

By the end, Harry had barely eaten a hot dog, but unfortunately there was too much ketchup on the sausage, and it tasted weird.

At eleven o'clock in the afternoon, it seemed that all the teachers and students of the school had arrived in the stands around the Quidditch pitch. Many students also brought binoculars, and their seats were almost raised to mid-air, but it was still difficult to see the game at times.

Neville and the others were in the top row, and to surprise Harry, they drew a huge banner out of a sheet stained with small mouse spots, which read "Potter wins". Dean, who is good at drawing, also drew a large Gryffindor lion underneath, and Hermione also cast a clever spell to make the paint on the banner shimmer with different colors.

Incidentally, the phrase "Potter will win" was written by Neville.

In fact, today's Quidditch match was quite exciting, and the Weasley twins' best friend, Lee Jordan, was the match commentator under the watchful eye of Professor McGonagall. Even though Professor McGonagall kept reminding him to be neutral, anyone could tell who Lee Jordan was leaning into.

As a Seeker who decides the outcome of the game, Harry is not idle, his teammates are battling Slytherin, and he is using his keen observation to search for traces of the Golden Snitch on the field.

Harry spotted the Snitch almost at the same time as Slytherin Seeker Terrence Higgins, and the two of them sped away side by side, but Harry was faster than Higgins.

It was just the captain of the Slytherins, Marcus Flint, who seemed to have mountain monster blood, rushed over and slammed Harry hard, nearly knocking him off his broomstick.

Neville and the others in the stands cheered Harry on with loudspeakers, but after watching for a while, Neville felt that something seemed to be wrong, and his Halo 2000 twitched and writhed wildly all the way, flying upwards for no apparent reason, keeping Harry away from the arena.

Through the binoculars, Neville could clearly see Harry's face in astonishment and horror, his hands gripped the broomstick handle tightly and clamped it between his knees, but the broomstick spun like crazy, desperately trying to throw him down.

"Something seems wrong. Putting down the binoculars, Neville said, "Harry's broomstick seems to be out of order. ”

Soon, the others also noticed the problem, as Harry had been thrown out of the broomstick, and only one hand was still clutching the broomstick, hanging in the air.

"Did something go wrong with the broomstick when Flint ran into him just now?" someone whispered.

"No way," Hagrid's voice trembled slightly, "nothing can interfere with a broomstick except powerful black magic - it's impossible for a child to cast that magic on the Halo 2000." ”

Hearing this, Hermione grabbed Hagrid's binoculars, and instead of looking up at Harry, she began to look anxiously at the crowd.

"What are you doing?" said Ron, groaning, his face grim.

"I guessed it a long time ago. Hermione gasped and said, "It's Snape!

Ron grabbed the binoculars, and Snape stood in the middle of the stands across from them, his eyes fixed on Harry, his mouth silently muttering.

"He's doing evil, he's chanting a curse on the broomstick!"

"What should I do?"

"I'm going to stop him!"

Neville stood up suddenly, clenched into fists, his expression extremely calm, but Ron and they both knew that Neville was really angry now.