Willow Springs' memory of the incident tonight where Harry saw Snape's injured leg and became suspicious of him. She hurriedly turned around, just in time to see the door that had been silently opened and half closed, and Harry, who was standing behind the door with a pale face of disbelief.

Snape couldn't continue to bandage his wounds, forgetting that his trouser leg was still curled up above his knee, and he quickly lowered his robe to block his injured leg. His eyes seemed to shoot poisoned arrows, like they were about to nail Harry to the door.

Liu Quan's bandaged hands froze in mid-air. Harry's gaze jumped between the two men in the room, his expression of horror at the end of the world. Judging by his expression, he probably over-made up his brain.

Liu Quan quickly stood up.

Snape's face crooked in anger. Harry gasped.

"I ...... I was just...... Wondering if I can get my book back. Harry stammered as if he was suffocating.

"Get out!" Snape snarled, his expression terrifying for a moment, as if he wanted to jump out of his chair and give Harry an Arvada immediately.

Liu Quan hurriedly reached out and pressed his shoulder, stopping him from making any impulsive moves. Almost at the same time, Harry's body retracted behind the door, and they heard the footsteps of children rattle and walk away.

Harry probably ran away as fast as he could.

Snape gasped as if he were furious, and the whites of his eyes turned red.

Willow Quan thought about it in embarrassment, but walked to the door, closed the door again, walked back to Snape's side, hesitated for a moment, pointed to his leg with a wooden face, and said, "Even if you want to take Harry Potter Arvada, you have to bandage the wound first." Otherwise, in a few days, it will be difficult for you to even walk......"

Snape pursed his lips and glared at her in annoyance, the word "refuse" written all over his face.

Willow Quan was so angry and amused that he casually threatened him, "You don't want to wait for me to take you to the cellar, do you?"

Who knew that this insincere threat actually worked. Snape gasped heavily, his expression was terrifying, and after a moment's pause, he lifted the robe he had put down earlier to cover the injured leg, stretched the wounded leg unobstructed in front of Willow Spring, and said with a stiff face: "Hurry up and finish your clumsy wound, and then go back to your Gryffindor Tower!"

Liu Quan was slightly stunned, and quickly squatted down, lightly and meticulously wrapped the wound with a bandage, and tied a knot. The knot made Snape's face even worse. Then she stood up, clapped her hands, ignored his harsh look, and smiled and leaned over to hold out a hand to him.

"Come on, as the professor in charge of the night patrol tonight, I think it's my duty to escort an injured colleague back to the office. ”

Snape glared at her fiercely, as if he was so angry that he didn't say anything for a long time.

"Tomorrow is a Quidditch match, and I'm sure we have a lot more to do, aren't we?" Willow Quan continued good-naturedly, his green eyes fixed on the angry wizard in front of him.

"Gryffindor v Slytherin, huh? I expect tomorrow's game to be exciting – on and off the pitch, right?"

Snape avoided her gaze, propped one hand on the table next to him, and struggled to prop himself up from his chair, grunting in a way that Willow Springs' believed was not a good word.

Then, Snape bypassed her hand, skimmed past her, and limped to the door of the faculty lounge.

Liu Quan didn't insist on supporting him, but silently followed him.

One after the other, they walked to the door of the Potions office in the cellar. Snape had no intention of inviting Willow Spring in to sit down, and Willow Springs' endurance was not going to challenge him again when he was injured. She shoved a crystal bottle into his hand—which contained a blood tonic—and said simply, "Drink it." Then get some rest. I'm not going to be on your night patrol for too long, so you'd better heal sooner. ”

For a moment, Snape seemed to have succeeded in angering her words. He pursed his lips, his gaze swept sharply over her face, and suggested sarcastically, "Maybe you can ask Albus to find someone else to take over?"

Lyauzami glanced at him and replied expressionlessly, "Do you mean to have Filius or Hagrid come to patrol the night?" or do you think Quirrell is the better candidate?"

Snape choked on a nonchalantly serious bit.

Liu Quan stared at him, and a soft smile suddenly appeared on the corner of his lips.

The air was always filled with little sparks of irritation, and now the smile on her lips was like a handful of warm water, and the little sparks were silently extinguished.

"Ah, it's late at night. She looked up at the corridor that had become silent. Curfew had passed, and the Slytherins who knew the times were seldom reckless in making a night out.

"Whoever wins tomorrow I want it to be a really good game. She turned her gaze back to Snape, her gaze unusually calm and soft.

Snape avoided her gaze, opened the door, walked in without looking back, and slammed the door shut without looking.

The second day's race was indeed ...... Uh, anomalous, and, brilliant.

What the Slytherin and Gryffindor unfolded in mid-air was more of a fiery game than a ball game. Savage and dangerous maneuvers on both sides continued, and not only were the senior players frequently knocked off their broomsticks, but even first-year students like Harry escaped several dooms.

But Harry's doom was far from over—his broom suddenly shook uncontrollably.

There was no doubt that Quirrell was the devil's job, but the Gryffindor trio had decided that Snape was the bad guy due to Snape's usual hostility and the injuries Harry had accidentally bumped into last night.

This misinterpreted, annoying physique caused Snape a lot of problems - for example, while he was engrossed in watching the troublemaker Quirrell, and trying to chant spells against Quirrell's methods, the Gryffindor Miss Know-it-all sneaked up to him and lit a fire with a little charm, burning the corner of his robe.

Snape was so focused on the situation on the field that it took about thirty seconds for him to realize he was on fire. He let out a cry of shock and fury, and quickly stood to his feet, intending to extinguish the small flame that was already burning more and more. Almost at the same time, Hermione hurried down the row of seats back to the Gryffindor stands, as if nothing had happened.

During this time, Liu Quan was not idle. She sat in the faculty stand, like the other professors, pretending not to notice Quirrell shuddering around her, trying to take a seat in the corner behind her, in the last row.

Quirrell sat behind her, and in the row in front of her sat Snape. Liu Quan thought it was simply brilliant. She guessed she'd be going to spend the entire game under the spell of back-and-forth strikes.

She didn't dare stop Quirrell from chanting a curse sooner—it would change the course of the story—but she didn't want to sit back and watch everyone get by this handsome, disguised villain. As soon as a small flame erupted from the corner of Snape's robes, she swooped to her feet, feigned surprise and jumped to her feet and shouted, "Fire, fire, fire!" and drew her wand.

Her attempts to put out the fire were so great that she jumped out of her chair even harder, and when Snape noticed that the corner of her robe was on fire, and she also jumped up to step on the flames, she pretended to be hit by him, and staggered back and forth to hit the others, with the result that almost all the people around and behind her were affected, everyone was unsteady on their feet, and in the chaos, it was unknown which hapless man knocked Quirrell out of his chair and to the ground.

Taking advantage of the opportunity of pulling his wand sideways, Willow Quan confirmed with the corner of his eye that Quirrell was lying under the chair, and for a moment it was difficult to get up because he was stuck in the narrow space between the two rows of chairs, and then immediately pointed his wand at the corner of Snape's robe with great satisfaction and shouted, "Clear water as a spring!"

Hermione's spell wasn't hard to break, and it only took Willow Springs to repeat "Clear Water Like a Spring" a few times was enough to extinguish that small flame. Willow Spring didn't bother to check Snape's condition or face—there was probably nothing to describe other than the word terrible—and she immediately turned to Quirrell behind her. At this time, he had just been lifted up from under the chair by the person next to him.

Liu Quan stared at him with concern, looking him up and down, as if she thought that this little fall had broken him and was about to twist him into the school hospital at any moment. With a little courtesy and a moderate amount of care, she asked him passionately if he was hurt somewhere.

Unlike the usual stammering attempts to strike up a conversation with her, Quirrell didn't seem to want to talk to Lily Evans today. He stood up cringe, nodded at her nonchalantly, and almost immediately lowered his head to sit back in his seat and continue watching the game, as if he was too concerned to talk to her.

Willow Springs, stepping past the row of chairs, sat down next to Quirrell enthusiastically, greeted him with a smile on his face, and asked him why he didn't sit in the stands over there.

"Sitting with the students will make this Quidditch match even more exciting!" she said with a smile, trying not to look at Snape's side and focusing on Quirrell's face, forcing him to stop chanting the curse at the same time.

"Oh no, no, no...... I...... I think they don't ...... I'm not welcome ......," Quirrell stammered in reply, rubbing his hands together as if he were nervous and cramped.

Liu Quan didn't plan to let him go like this.

"It's okay, the students must be very welcome! don't get them wrong, they just don't know how to vent the extra enthusiasm in their bodies-" She spoke in her conscience, her eyes fixed on Quirrell's face, not giving him the slightest chance to re-chant the spell to disturb Harry.

"No, no...... That one...... Since you like to sit with students...... If you sit together, that's, then...... Please, I'...... I'm sitting here myself, and I'm ......," Quirrell stammered.

Liu Quan smiled.

"Speaking of which, it's a pretty good day," she said abruptly. But even though she was talking about the weather, her eyes didn't turn to the sky at all. "It's a good day for students to fight on the court and scream to vent their excess energy and do some dangerous moves by the way, isn't it?"

A muscle on Quirrell's face shuddered.

At this time, all of a sudden, almost the entire stand stood up one after another. Willow Spring and Quirrell also stopped talking, looking at the focus of everyone's attention.

Harry was seen falling heavily from his "Light Wheel 2000". He covered his mouth with his hand as if he was about to vomit - he landed on all fours - coughed, then made a nauseous sound - and a golden object fell into his palm.

"I caught the Snitch!" he shouted, swinging the ball high above his head. The game ended in chaos.

Willow Springs' notice that in front of her, Dumbledore was clapping, and he must have had a satisfied smile on his face—and Professor McGonagall let out a joyful exclamation. The next moment she turned her head like lightning, and her eyes swept over Quirrell beside her, only to see a very strange look on his face, as if surprised, panicked, and disdainful. Then he noticed her gaze, and at once tried to put a look of joy on his face, shrugged his shoulders at her, and spread his hands.

"These ...... These children!" he said, meeting her gaze, as if he had been stabbed a little unable to lift his head by the burning gaze of the green eyes that belonged to Lily, and his eyes flickered, and he forced a slightly timid smirk.

"Indeed, indeed as you say...... Today, it's a ...... Fits, uh...... The day of the competition!"

Then he nodded at her, muttered something like "I'm fine," and hurried down the stands.

Liu Quan stared at his back until it disappeared, and the smirk on his face that had just responded to the story slowly retracted.

The next moment, she heard a cold snort.

"Why don't you join those hot-blooded, naïve Gryffindors and celebrate your ridiculous victory?"

For some reason, listening to that resentful voice, a small, wonderful detail that she remembered at first glance when she watched the movie suddenly flashed through her mind.

In the film, when Harry holds up the Golden Snitch and Dumbledore and Professor McGonagall are laughing and clapping, the camera then shows Snape in the stands on this side. She swore an oath, and then she paused frame by frame to clearly capture the marvelous moment of Snape's face twitching, only to stretch his expression and raise the corners of his mouth slightly, forming a seemingly nonexistent arc of smiles.

She had taken a screenshot at the time!Don't try to deny it, hum, hum, even if it wasn't for the Gryffindor's victory—the Slytherin dean wasn't so noble—it must have been for Lily's son to be safe and sound under his protection!

So, Willow Spring unreservedly smiled at the smoky Snape.

"To celebrate, we have succeeded in our mission today, Severus. After quietly casting a mute spell, she replied.

Snape looked at her sternly. After a moment, he turned his head and stared at the still chaotic stadium, mixed with the shouts and laughter of the young wizards.

The Slytherin stands were empty. But almost no one in the stands of Gryffindor left the stadium. The young wizards in the golden robes are celebrating their victory—one that will last for seven years, or more, from today.

"No," he said at last, "to protect this arrogant trouble-breaker? and wait for his self-righteous so-called 'friends'—who are in fact a bunch of trouble-making little trolls—to burn my robes? ”

Then he strode down the stairs of the stands, his black robe rolling and full of rage, sweeping every step he had taken, as if he wanted to give Gryffindor a full two hundred points.

Liu Quan stood behind him, and for some reason, he pursed his lips and smiled slightly.