In November, the weather was almost instantaneous, and it seemed to be below zero every day, but fortunately there were hot stoves burning everywhere in Hogwarts, and even the slightly cooler corridors were not so unbearable.

"Quidditch?" said in the warm Slytherin common room, Sally reading The Most Basic Guide to a Thousand Transfigurations over the fire, while Malfoy, Goyle, and Crabbe talked at the round table behind her.

"yes, tomorrow, don't you know?" Goyle replied, looking at Sally incredulously.

"I really don't know. Sally put down her book and sat down at the round table, Malfoy handed her a steaming cup of cocoa, she took a sip, and said, "On a cold day like this, flying outside can be torture." ”

"You don't understand that. "Everybody is going to be sweating so much, whether it's the players or the spectators in the stands, no one cares about the cold weather." ”

"I would, if it weren't for Harry's attendance. Sally said, she was so afraid of the cold that she wouldn't even want to go out of the lounge if she could.

"Hmph. Malfoy snorted coldly, his face a little disdainful but didn't say anything. Sally knew about the conflict between him and Harry and didn't bother to explain anything. "Will it be going on for a long time?"

"Not necessarily, sometimes it takes less than an hour to finish, sometimes it takes three days and three nights, then we can go without classes for three days. Crabbe said happily that as the course progressed, it became more and more difficult for him and Goyle to deal with.

"I wish it would be over in an hour. Sally said, without saying anything more, quietly listening to them talk about all kinds of things about Quidditch, and when the cocoa in her hand was finished, she went back to the fireside and read the "Guide to the Most Basic Thousand Transformations", which was her goal to master at least half of it by the end of the semester.

The next day, sure enough, the weather was extremely cold, but fortunately, there was no wind, after breakfast, she and Malfoy and his party came to the stands early, she thought they were already early, but she didn't expect that most of the space in the stands had been occupied, Malfoy took her around left and right, and arrived at the best position in front of the stands.

"Ask someone to take it a day in advance. Malfoy said.

"Why did you come so early when you have a place? Sally asked, puzzled, half an hour before she left.

"You'll find out in a moment. Malfoy said. After only ten minutes, the students were basically there, and after another five minutes, there were professors arriving one after another.

"Everyone's enthusiasm is really high... Looking at the rare crowd of Hogwarts students, Sally sighed. Her eyes were unconsciously locked on Professor Quirrell sitting in the Hufflepuff crowd, the Quidditch playing field was round, so opposite Slytherin was Gryffindor, Hufflepuff was in between, she watched Professor Quirrell smile and chat with the students, obviously, although he was not very good in class, the legendary stories he told were still very popular with his classmates.

Sally was more wary of him, since the Halloween incident, she had subconsciously distanced herself from Professor Quirrell, and every time she took the Defense Against the Dark Arts she sat the farthest away from him, although Professor Quirrell had to apologize directly or tactfully to her for letting her be hurt by Papari in every class, but Sally just couldn't regain her affection for him.

The race began, and Sally saw Harry at the back of the Gryffindor team, he was small and extremely nervous, but all this decreased a lot after he got on the broomstick, and Sally found that he really liked flying.

As the game began, Sally gradually felt a little bored, she didn't seem to have any interest in this kind of competition-type thing, her eyes wandered around, and then fell on Professor Quirrell, this look, he could no longer take his eyes off, he found that Professor Quirrell looked extremely nervous, this nervousness was not for the game, because his eyes had been following Harry.

"Lend me your binoculars. Sally said to Malfoy, who reluctantly handed the binoculars to Sally, who had just found Professor Quirrell when she heard screams coming from all around. There was a lot of applause around her.

Harry's broomstick was about to shake him off, and Professor Quirrell was muttering words to him. That was enough for Sally to throw the telescope to Malfoy, who couldn't wait to use it to see Harry's embarrassment, not noticing that Sally had left Slytherin.

In order not to attract attention, she put the green Slytherin shawl in its place, wearing only the sweater that was not very thick underneath, and she struggled through the Hufflepuff line, and in a hurry, passed Hermione.

She listened to the screams on the field, and kept speeding up her steps, until she finally came to Professor Quirrell's side, and she stood behind him, pulled out her wand, and quietly aimed it at his turban, casting a Transfiguration Charm.

But the hijab was not affected in any way, she couldn't help but differentiate, so she cast a spell that she was most familiar with, which was absolutely successful, but at this moment, she suddenly felt as if she had fallen into ice water, and a chill pierced her bones like a piercing needle, and she couldn't help but let out a cry of pain, which attracted the attention of the Hufflepuff classmates next to her, and a girl came to ask her, she just held herself tightly, her eyes fixed on Professor Quirrell's turban.

"Broken apart!" she shouted at Professor Quirrell with a sudden wave of her wand, and Sally finally lost consciousness as a yellow light struck Professor Quirrell causing him to fall off his chair.

School Hospital

"I don't know, the kid looks perfectly fine. Maybe it's a little cold, and anyone will catch a cold if they only wear a sweater on such a cold day. Sally heard Madam Pomfrey's voice, and she tried to open her eyes, only to find that she couldn't control her body.

"She has been in a coma like this for half a month. "This is Professor McGonagall's voice, has she been unconscious for so long?" ”

"I'll do my best. Madam Pomfrey's voice was tired. "But with all due respect, I'm afraid she's not doing this because she's sick, maybe it's some kind of magic, or something deeper, after all, she's Sally Potter, that... ”

"I think we all know who she is. Snape interrupted her coldly.

Then came the sound of Madam Pomfrey pushing the cart away, and Sally tried to move her body, only to find that she couldn't move even a finger.

"Poor child. Professor McGonagall said in a tone she had never heard before. "She's said to have attacked Professor Quirrell before she fell unconscious, so maybe you have a clue. ”

"I've told Dumbledore everything I know. Snape said, and then he heard footsteps, and then Professor McGonagall whispered something and left.

Sally found it to be a really uncomfortable feeling, she could hear, even feel what was happening around her, but she couldn't respond, she wanted to tell the professors that there was something wrong with Professor Quirrell's turban, but she couldn't.

A few more days passed, and people kept coming to see her, but they soon left. She lived on Madam Pomfrey's daily nutritional potions, calculating the time from the number of injections she had taken. Finally, on the evening of the sixth day since she regained consciousness, she heard a voice that filled her with hope.

"Sally, good boy, can you hear me?" Dumbledore's voice rang in her ears. "If you can hear it, then try to move your fingers. As soon as she finished speaking, she felt a sense of relief, and in an instant she regained control of her body, and she moved her index finger vigorously.

"It's moving. It was Snape's voice. "It seems that our conjecture is correct. ”

"It's not too early to tell. Dumbledore said, "But I think we can try." ”

"Don't you think we shouldn't do anything about Professor Quirrell?" said Snape, anger in his voice. "Just let him stay at Hogwarts like this?"

"Be sensible, Snape. We can't get rid of a teacher for no reason, especially if the teacher has been a poor victim. And we don't find ... ”

"I'm sure!" Snape's voice agitated for a moment, then he tried to suppress his emotions. "I'm sure. ”

"We're all sure, Professor. Dumbledore said, "But there's nothing we can do. We checked his headscarf and it was fine. ”

"Good, good. Snape said. "If you can't do it, then I'll figure it out. ”

The door slammed shut, and the room fell silent again. When Sally was desperate to think that such days were going to continue, she suddenly had a strange feeling. Her consciousness, or rather her soul, was slowly detaching from her body, and soon she was in mid-air, watching her lie on the bed.

What's going on? She's become a ghost? A Peeves-like being? She looks around helplessly, she tries to touch her cheek, and finds her hand slipping through with ease.

It's over, it's over. She wandered around the house until she heard someone approaching, and she subconsciously floated out of the window.

She didn't know if there was something wrong with her soul being far away from her body, and she was wondering who could help her. The answer was obvious, she had to carefully avoid not only the patrolling Filch, but also all kinds of ghosts floating around, and finally she arrived in the office of the Potions professor.

She didn't have to knock, and of course she couldn't, and when she walked through it, she was desperate to find that Professor Snape wasn't inside.

Sally had nowhere else to go, so she floated in mid-air and waited for him, and it was about half an hour before Snape pushed the door open and entered.

Sally swore she had absolutely no intention of scaring Snape, but it was even more scary to hide in the way she was, so she floated in the middle of the office. He stared at a stunned Snape until he spoke, breaking the silence in a hoarse voice.

"Lily. ”