As the game approached, Charon didn't care, and the mood of the other players became more and more nervous. However, with such an eccentric referee, can they succeed?

At the time of the official match, Charon, Ron, and Hermione wished Harry good luck outside the locker room, and he put on his Quidditch suit with a nervous look on his face, as if he had been on the execution ground. Charon patted him on the shoulder, "Please, don't scare yourself, even if something happens, I will protect you!" ”

Charon, Ron, and Hermione found a place in the stands, right next to Neville. Neville didn't understand why they seemed so heavy and worried, or why they had all brought their wands to the ring.

In the locker room, Wood pulled Harry aside.

"Not trying to put pressure on you, Potter, but we need to catch the Snitch today more than ever. We need to get to the point quickly and don't give Snape time to favour Hufflepuff too much. ”

"The whole school is out!" Fred Weasley peeked out the door and said, "Even - oh my god - Dumbledore has come to see the game!"

Harry was so relieved that he almost burst out laughing. He's not in danger anymore. If Dumbledore had been there to watch the game, Snape would never have dared to hurt him.

The game got underway, and Harry was the focus of the Hufflepuff team from the start of the game, often being flanked by more than three opponents. The situation on the field was extremely intense.

Snape had just awarded Gryffindor a free throw when George aimed a Bludger at him. A few minutes later, Snape awarded Gryffindor another penalty for no reason. These two inexplicable decisions were demoralizing for the Gryffindor team.

Wood looked up at Harry, who was hovering and searching in the air, his only hope was left.

At this moment, Harry suddenly made a beautiful dive, causing the audience to exclaim and cheer. Harry shot like a bullet to the ground. He rushed straight at Snape.

In the air, Harry saw a golden object "whizz" past his ear, just inches away from him - and then Harry stopped diving. He raised his arm triumphantly, and the snitch was clutched tightly in his hand.

There was a boil in the stands: it would be a new record, and no one can remember in which match the snitch was caught so quickly.

"Ron, Ron! It's over! Harry wins! We won! Team Gryffindor won!" Hermione screamed, jumping in her chair.

Harry jumped from his broomstick a foot above the ground. He couldn't believe it. He succeeded - the game was over; It lasted less than five minutes.

The Gryffindor students ran over and put Harry on their shoulders; Charon watched with a smile as Ron and Hermione jumped up and down in the distance, cheering. "That's good!"

After the celebration, Charon and Harry went to the broomstick shed to pack their things, when Harry suddenly caught a glimpse of Snape, who seemed to be a little sneaky. Harry wanted to go along, but Charon wasn't interested, he had to hurry to dinner. However, Harry's repeated insistence had no choice but to follow Harry and secretly follow Snape.

Finally they caught up with Snape in the meadow outside the Forbidden Forest, and the two of them hid behind a thick oak.

In a shadowy clearing, Snape stood, but he wasn't alone. Quirrell was there too. The two listened intently to what they were saying.

“…… No—I don't know why you—to—choose to meet here, Severus......"

"Oh, I don't think it's appropriate to make it public," Snape said, his voice cold, "after all, students aren't supposed to know about the Philosopher's Stone. ”

Quirrell was muttering something. Snape interrupted him. "Have you figured out how to subdue Hagrid's monster?"

"But—but—but, Severus, I-"

"You don't want me to be your enemy, Quirrell." Snape said, taking a step closer to him. "Me? I don't know—I know you—"

"You know exactly what I mean - your secret little trick. I waited. ”

"But? But I don't- no-no-"

"Good." Snape interrupted him, "It won't be long before you've had time to figure it out and decide who you're loyal to, we'll talk again." ”

He covered his head with his cloak and strode out of the clearing. It was almost completely dark, and Quirrell stood motionless, like a clay wood sculpture.

Charon pulled Harry out quietly, more cautiously than when he came. Because he knows that Professor Quirrell is more dangerous! The two return to the Gryffindor common room, where they meet Hermione and Ron. As soon as the two met, they asked loudly, "Where did you two go?" As soon as the game is over, it will disappear without a trace! We've been looking for a long time, and we're in a hurry! ”

"Leave that alone," said Haho, panting, "let's find an empty room, and you hear me tell you......"

Harry told them what he had just seen and heard.

"So, we're right, it's the Philosopher's Stone, and Snape wants to force Quirrell to help him get it. He asked Quirrell if he knew how to subdue Lowe - and mentioned Quirrell's 'secret tricks' - I guess there were some other mechanisms guarding the stone besides Lowe and probably a lot of magic and sorcery, maybe Quirrell had cast some anti-dark magic spell that Snape needed to undo it-"

Hermione and Ron were terrified.

"No," Charon said differently, recalling the conversation he had overheard all the way, "Harry, I think you're preconceived!" Let's assume that it seems more reasonable if it was Professor Quirrell who wanted to steal the Philosopher's Stone. Snape noticed Quirrell's misdeeds and suspected that he had been instructed to steal the Philosopher's Stone, so he made an appointment to warn him. According to this assumption, the conversation just now makes perfect sense. ”

"But if you're doing it, why didn't Snape just expose Professor Quirrell's doing?" Hermione retorted.

"Well," Charon couldn't answer, "maybe he doesn't have any definite evidence." ”

"But the same question can be applied to Professor Quirrell, if he is innocent, why not expose Snape to Dumbledore?" Charon found another reason to refute it.

"Well," Hermione was speechless now, "maybe Snape intimidated him, he was afraid—"

Despite everyone's uneasiness, time slipped away day by day in the hustle and bustle. Despite everyone's best efforts to observe and monitor Professors Snape and Quirrell, the days at the school were as full and peaceful as ever. Even Harry's nightmare barely happened again. Charon's life was particularly fulfilling, as his father bought him materials for Christmas, and spent his free time making skeleton knights.

Hermione had already focused on her final exams, and even though Charon thought it was still early, Hermione had already begun to make a revision plan and color all her notes. The others didn't care, but she kept nagging them to do the same.

"Hermione, exams are hundreds of years away." Ron muttered.

"Ten weeks," Hermione retorted, "not hundreds of years, but for Nicol Lemay, it's just the blink of an eye. ”

"But we're not six hundred years old," Charon reminded her, "and, anyway, why do you have to review, you already know everything." ”

"Why should I review? Are you crazy? Did you know that we have to pass these exams to move on to Year 2? They are very important, I should have started studying them a month ago, I don't know what happened to me......"

Unfortunately, the teachers seem to think the same way as Hermione. They set a whole bunch of homework assignments, and the Easter holidays were nowhere near as much fun as they were at Christmas.

With Hermione reciting the twelve uses of dragon's blood next to her, or practicing the movements of a wand, it's hard to rest easily. The three of them had to spend most of their free time in the library with her, sighing, yawning, and desperately completing their heavy homework.

"I really want to go out and have fun." One afternoon, Charon was staring out the library window with a quill in his hand and a workbook in front of him.

For the first time in months, they had such good weather. The sky was clear and blue, the color of forget-me-nots, and there was a sense of summer in the air.

At this moment, he was somewhat surprised to see a tall figure enter the library, it was Hagrid. Hagrid walked over with a kick and tapped behind him. He wears a moleskin coat and looks very out of place.

"Hey, Hagrid," Charon hurriedly waved in greeting, "what a rare occasion to meet you in the library?" ”

"Just look at it," Hagrid said, his voice dodgy, and at once intrigued.

"What are you doing here?" He suddenly became suspicious. "Still looking for Nicol Lemay, aren't you?"

"Oh, we figured out who he was hundreds of years ago," Ron said triumphantly, "and we know what that dog was guarding for, the Philosopher's Stone—"

"Shh——!h Hagrid quickly looked around to see if anyone heard, "Don't shout, what the hell are you trying to do?"

"Honestly, we've got a couple of things to ask you," Harry said, "about the trap that guards the Philosopher's Stone, other than Lowe—"

"Shhh They'll think I'm telling you—"

"See you later, then." Harry said. Hagrid tapped and tapped away.

"What is he doing here?" Charon said thoughtfully.

"I'm going to see what book he just had on me." Ron said he had grown impatient with reading. A minute later, he returned, with a large pile of books in his arms, and threw them heavily on the table.