HP: By the lake of Snake Garden, flowers bloom on the other side

"Potter must win? Ha!" Draco Malfoy looked disdainful when he saw Gryffindor's unique banner.

Licolis, who was forced to watch the game, also felt the warm atmosphere on the court and the jealousy emanating from someone.

She looked up and saw the banner on the Gryffindor bedsheets, the lifelike lions, the paint flashing in different colors.

"When you come on stage, I promise, you'll look better than this." Lycoris looked at Draco Malfoy, who was sweating acid next to him.

"I don't care about this." Master Malfoy snorted and turned away.

Three, two, one.

Licoris counted three numbers silently in her mind, and then...

"What are you going to do to me?" Draco Malfoy was still interested and asked his little follower.

Who hasn’t seen a few concerts? Never been there and haven’t seen it online?

The light sign is the most important, as well as the popularity banner.

"It's very beautiful." Licoris said with certainty.

"Okay then." Draco Malfoy was satisfied and no longer stared at the banner.

The game started.

Mrs. Hooch blew the whistle.

The atmosphere of the game was great, but when Licoris looked up, she couldn't see anything.

"Why didn't you bring binoculars when you came to the game?" Draco Malfoy noticed her embarrassment. She raised her head with a blank expression.

“Gemino Curse”

After reciting the copying spell, an identical telescope appeared in his hand. "for you."

"Thank you." Licoris took it and pretended to watch the game.

In fact, she still couldn't see clearly, it was flying too fast. There was no big screen for live broadcast, so we could only see a little green and a little red that moved into the scope of the telescope from time to time.

But how can I put it, the atmosphere is here, of course I just follow the crowd.

Seeing that the Slytherin classmates next to her were fascinated, Lycoris faced the teacher's chair.

They are all there.

Professor Snape, Professor Quirrell.

"Beautiful! I almost knocked him off." A boy beside him cheered.

"Why didn't he move?" Draco Malfoy was confused. "It must be some kind of trick."

Following Malfoy's line of sight, Lycoris also looked through the binoculars.

Potter swayed wildly on his broomstick, trying to steady himself.

Licoris squeezed towards the teacher's stand. While everyone was watching the excitement, it was easy for her to squeeze in because she was so small.

"Aqua Eructo" recited the water gushing spell, and Lycoris immediately hid.

The water flow hit near the stand, and the splash wet the robes of many professors. Professor Quirrell was the biggest victim, even his turban got wet.

"Look! Is that Miss Snape?" Ron Weasley pulled Hermione and motioned for her to look quickly.

Hermione saw it and was a little confused as to why she did it.

Hermione and Ron thought that Professor Snape was causing trouble and cursed Harry, so they kept staring over there, preparing to do something.

Before she could do anything, Lycoris left.

Regardless, Harry Potter stabilizes and spits out a Golden Snitch.

Mr. Potter has suffered much less. The professor should be happy, right?

Lycoris thought to herself.

"Oh! Disgusting Potter, he eats everything!" As soon as he walked back to Draco Malfoy, he heard his familiar disgust.

"I suggest Mrs. Hooch disinfect the Golden Snitch." Licoris walked over pretending that nothing happened.

"Where did you just go? - Oh, that's not important. What's important is that Gryffindor won." Draco Malfoy frowned, "Have you seen Potter's look like that?"

Gryffindor won by one hundred and seventy points to sixty points.

Slytherin's record was disastrous.

Flint was very unhappy and yelled that Harry didn't catch the Golden Snitch, but almost swallowed it, which didn't count as a result.

Licolis found that everyone was unhappy, also because they lost.

"I saw it." Not only did I see it, but I also shortened his suffering time.

She couldn't say that. What was important right now was to appease Slytherin's greatest Seeker.

Hagrid's hut.

The trio explained to Hagrid the abnormality of Professor Snape. Although Hermione thought of what Lycoris had said, it was too pointed.

Everything pointed to Professor Snape being the one responsible.

Luwei, the name of the three-headed dog.

Nico Flamel, an important name.

Hagrid found out that everything had been said during the chat. He became angry and drove the three children back to the castle.

Sulking alone.

"Maybe... it's not Professor Snape?" Hermione said tentatively.

"Impossible! We all saw it. He looked at Harry without blinking and muttered something. He must be chanting a curse and trying to kill Harry." Ron started to refute Hermione without even thinking about it.

Harry didn't know what the two friends were talking about. All he knew was that his broomstick was indeed out of control.

"I think it should be Professor Snape," Harry thought of what happened from the first time we met until now. "He always hates me. He may not want my life, but just wants me to lose the game. In this way, Snape Lytlin could win this Quidditch match."

Hermione lay on the bed, tossing and turning.

In his mind, Lycoris was chatting with him for a while, and Professor Snape was looking at Harry and mumbling something.

People can lie.

What you see with your eyes may not be true.

What is a good guy and what is a bad guy?

Hermione thought, trying to strip away her identity as a Gryffindor student to see Professor Snape.

Assume that everything Hagrid said is true and there is no lie in every sentence. Well, Professor Snape didn't want to kill any of his students.

Then he was saving Harry, and there was someone else who wanted to harm Harry.

Who would want to harm Harry?

Curses are not something that a student can easily come into contact with, not even a student like himself.

Assuming that it was another professor who wanted to kill Harry, how could this idea be supported?

Hermione suddenly thought of Lycoris' behavior, and she cast a spell on the teacher's desk.

Does she know something?

Which professor is that?

Hermione suddenly sat up and went to the table to pick up a pen.

"In the middle is Professor Snape." Hermione muttered the memory and began to draw a seating chart. If she didn't know anyone, she would draw a circle to indicate it.

"And...Professor Quirrell." Hermione put down her pen, "If Professor Snape is not harmful, then is Professor Quirrell?"

Lycoris's spell wetted Professor Quirrell's turban. Would he rather wear the wet turban than take it off?

It occurred to Hermione that if she had wet herself, she would have used a spell to dry it. Even people like Malfoy would change their clothes when their clothes got wet, taking into account the so-called pure-blood image.

Suddenly Hermione thought of what Ron had said, that the first discoverer of trolls was Professor Quirrell.

According to the novels Hermione had read, the first person to discover was most likely the murderer.