I Have a Big Problem with My Hogwarts

Harry ran upstairs, read the password to the fat lady, and climbed into the Gryffindor lounge.

Ron and Hermione watched him run in in a panic.

"Have you got the book?"

"what happened?"

they each asked.

Harry breathed heavily and told them everything he had just seen in a low voice.

"I just saw Belloc bandage his leg in Snape's office, and that wound was obviously bitten by some animal!"

Ron's eyes lit up, and he immediately understood what Harry meant.

"You mean, he tried to get into that trapdoor and got bitten by that three-headed dog!"

Harry was excited because Ron went with him and he continued to list the evidence.

"He wanted to pass the big three-headed dog just before Halloween! He was going there when we saw him and he was looking for the thing the big dog was guarding! I bet my broomstick , he put that troll in, just to divert people's attention!"

Hermione's eyes widened in disbelief.

"No! He is Lynn's dean. Lynn trusts him very much and often goes to him to help. Professor Snape may be a little bad, but he is definitely not a bad person!"

"You always think all teachers are saints, but that's not the case," said Ron.

Even Harry didn't agree with her.

"I know you believe in Lynn Hermione, and I believe in him, but he's only a year older than us after all, maybe he's been fooled by Snape's illusion?"

Hermione insisted.

"Impossible! Lynn never misses, he's not like you and me!"

Seeing that they couldn't convince Hermione, Harry and Ron didn't insist either. They looked at each other, shrugged and spread their hands.

"Maybe, but I think we should still find out what's hidden under that trapdoor."

"We can ask Hagrid, didn't Harry say before, that thing is what Hagrid took out of Gringotts, he must know something." Hermione said with an idea.

Harry and Ron were very much in agreement with her idea.

"We'll go after the Quidditch match."

The Quidditch match is on the second day.

Although Lynn had no interest in Quidditch, it was a large-scale event for the whole school. Lynn was pulled into the stadium auditorium early in the morning.

"Really unexpected! Wood's secret weapon that he has been talking about turned out to be Potter!" Cedric exclaimed while holding a pair of binoculars, looking at the players who had already lifted off.

He is also Hufflepuff's Seeker himself, and will face Gryffindor sooner or later, so Harry Potter's appearance this time is equivalent to preparing him in advance.

The commentator of the game is Lee Jordan, a friend of the Weasley brothers, who is also a little wizard of Gryffindor, and naturally tends to favor his own academy when commenting.

And, to be honest, even Lynn thought the Slytherins were really dirty.

As the game continued, the atmosphere in the audience became more and more lively.

Seeing some of Slytherin's dirty routines, even a good man like Cedric stood up angrily and scolded a bunch of little snakes for not talking about martial arts.

Just when the atmosphere of the stadium was at its peak, the flying broom that Harry Potter was riding in the air suddenly seemed to be out of control.

There was an exclamation from the audience.

Because Harry almost fell off the broom!

Then the flying broom was shaking, it was no longer shaking as violently as it was at the beginning, as if there were two kinds of magic spells being applied to it at the same time, one was casting a confusion spell on it, and the other was stopping its shaking.

When Lynn saw this scene, he immediately turned his head and looked behind him.

Sure enough, in the last row, Quirrell, who had kept his head down, muttered words, and Snape, who was not far from him, was also chanting incantations.

At the same time, he also saw Hermione leave his seat and walk quickly towards Snape's place.

She accidentally stumbled over Quirrell halfway through, and then crept up to Snape's side.

The little girl saw Snape who was chanting a spell, and mistakenly thought that he was trying to frame Harry, and was about to secretly use a spell to light his robe, but was suddenly pulled.

"Lynn!" Hermione exclaimed in surprise as she looked at the person.

"It's Professor Snape! He's using a curse to control Harry's broom, and he must be stopped quickly..."

Lynn put her index finger in front of her mouth and made a silent gesture to her.

He pointed to Harry Potter, who had returned to normal with the flying broom in the sky and continued the Quidditch match.

"Look at Hermione, it's not Professor Snape's doing, he's actually helping Harry."

Hermione glanced back at Snape again, and saw that he had stopped chanting, and was secretly relieved.

"Who is the murderer?"

Hermione became dazed.

Lynn felt that he couldn't take the bottle of Fuling for free, so he had to help him reduce misunderstandings.

"Did you bump into anyone when you walked over?"

"You mean...Professor Quirrell!" Hermione looked disbelieving, "Why did Professor Quirrell kill Harry?"

Lynn asked her back.

"Then why did Professor Snape kill Harry?"

"because……"

Hermione was speechless, and she couldn't say why.

But judging from his usual performance, only Professor Snape has always been malicious to Harry, so it is more reasonable that the murderer is him.

Lynn smiled at Hermione.

"Have you heard about Professor Fox last term?"

Hermione shook her head, she had only heard the name from Professor Dumbledore at the school opening banquet.

Lynn sighed.

"Of course they don't want to mention Professor Fox, because at the time they were just like you are now with Professor Snape, they jumped to conclusions without knowing anything, and the final truth slapped them hard."

He looked at Harry, who had already eaten the Snitch in the sky.

"After the game, you can ask Hagrid and listen to the story of Professor Fox, which may give you some inspiration."

Gryffindor won the Quidditch match.

Harry and the three did not return to the lounge, but followed Hagrid directly to his cabin.

"Snape did it," Ron said of their findings. "Hermione and I saw it, he was chanting your broomstick, mumbling, and keeping his eyes fixed on you."

But Hermione didn't agree with him, she frowned and looked at Hagrid.

"Hagrid, do you know Professor Fox?"