Snape walked along the corridor in a haggard manner, his black cloak draped over his arm.

Dealing with Lord Voldemort had drained him of all his energy. He forced himself to report to Dumbledore. Right now, he just wanted to go back to the bedroom in the cellar, not think about anything, and have a good sleep.

His hand was on the cellar door handle, but he glanced at the wall from the corner of his eye. There was half a shoe in the empty hallway. He thought of something, and his heart suddenly began to beat violently.

Snape turned around, took two steps forward, and slowly squatted down. He felt around the shoe and slowly lifted up a transparent fabric. Under the invisibility cloak, Harry Potter was curled up against the wall, sleeping soundly. There were still traces of tears on his face.

Merlin!

Snape's heart felt as if it had been hit by something. It was sour, bitter, and painful. There was also an unexpected warmth that instantly surged into his already dead heart.

Harry … Was he worried about him?

No one had ever … waited for him like this.

Snape's always expressionless face had an expression that was like crying and laughing at the same time. He resisted the urge to hug Harry tightly in his arms. His trembling hand touched Harry's cheek, and his thumb gently wiped away the tear stain.

The warm touch on Harry's face seemed to have startled him. He moved his eyelashes and was about to wake up.

Snape suddenly woke up and retracted his hand. He quickly got up and went into the room, closing the door tightly.

What right do I have …

He gasped for breath, leaned against the door, and closed his eyes in pain.

Harry opened his eyes and saw a black figure enter the cellar and close the door.

He's back!

"Siff …" Harry suddenly stood up, and the invisibility cloak slipped off his body.

He threw himself against the door and raised his hand to knock on the door, but stopped in a daze.

Even if I see him, what can I say?

The one he likes … isn't me.

Harry's lips curled into a self-deprecating smile, and his nose began to sting.

Forget it … It's good that he's back …

"Severus …" Harry placed her hand on the doorknob and opened her mouth almost soundlessly. "… Good night."

He picked up the Invisibility Cloak and wrapped it tightly around his body. He bit his lip and left step by step without looking back.

"Relax, Ron," Harry said to Ron again.

They were now standing in the preparation room of the Quidditch stadium. The first Quidditch match of the semester, Gryffindor versus Slytherin, was about to begin.

This match was related to the honor of the two academies, as well as the long-standing grudges between the students of both sides. Before the match even began, the crowd outside was already buzzing with excitement.

Ron looked like she was about to faint.

"I … I shouldn't have come …" Ron's face was pale. "What if I lose …"

"Then you are our sinner."

"No, the sinner of Gryffindor —"

"That's enough, you two!

Stop scaring him! "Angelina Jolie yelled at the twins. They laughed and stuck out their tongues.

"If we lose, we lose. It's not like we don't —" Harry saw Angelina Jolie casting a stern look at him and quickly changed his words. "We will definitely win!"

"But …" Ron didn't look like he was just afraid of losing the match. There was a trace of despair on his face. "I shouldn't have …"

Mrs. Hodge blew the whistle in the middle of the field. It was time for them to go out.

Harry had no choice but to pat Ron's shoulder again to comfort him.

"Ladies and gentlemen, students and teachers, welcome to the first Quidditch match of the semester, Gryffindor versus Slytherin!"

Lee Jordan had already begun his explanation with a microphone in hand. Professor Mcgonagall stared at him from the side.

"Now, the members of both teams are in the air!"

Harry straddled the Fire Arrow as the wind whistled in his ears.

"Good job!

Gryffindor's Angelina Jolie Johnson got the Ghost Fly first. She passed it to Katie Bell. The ball was snatched by Slytherin's Marcus Flint. Gryffindor's George Weisles … or Fred Weisles. Sorry, I can't tell the two apart. Beautiful shot!

Katie got the Ghost Fly back. She ran all the way. She flew towards Slytherin's goal. Slytherin's Adrian Poussey maliciously charged!

That son of a bitch — "

"Jordan!" Professor Mcgonagall roared.

"Okay … I'm sorry. Anyway, the Ghost Fly went back to Slytherin's Marcus. Ginny Weisles tried to intercept it. They brought the ball to Gryffindor's goal. Ron Weasley is the goalkeeper. Weisles's family has a lot of children. Their family takes up almost half of our team's quota. Ron went up. No!

Not over there — "

Gryffindor sighed in disappointment. Slytherin's audience cheered.

"Okay, Slytherin gets ten points first …" Jordan said sadly. "Don't be discouraged. We still have a chance. Okay, Gryffindor's Alia Spinnett gets the Ghost Fly again …"

However, the courage that Ron had mustered with much difficulty seemed to have been completely used up by the unfavorable start of the match. He missed another three balls, and the score of Gryffindor against Slythrin was now 0: 40.

Harry, clutching the broom tightly, circled round and round over the field.

It's okay. It's only forty points. If he caught the Snitch now, they could still win!

However, the little golden thing was nowhere to be seen. The score had turned to zero to sixty. Gryffindor's audience booed loudly. Slytherin's audience laughed loudly.

"Hey!

Potter!

It seems that I don't need to catch the Snitch. You're going to lose! "

Malfoy laughed and hovered in front of Harry. "As long as I dribble the ball, I'll definitely get points. I've never participated in such an easy game before!"

"Don't be too confident, Malfoy." Harry pretended to be very confident. "Otherwise, you'll be slapped in the face later."

But in his heart, he realized with some despair that they might really lose …

"Okay … okay …" Jordan's voice was a little weak. "Slytherin's Markus Flint has the ball. He's dribbling the ball towards Gryffindor's goal."

"Ron Weasley!"

Harry was surprised to hear Hermione's voice. He looked down in surprise and saw Hermione snatching Jordan's microphone. She was shouting excitedly in Ron's direction. Even Professor Mcgonagall could not stop her.

"Ron Weasley!

I promise you!

What you said last night … I promise you!

Even if you don't win … I promise you! "

Hermione shouted loudly as she raised her wand high into the sky. A pink heart-shaped firework sprayed out from the tip of her wand and exploded above the Quidditch stadium.

Everyone screamed and whistled with all their might.

"Ron … Come on!

I know … I know you've always been the best! "

Hermione finally roared in a hoarse voice and threw the microphone back to Lee Jordan. She covered her face and squatted down.

Harry looked at Ron and was happy to see that his face was glowing. It seemed that even if a hundred opponents stronger than Markus Flint came, they would not be able to break through his defense.

In the following period of time, it was as if Ron had God's help. He did not miss a single ball. They quickly tied the score … and then they overtook …

In the end, the score was 80 to 60. Harry was one step ahead of Malfoy and caught the Snitch. He raised his arm triumphantly and ended the game with a lead of 170 points.

"We won!

We won! "

The Gryffindor team members cheered and hugged each other. Ron rushed to Hermione and hugged her tightly. He could not help but kiss her gently on the forehead —

The cheers, screams, and jeers of the surrounding people surrounded them. Ron smiled happily, and Hermione's face was red, but she was also smiling happily.

Harry smiled as he looked at his best friends. He was happy for the two of them from the bottom of his heart.

He could not help but turn his head to look at Slytherin's audience, but he could only see Snape's back from afar.

Don't think about it anymore …