Just as Harry was about to continue reading, Professor Snape spotted him.
"Weasley!" Professor Snape shouted angrily, his face almost wrinkling with rage, as he quickly pulled his black robe to cover his wounds.
"Professor, I was wondering if I could retrieve my book..." Harry tried to use the excuse he had thought of earlier.
Professor Snape growled, "Out! Out!"
Professor Snape looked terrifying at that moment, and Harry felt that if he left without understanding the current situation, Gryffindor's points would likely be deducted.
Harry quickly exited the room and closed the door behind him.
After doing so, he took a deep breath and looked at his friends behind him.
"How was it? Did you see everything?" Harry asked.
Irina nodded. "Yes, judging by the professor's injuries and his words, his wounds were caused by the three-headed dog and he didn't escape."
Though Irina knew the truth of the matter, the clues in her friends' hands were limited, and she couldn't directly reveal the divine perspective.
"So, I can only guide you humbly!" she thought.
"Do you know what this means?" Harry breathed in. "On Halloween night, Ron and I saw him heading toward the three-headed dog. Obviously, they were searching for the dog that was guarding something!"
Harry cursed, "I bet my broom that he let the troll in to distract people!"
Well, your broom will be crushed by the Whomping Willow in two years!
"Don't tempt fate!" Irina blinked innocently.
Harry frowned and said firmly, "What do you mean by tempting fate? Irina, tell me if there's something wrong with my analysis! I'm telling you, if Snape didn't release the troll, my Nimbus 2000 will crush the Whomping Willow!"
Not that I don't want to help you, but you really have no remedy!
Irina looked at him helplessly, as though she was seeing an old general standing on stage with flags behind him.
Hermione wanted to refute Harry. In her opinion, the Hogwarts professor wasn't a bad person, at least not entirely.
But Harry's analysis wasn't wrong, and when Harry cursed about his Nimbus 2000, it left Hermione speechless.
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The next morning, early.
It was the day of the Quidditch match, and the weather was clear and cold.
At that moment, almost five hours remained before the official start of the match, so the Quidditch pitch was still quite empty. Except for Hagrid, who was unfreezing his broom, no one was around.
However, after Hagrid finished unfreezing and left, an unexpected guest arrived before the others.
This person was Lynn. Lynn held a block of metal the size of a Rubik's Cube in his hand. After casting a Disguise Charm with his wand, Lynn quickly walked toward the teacher's seat among the spectators.
Although Lynn's relationship with Professor Snape at Hogwarts Castle could only be described as ordinary—just a typical student-teacher relationship—Professor Snape was still his Head of House. Lynn didn't want his family to be exploited, so he wasn't about to make a move just yet.
Therefore, if Quirrell acted like a monster, Quirrell would bear the consequences!
The metal block in Lynn's hand was an alchemical bomb that could be remotely activated, and he intended to attach it to the bottom of Quirrell's chair.
To avoid harming other professors or classmates, when Lynn was refining this alchemical bomb, he used a special alchemical circle to limit its explosion range.
When activated, the alchemical bomb would have an invisible magical shield covering a one-meter radius. The power of the bomb after it exploded would be contained by this magical shield, meaning that if it exploded, only Quirrell would be injured.
Well, in this world, only Quirrell would be hurt!
Lynn firmly fixed the alchemical bomb under the chair assigned to Quirrell and nodded with satisfaction.
At this point, some might wonder, given that Lynn wanted to avoid Voldemort, why was he involved in this matter?
You see, based solely on Lynn's identity, he couldn't avoid it for long. Since he would eventually face Voldemort, it was better to take the initiative and stand on the opposite side while everything was still under control.
Quirrell was the host for Voldemort. If he were injured, Voldemort wouldn't be able to cause trouble for at least a period of time.
And this period would be the best time for Lynn to develop.
Lynn's greatest hope was to refine the Forbidden Fire before the end of the school year, a magical fire that could cover a room. That way, even if Voldemort left Quirrell's body, he would have ways to deal with him.
After completing this, Lynn quickly returned to the castle, pretending he had never left.
Inside Hogwarts Castle, a group of young wizards were enjoying their breakfast and dinner.
But at that moment, Harry was too nervous to eat because of the upcoming Quidditch match.
"It's just a Quidditch match, Harry, there's nothing to worry about, it's not like the OWL exams are about to begin!" Irina said openly.
She looked very relaxed, after all, when she was taking her university entrance exams, she ate well on exam day and even had time to play three games.
In her opinion, Quidditch games and the like were just small scenes, and there was absolutely no need to be nervous!
After all, this wasn't the Quidditch World Cup; it was just a small fight between a group of kids!
Harry glared at her with resentment. "Irina, stop talking like you won't hurt your back. If you have the skill, go ahead!"
Irina shrugged. "I can do it, but do you dare let me?"
"I don't dare..." Harry lowered his head and stuffed a piece of sausage in his mouth.
Soon, it was 11 AM.
Professors and students from all over Hogwarts Castle flocked to the Quidditch pitch's stands. The seats were high and almost half-empty, but sometimes it was still hard to see the game.
In Gryffindor's section, Irina led Hermione to the highest row, where Ron, Neville, Seamus, and others were already waving banners and cheering.
They used a sheet stained by Ron's rat, Scabbers, to draw a huge banner that read "Potter Must Win." Dean, who was good at drawing, also made a large Gryffindor lion beneath it.
Irina stayed away from the sheets with some disgust. The man was decades old and still wet the bed. Though he looked like a rat, it was still gross.
Hermione didn't know this, so she cast a clever spell on the sheets, making the banner flash in different colors.
Meanwhile, Lynn also arrived in the Slytherin section. As a fellow dorm mate and upperclassman to Malfoy, the Malfoy trio had arrived early to take Lynn's seat.
"Thank you."
Lynn nodded slightly at Malfoy.
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