Sherlock Holmes at Hogwarts.

Chapter 83 Snape has a lot to consider
Harry naturally had no objection to Sherlock's statement.

It was his duty to win the game.

"But...Wood said that Snape...Professor Snape would find every excuse to deduct points from the Gryffindor team."

"Well said."

Sherlock also agreed with Wood's opinion and immediately offered a solution:

"As long as you catch the Golden Snitch before the gap between the two sides widens to 150 points, it will be fine."

Seeing Harry nodding repeatedly, Ron couldn't help it.

"Wait, do you know what you're talking about?"

It is obviously very disadvantageous for Snape to be the referee of Quidditch, but why is it that for Sherlock and Harry, it seems like they have taken a reassurance pill?
Just outrageous!
Hermione also spoke up, "Ron is right. Even if Professor Snape won't hurt Harry, he certainly doesn't want Gryffindor to win."

Sherlock chuckled:
"That's how Quidditch works. Harry, the Seeker, just needs to focus on the game and catch the Golden Snitch. But Snape, as the referee, has a lot to consider."

(｀д′)
This time not only Ron, but Hermione couldn't hold it anymore.

Even after Sherlock's repeated emphasis during this period, she had already believed that Snape would not hurt Harry and would protect Harry.

But Sherlock's words were really hard for her to understand.

Isn't this really ironic?
In fact, Sherlock really thought so.

After all, after Snape became the referee, in addition to ensuring Harry's personal safety, he also had to find ways to deduct points from Gryffindor.

This is indeed a challenge for him.

The match began shortly after Professor Severus Snape was confirmed as the referee for the second match of the Quidditch House Cup.

Gryffindor vs Hufflepuff.

Compared to the first game, the little lions had mixed feelings, the little snakes were gloating, and the little eagles were watching enthusiastically.

On the contrary, the little badgers who were the contestants looked heartless and as if it had nothing to do with me.

This time, Sherlock didn't go to the locker room to find Harry before the game.

But Wood pulled Harry aside and gave him some advice:
"Potter, I don't mean to put pressure on you - but we need to catch the Snitch today more than ever."

Wood's brows were almost twisted into knots. "We must make a quick decision! We must not give Snape the time to overly favor Hufflepuff."

Harry nodded.

This is the only point on which everyone agrees.

Even Sherlock, who had always believed that Snape would protect him, said so.

Due to Harry's outstanding performance in the previous game, there were even more spectators this time, with almost all the teachers and students in the school coming.

"It's a pity Professor Dumbledore didn't come."

Harry looked at the noisy and bustling stands and couldn't help feeling a little disappointed.

If Dumbledore were present, Quirrell would never dare to hurt him.

Although Sherlock said that Snape would protect himself, Sherlock also said that with Voldemort's help, Snape's strength would be slightly inferior to Quirrell.

Quirrell almost succeeded last time.

But this time Snape specially applied to be the referee and can take action anytime and anywhere, so there shouldn't be any problem.

As the referee blew the whistle to start the game, fifteen brooms took off into the air.

Every time a Quidditch match begins, Lee Jordan uses his natural talent to give a passionate and enthusiastic commentary with his rhythmic voice.

"Ladies and gentlemen, the Gryffindor vs. Hufflepuff match has officially begun!
If Gryffindor can defeat their opponent in this game, then with two consecutive wins, they will most likely snatch the College Cup from Slytherin!
Personally, I think this match is still a competition between seekers - provided the referee can make fair calls..."

"Jordan!"

"I'm sorry, Professor."

Facing Professor McGonagall, Jordan admitted his mistake obediently.

But he still expressed his meaning.

Using the same tactics as in the last match, Harry first hid far away.

On the one hand, it is to wait for the thief to appear, and on the other hand, it is to avoid being targeted too early.

The moral qualities of the Hufflepuff team players are much stronger than those of the Slytherins.

No one commits a flagrant foul like Marcus Flint.

Obviously, none of these players are of Korean descent.

Just then, Snape looked towards Harry.

Harry gave what he thought was a friendly smile in return.

Snape immediately turned his head away and awarded Hufflepuff a penalty because George had hit a Bludger at him.

Harry: (-'`-;)
I always feel that this free throw has something to do with me.

His guess was soon confirmed.

Just a minute later, Snape awarded Hufflepuff another penalty.

This time the reason is even more outrageous.

Gryffindor Chaser Angelina Johnson's flight path was in a straight line, which was considered a deliberate collision with the referee.

"So—after that obviously biased decision just now…"

"Jordan!"

Professor McGonagall growled.

"I mean, after that controversial call just now..."

"Jordan, I'm warning you—"

"Okay, okay, after the free throw just now, Hufflepuff's lead has expanded to twenty points. However... I believe that this kind of thing will happen to everyone.

Gryffindor still has the ball. I guess they can only hope that their Seeker, Harry Potter, can find the Golden Snitch as soon as possible, otherwise they will be in trouble."

To be honest, with Snape doing this, Lee Jordan found it difficult to remain impartial.

The Gryffindor students booed loudly.

This is such an obvious foul!

However, there was nothing they could do. Quidditch was like that, many penalties were somewhere between a penalty and no penalty.

Snape simply awarded free throws to Hufflepuff that were optional.

Gryffindor is just the opposite. All the balls that are not penaltyable are not penalized.

As the game went back and forth, the score between the two sides gradually widened.

It gradually began to rain.

It was a light rain at first, but as time went on, the rain got heavier.

The rain gradually began to have an impact on the players of both teams flying over the field.

But Snape did not stop the game.

A little rain, nothing to worry about.

Oliver Wood was shouting encouragement to his teammates:

"It's just a little rain, everyone. The weather during our practice was much worse than this!"

"Yes, yes, even if a forbidden spell falls from the sky, you will not stop practicing!"

George Weasley rushed to the door and hurled a Bludger at the opposing Seeker, muttering something in passing.

The competition was in full swing and the stands were equally lively.

Before the game officially started, Sherlock said he had something to do and left the audience under the puzzled gazes of Hermione and Ron.

Malfoy, who was originally far away, was overjoyed when he saw this situation, and came over with Crabbe and Goyle.

When the game officially started, Malfoy began to mock Harry, and Ron led Neville, Dean, Seamus and others to retort.

Hermione did not participate in the verbal battle between the two sides. She clasped her hands together on her knees and kept muttering to herself.

"Harry, hurry up!"

Although Quirrell hadn't behaved abnormally so far, Hermione was worried that this guy might do the opposite.

As Snape's judgments became more and more outrageous, the tension between the Gryffindor and Slytherin students in the stands grew stronger.

After Malfoy mocked Gryffindor again, Ron couldn't help but yell:

"Damn it, you bastard, you're so arrogant just because Sherlock's not around!"

After hearing what Ron said, Malfoy's face suddenly looked a little embarrassed.

"Would I be afraid of him? You must be kidding! He's just a... Muggle-born guy who relied on his cleverness to get the attention of the professors!"

Ron didn't dare to take his eyes off the field, but he kept saying:

"If Sherlock were still here, Malfoy, you wouldn't dare to fart!"

"Weasley, is all you can do to scare me with other people's names?

If brains were gold, you'd be a pauper!"

Ron's ears suddenly turned red. "Malfoy, I hope your bones are as hard as your mouth!"

"Ron, don't let him piss you off...oh my god, look at Harry!"

Hermione, who was trying to persuade Ron, suddenly screamed.

On the field, Harry, who was isolated from the crowd, suddenly changed direction and made a rapid dive.

At this point, the Hufflepuff Seeker hadn't realized what was happening.

"You're lucky, Weasley, Scarhead apparently saw the money on the ground!"

Malfoy scoffed again.

This time, Ron finally couldn't help it.

but.

Before he could even exert any strength, Malfoy had already fallen.

Seeing a familiar figure appear in the stands, Hermione and Ron cheered together:
"Sherlock!"

"You're lucky too, Master Chrome."

Sherlock retracted his fist and turned to Crabbe and Goyle, "Why don't you go pick it up too?"

Facing Sherlock, Crabbe and Goyle's fate was not much better than when they were on the Hogwarts express at the beginning of the school year.

After just one encounter, they followed Malfoy's footsteps and fell to the side.

At the same time, Harry, high in the air, whizzed past Snape on his Nimbus 2000.

The airflow brought by the strong wind blew up a corner of Snape's black robe.

This made the latter frown deeply.

But before he could find an excuse to call a free throw, Harry had stopped just inches away from him.

The next moment, Harry raised his right hand high, just like in the previous game.

The Golden Snitch is at your fingertips.

This game is declared over.

The entire stadium was suddenly filled with cheers.

This is a new record, the fastest Golden Snitch caught in the history of the House Cup.

"We win, we win! Gryffindor wins!"

Hermione in the stands screamed and jumped on her chair, hugging Sherlock tightly.

At this time, Harry also jumped off his Nimbus 2000 at a height of one foot above the ground.

Snape then landed next to Harry, his lips pursed tightly and his face sullen.

Obviously, this result did not make him happy at all.

Looking at his sour face and thinking about the penalties he had just made in the Quidditch match, Harry originally didn't want to pay attention to him.

But thinking of the flower language Sherlock had explained to him, and that special Christmas gift, Harry said to him sincerely:
"Thank you, Professor."

　It’s the seventh day of the Lunar New Year, the last day of holiday. Everyone should have gotten back to work and prepared for the first working day, right?

　　
　
(End of this chapter)