My Hogwarts has a serious problem.

Harry ran upstairs, gave the fat lady the command, and then climbed into the Gryffindor common room.

Ron and Hermione watched as he rushed in, looking flustered.

"Did you get the book?"

"What happened?"

They each asked their own questions.

Harry, panting, told them in a low voice everything he had just seen.

"I just saw Belloc bandaging Snape's leg in his office; the wound was clearly from an animal bite!"

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

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

Harry was excited because Ron had the same idea as him, and he continued to list the evidence.

"On Halloween Eve, he tried to walk past that three-headed dog! When we saw him, he was on his way there, looking for the thing the dog was guarding! I bet my flying broomstick that he let that monster in to distract people!"

Hermione stared wide-eyed in disbelief.

"No way! He's Lynn's headmaster, Lynn trusts him a lot and often goes to help him. Professor Snape might have some flaws, but he's definitely not a bad person!"

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

Even Harry disagreed with her.

"I know you trust Lynn Hermione, and I believe him too, but he's only a year older than us. Maybe he's been fooled by Snape's facade?"

Hermione insisted.

"Impossible! Lynn has never made a mistake. He's different from you and me!"

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

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

"We can ask Hagrid. Didn't Harry say before that Hagrid took that thing from Gringotts? He must know something," Hermione suggested.

Harry and Ron were very supportive of her idea.

"We'll go after the Quidditch match."

The Quidditch match was the next day.

Although Lynn wasn't particularly interested in Quidditch, it was still a large-scale event for the whole school, especially since the first match was between Slytherin and Gryffindor. In addition, Cedric was very enthusiastic about the sport, so Lynn was dragged to the stands at the stadium early in the morning.

"I can't believe it! The secret weapon Wood's been talking about is actually Porter!" Cedric exclaimed, holding up a pair of binoculars and watching the player take off.

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

The commentator for the match was Lee Jordan, a friend of the Weasley brothers and also a junior wizard from Gryffindor. Naturally, he would favor his own house when commentating.

Moreover, to be honest, even Lynn himself thought the Slytherin team played really dirty.

As the game progressed, the atmosphere in the stadium became increasingly enthusiastic.

Seeing some of Slytherin's dirty tricks, even a kind-hearted person like Cedric got so angry that he stood up and cursed the little snakes for their lack of martial ethics.

Just as the atmosphere in the stadium reached its peak, Harry Potter, riding his flying broomstick, suddenly seemed to go out of control.

A gasp rippled through the audience.

Because Harry almost fell off the broom!

Then the flying broomstick began to tremble. It no longer shook violently as it had at the beginning, as if two spells were being cast on it at the same time, one casting a confusion spell on it and the other stopping its shaking.

Upon seeing this, Lynn immediately turned around to look behind him.

Sure enough, in the last row, Quirrell, who had been keeping his head down, was muttering to himself, while Snape, who was not far from him, was also chanting spells.

At the same time, he saw Hermione leave her seat and walk quickly toward Snape's position.

She accidentally tripped Quirrell halfway there, then quietly walked over to Snape.

The little girl saw Snape chanting a spell and mistakenly thought he was trying to frame Harry. Just as she was about to secretly use a spell to set his robes on fire, someone suddenly pulled her back.

"Lynn!" Hermione exclaimed with delight upon seeing the newcomer.

"It's Professor Snape! He's using a curse to control Harry's broomsticks, we have to stop him right away..."

Lynn put his index finger to his lips, gesturing for her to be quiet.

He pointed to the sky where Harry Potter's flying broomsticks had returned to normal, and the Quidditch match was continuing.

"Look closely, Hermione. This wasn't done by Professor Snape. He was actually helping Harry."

Hermione glanced back at Snape and saw that he had stopped chanting the spell and secretly breathed a sigh of relief.

"Who is the killer?"

Hermione became bewildered.

Lynn felt he couldn't just take that bottle of Felix Felicis for nothing; he had to help reduce any misunderstandings.

Did you bump into anyone as you walked over?

"You mean...Professor Quirrell!" Hermione exclaimed incredulously. "Why would Professor Quirrell want to harm Harry?"

Lynn countered with a question.

"Why did Professor Snape want to harm Harry?"

"because……"

Hermione was speechless; she couldn't explain it either.

However, judging from their usual behavior, only Professor Snape consistently showed malice towards Harry, so it's more reasonable to assume he was the murderer.

Lynn smiled as he looked at Hermione.

Have you heard about what happened to Professor Fox last semester?

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

Lynn remarked with emotion.

"Of course they didn't want to mention Professor Fox, because back then they were just like you are now with Professor Snape—judging things without knowing anything, only to be slapped in the face by the truth in the end."

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

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"After the game, you can ask Hagrid and hear about Professor Fox's story. It might give you some inspiration."

Gryffindor won the Quidditch match.

Instead of returning to the common room, Harry and his two friends followed Hagrid directly to his hut.

“It was Snape,” Ron said, announcing their discovery. “Hermione and I saw him chanting a spell on your flying broom, muttering to himself, his eyes glued to you.”

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

"Hagrid, do you know Professor Fox?"