My Hogwarts has a serious problem.

Chapter 356, Section 353: The Scent of Voldemort

Umaru unsurprisingly won first place in the first event of the sports meet, the first-grade girls' 100-meter sprint.

Not to mention that she had studied magic for a year longer than other first-year students, and had already passed the first-year final exams at Hogwarts the previous year, and had achieved excellent grades in all subjects except Potions.

Her competitors' physical abilities are no match for hers. Umaru runs around the castle every day, eating more than most people. It would be unreasonable for her to be unhealthy.

When she crossed the finish line, all the young Slytherin wizards in the stands erupted in a thunderous cheer.

This first championship in the Games was an extremely encouraging moment for the entire Slytherin community!

When Umaru crossed the finish line first, she excitedly put her arm around Tom's shoulder.

"How was that, Tom, Betty? I won!"

Tom was being rocked and swayed from side to side by her, and he was almost dizzy from all the shaking.

"Alright, alright, I know you're very strong, so you don't need to shake me anymore. I won't pose a threat to you in the shot put later."

"Hahaha! I'll win every match from now on! And help Slytherin take first place!"

"You're being a bit presumptuous. Even if you get first place in everything, it only adds 9 points to Slytherin's score. Compared to the entire sports meet, that's just a drop in the ocean. Ultimately, which house wins the best house award depends on the efforts of all the young wizards in that house."

As Umaru and Tom walked toward the shot put competition area, she said with distress.

"If I could participate in every competition, I would be number one in every Slytherin freshman year."

"Dream on!"

Currently, three events are being held simultaneously: the men's 800-meter race, the women's shot put, and the men's long jump. All the spectators in the stands are drawn to the 800-meter race, as the shot put is not very exciting and therefore receives little attention.

"Be careful not to strain your back when you throw. Recently, someone has been straining their back while practicing shot put every few days, and Mrs. Pomfrey was furious about it." After giving these instructions to the first-year wizards, the shot put referee began the official competition.

For first-year wizards, the Levitation Charm is the only means they can use, and also the most practical magic.

Whether in field events or competitive events, reducing weight is beneficial for all events.

But once everyone used the Levitation Charm in the same way, the final test returned to the essence of the sports meet: the individual physical fitness of the young wizards.

Of course, this is currently limited to first-year wizards, who haven't learned any formal magic yet. When the older students compete, there will definitely be more variety in the tricks they use.

Tom was the first athlete to throw the shot put. She stood in front of the marked white line, listening to Umaru's cheers, and took a deep breath while holding the heavy shot put in her hand.

"Yugadimurleviosa".

She waved her wand and cast a levitation spell on the lead ball in her hand. At the same time, a strange magical power emanated from her levitation spell.

In the stands, Snape, sitting in the professor's seat, and Peter, in Ron's pocket, who was excitedly cheering for the Gryffindor wizards running the 800 meters, both felt a sudden shiver run through their bodies.

Their tattoos are burning hot, and their master is calling them once again!

Snape jumped up from his seat, and Peter, taking advantage of Ron's inattention, darted out of his pocket.

"What's going on, Severus? Where are you going?" Professor Flitwick, who was watching with a smile as the Ravenclaw athletes took the lead in the 800-meter race, noticed Snape's actions and asked curiously.

"I'm going to the bathroom." Snape left without even turning his head.

He could feel the presence that was calling him, right there on the court below!

His former master, the Dark Lord who instilled fear throughout the entire magical world, is right here!

Peter, his fur standing on end with excitement, scurried down the stands. He too felt his master's call, and he even understood why his master would summon him at this moment.

The entire school's attention is now focused on this sports meet, and no one has the mind to pay attention to anything else. This is the best time for the owner to get to know him!

Lynn, who had been secretly watching Snape from the audience, also noticed his hasty departure and even saw the gray rat quickly scurrying past his feet.

He glanced at Tom, who was throwing the shot put on the field, and smiled silently with narrowed eyes.

"Ugh! Your smile is so wicked!"

Hermione, who was about to turn around and talk to Lynn, saw his smile and couldn't help but say with a look of disgust.

Lynn flicked her forehead and snorted.

"You're the evil one! Your thoughts are evil!"

Non-participants are not allowed to enter the competition area during the sports meet, but Snape is not a participant, he is a professor, so the student council officers guarding the entrance will naturally let him in.

Almost no one at the scene noticed Snape entering the race track; the first-year 800-meter race had entered its final sprint.

The four first-year wizards were inexperienced and had exhausted their stamina by running too fast. Now they could only jog slowly, panting. The distance between the four was not large. However, the Gryffindor wizard who was originally second to last seemed to be starting to exert his strength and overtook the second place. He was only one body length away from surpassing the current first place.

The stands were filled with cheers from various colleges. The students collectively used amplification spells, and their shouts seemed to shatter the clouds in the sky.

The Slytherin junior wizards lagged behind, but Snape paid no attention to them. Dressed in a black robe, he quietly made his way to the waiting area where the second-year junior wizards were gathered, hidden in the shadows of the stands.

These young wizards were closer to the arena, standing near the finish line, nervously watching the Gryffindor and Ravenclaw wizards vie for first place. For a moment, no one noticed Snape approaching.

Snape stood behind them without disturbing them, scanning the group of young wizards with his cold eyes.

Upon learning that Voldemort had appeared in Hogwarts Castle, Snape had already guessed one possibility.

His "master" is very likely possessing a minor wizard right now!

(End of this chapter)