As April arrived, the weather in the Scottish Highlands warmed up, and the students had all begun wearing lighter robes.
Looking out from the towers of Hogwarts, the land seemed to be covered in a faint layer of pale green. But up close, it vanished; the newly sprouted grass was still sparse and inconspicuous.
At the beginning of April, the school held another Quidditch match—Ravenclaw versus Slytherin, with Snape as the referee.
Ravenclaw was not weak, but against the shameless Slytherins, they were already at a disadvantage.
After all, someone with moral principles had no chance against someone with flexible moral principles.
And with Snape as the referee, what hope was there? In an hour and a half of play, Snape penalized Ravenclaw twelve times, including six Slytherin penalty shots. How was anyone supposed to play like that?!
If there had been red cards, Snape could have sent off the entire Ravenclaw team, substitutes included, within half an hour.
Honestly, even Ted, who did not care for the sport, could not stand watching it. He silently hoped the Little Wizards would show some Muggle spirit and let Snape witness the hooligans of Great Britain Quidditch! Slytherin won yet again. Students from all three other houses were furious but dared not speak out! After the match, the stands buzzed with complaints—either cursing Slytherin for being shameless or cursing Snape for being shameless.
They were just short of shouting, "Geneva, give us our money back~"
Then, while everyone was still fuming, Malfoy showed up again with his two dimwitted lackeys, eager to make his presence known.
"Hahahaha~" His laughter arrived before he did.
Young Master Malfoy, his head as smooth as if it had been greased, leaped forward and blocked Ted and the others' path.
The weather had warmed up, and