Snowman's Revenge

The snowman suddenly stopped dancing, and the joyful atmosphere around him vanished instantly.

Snape strode over, the one who restored the snowman to its original state. Albert also noticed that Snape's injured leg had returned to normal.

"We're watching the snowmen dance," Albert replied calmly, as if he were talking about something completely ordinary.

A snowman dancing? Yes, we are indeed enjoying watching a large snowman dance.

"Five points deducted from Gryffindor." Snape said coldly, his face grim, almost bringing his hooked nose close to Albert's. "I thought you would spend your time on more useful things."

"No, I think a balance between work and rest is important, and proper relaxation is necessary... Professor Snape." Albert paused, as if realizing something, and quickly moved a few steps to the side, away from the snowman, while simultaneously reminding him, "I think we should stay away from this snowman; it seems to be about to disintegrate..."

"Gryffindor loses another ten points, Mr. Anderson, I..."

Before Snape could finish speaking, he realized something was wrong. He turned to look at the large snowman and instinctively reached into his pocket for his wand, but it was too late.

Before everyone's eyes, the giant snowman in front of them suddenly tilted towards Snape. Albert had already moved aside first, but Snape was not quick enough to dodge and was caught off guard, knocked to the ground by the snowman.

Everyone stood frozen in place, dumbfounded, watching the scene unfold before them. No one had expected the snowman to collapse so suddenly, even knocking Snape down.

The Slytherin students who had just witnessed Albert's misfortune were so shocked by what they saw that they swallowed their words back. The contrast between before and after caused their facial muscles to twitch violently, almost to the point of cramping.

"I warned you," Albert murmured, looking at Professor Snape buried in the snow. "Why wouldn't you listen?"

Wow! The next moment, enthusiastic applause suddenly rang out in the castle courtyard.

Cough cough!

"Please come and help, everyone. Quickly dig Professor Snape out of the snow."

Albert coughed lightly and began calling for others to come and rescue Snape.

"Yes, yes, come and help quickly."

Fred seemed to understand Albert's meaning, quietly giving him a thumbs-up before stepping forward to help rescue Snape. The others also came over with smiles to help dig through the snow, deliberately slowing down and letting Snape remain buried in the snow.

"Hurry, hurry, hurry!"

Albert urged, "I hope Professor Snape is alright."

"Don't worry, Professor Snape can't be hurt. He'll crawl out of the snow on his own in a minute," Fred reassured him, suppressing a laugh. He knew Albert's nervousness was all an act. How could Snape be crushed by a snowman? It was probably Albert's doing, you bastard, deducting points from our score for no reason.

"Don't talk nonsense. This snowman is quite heavy. Who knows what would happen if someone got hit by it? Quickly dig him out and take him to the School Hospital," Albert urged. He didn't know how long Snape could survive buried in the snow. If Snape died inexplicably like this, would the story continue?

Snape was indeed knocked unconscious by the snowman. He had originally planned to draw his wand and cast a spell to protect himself, but that was actually a mistake. If he had just cast a simple wandless spell, he might not have ended up in such a terrible situation.

This is the downside of being a wizard; without magical protection, their bodies are far too fragile.

Five minutes later, Snape was dug out. His lips were pale and he had fallen into a coma. Albert cast a few Rennervate spells on him, then conjured a stretcher and called on a few people nearby to carry Snape to the School Hospital.

After Snape was carried away, everyone stood there dumbfounded, still not understanding what had happened.

How did the snowman suddenly collapse and hit Professor Snape? It must be the snowman's revenge! That must be it.

The next moment, cheers echoed through the courtyard.

"Marvelous!"

Harry's face lit up with a gleeful smile, and he joined the others in cheering, "Snape has finally gotten his comeuppance!"

"Why not keep Snape buried in the snow?" Ron said with a hint of regret. "It would be better if Snape were buried in the snow forever."

"It seems Albert just told Professor Snape that the Yeti is going to collapse and that Professor Snape should stay away from the Yeti." Hermione began to defend Albert, and in fact, it was all true. "Professor Snape was just deducting points from Gryffindor on his own, and now he's getting his comeuppance."

"I heard that too."

Someone immediately echoed this.

"Yes, yes, I heard it too!"

The others chimed in, saying that whether they heard it or not, they had heard it anyway. How could this be Albert's fault? It was clearly Snape didn't listen to advice and ended up getting knocked out by the snowman.

While others gloated, it was Albert immediately organized a rescue for Snape. Such noble character! If anyone had spoken ill of him or caused him trouble, they would have fought back. Snape should have been buried in the snow forever.

"However, Professor Snape was actually knocked unconscious by a snowman." People started talking about this.

"This is simply unprecedented."

"Can he even be considered a professor?"

"Even you wouldn't have had time to react. You could only say he missed the best opportunity, and by the time he realized it, it was too late." Truman directly pinned the blame on Snape.

Why didn't anyone take a picture just now?!

News of Snape being knocked unconscious by a snowman quickly spread throughout Hogwarts, becoming a popular topic of conversation.

At that moment, Albert and his roommates had already carried Snape into the School Hospital. Madam Pomfrey was stunned when she saw Snape's pale face. Before she could ask what had happened, Albert quickly explained the situation.

The students who helped carry Snape over immediately agreed, indicating that this was indeed the case.

"My God, what kind of situation is this?!"

Madam Pomfrey, seeing Snape's pale lips, quickly began to give him emergency treatment.

A short while later, Snape woke up, his eyes still a little dazed, and his whole body was steaming.

He turned to look at Albert, his lips trembling as he was about to speak, when he heard a series of hurried footsteps. Professor McGonagall had rushed over; clearly, someone had gone to inform on him.

Professor McGonagall looked sternly at Albert. "Tell me, what exactly happened?"