Who is Snape's Most Hated Person

After two days of continuous rain, the atmosphere in the castle became increasingly lively, with everyone looking forward to the second Quidditch Match.

"Our next opponent is Gryffindor."

During a practice match, Harris earnestly told them, "They are different from Ravenclaw; they are a very strong team with almost no weaknesses."

I also noticed that their new Seeker, Harry Potter, is a genius no less than Cedric, always able to spot the Golden Snitch very quickly."

"Dean, Ronnie ..." He looked at the two Beater in the team and said, "You two don't need to worry about Angelina, just keep an eye on Harry Potter."

"What about you and Kyle ..." one of the Beater frowned and said, "The Weasley brothers are both good players; they'll definitely use their Bludger to disrupt you."

"It's okay, we have two offensive options. Even if we get disrupted by Bludger, our score won't fall behind."

"But then we won't be able to widen the score gap quickly," someone else raised a question.

"In fact, even without interference, it would have been impossible to widen the score gap," Harris said after thinking for a moment. "Oliver Wood is different from other goalkeepers; he has the potential to become a professional player and is very strong. The tactics we used against Ravenclaw definitely didn't fool him."

"I'm certain that the key to victory or defeat will ultimately lie with the Golden Snitch."

Harris looked at his own Beater again and said, "So you guys have to help Cedric as much as possible. In case... I mean, in case Harry Potter spots the Golden Snitch early, you have to find a way to stop him. If necessary, you can use Bludger to change the Golden Snitch's direction."

"Don't worry, Captain..." Cedric said earnestly, "I will definitely catch the Golden Snitch first."

"I completely believe that," Harris patted him on the shoulder and said with a smile, "That's why I had them both surround you."

Just then, a commotion suddenly came from the direction of the passage. The group turned around and saw that Oliver Wood had brought the Gryffindor Quidditch Team over.

"Oliver, it's our training time, what are you doing here?" Harris said with displeasure.

Although he and Oliver Wood had a fairly good relationship before, they wouldn't give each other a friendly look now.

"It wasn't a minute ago, Harris."

Oliver Wood walked up to him and said, "I specifically checked the time and came over after your training was over."

"Etc..."

Harris paused, looked up at the darkening sky, and asked uncertainly, "It's so late, you guys aren't going to have training afterwards, are you?"

"That's none of your concern," Oliver Wood said.

Harris frowned.

Although he didn't quite agree with Oliver Wood's approach of seizing every opportunity to train, he didn't say much since Gryffindor players objected.

"Be careful, it might backfire, Oliver Wood."

Harris whispered a reminder, then led the others away from the Quidditch Pitch.

As they left, Fred and George shrugged helplessly at Kyle, watching him leave the court with envy.

As soon as Hufflepuff left, Oliver Wood wanted to start training immediately.

"We only have one hour left, let's hurry!"

"Oh~~" the others responded listlessly.

Even Harry wasn't particularly interested.

The main problem is that the training these past few days has been too frequent. He's either in class or sweeping, and even his meals are timed so he can only quickly shovel a few bites.

All he wants now is to get back to his warm, comfortable bed and get a good night's sleep.

But at Oliver Wood's urging, everyone reluctantly flew into the sky.

However, Fred and George seemed to have their own ideas. Instead of following Oliver Wood's orders, they kept diving and bombing each other, pretending to fall off their Broomstick.

"Can you guys stop messing around!" Oliver Wood said angrily. "You're definitely going to make us lose the game! Snape is the referee this time, and he'll find every excuse to deduct points from Gryffindor."

Upon hearing this, George actually fell off the Broomstick.

"Snape as referee?" He spat out the dirt in his mouth and asked, "Isn't he uninterested in Quidditch? He rarely came to watch the previous matches!"

The other players also landed next to George, complaining incessantly.

Harry, in particular, turned deathly pale, and his entire body was trembling uncontrollably.

Ron and Hermione had previously mentioned that Snape had cast a spell on his broom during the last match.

If he does it again this time, no one can stop him.

After all, Hermione can't come to the pitch.

"Harry, you look terrible," Angelina asked with concern.

"No, it's nothing..." Harry shook his head and said, "Oliver Wood, you don't need to worry about me in the next game, just try to score as many points as possible."

"No, this won't do!" Oliver Wood frowned. "The Golden Snitch has a score of 150! How many goals would that take?!"

"But Snape will definitely target me," Harry said nervously. "I'm worried..."

"You don't need to worry at all, Harry."

George had already stood up. He patted Harry on the shoulder and laughed, "We just remembered that our next opponent is Hufflepuff. What's there to be nervous about?"

Harry was a little confused. He wondered if George had broken his head and mistaken Hufflepuff for Ravenclaw.

"It's true, Snape will definitely target me," Harry said seriously. "He hates me, and even if I don't do anything wrong in Potions Class, I'll still lose a lot of points."

"Stay calm, this is normal. He's deducted points from many people before."

Fred chuckled, "By the way, what's the most points you've ever lost?"

"Fifteen points," Harry whispered.

He was a little worried that others would be angry; if he hadn't lost so many points in Potions Class, Gryffindor wouldn't be ranked last.

But to Harry's surprise, Fred not only didn't seem to care, but instead said nonchalantly, "I thought it would be more, but it's only fifteen points."

Harry was even more confused... What do you mean only fifteen points? That's already a lot!

Could it be that George injured his head, and he was also affected by it?

But... he'd never heard of twins having this ability.

Fred chuckled and continued, "Do you know how many points Kyle loses in Potions Class?"

Harry shook his head. Although he didn't understand why Fred asked that, in his opinion, an excellent student like Kyle was probably a plus.

"Fifty..." George held out a hand and said calmly, "The most he ever lost was a full fifty points!"

"And even under normal circumstances, Kyle would lose twenty points for various reasons."

"If it weren't for Kanna earning some more points, Hufflepuff would have already replaced us and become last place."

Harry was speechless with shock; he never imagined that a good student like Kyle would lose so many points.

This is as unbelievable as Hermione forgetting to do her homework.

Fred continued, "So relax, when it comes to the people Snape hates most, you're nowhere near as bad Kyle."

"With him here, we'll definitely be very safe."

Fred and George exchanged a glance and then burst into a very lewd laugh.