Oh, Poor Professor Snape

"Slytherin had the ball. Flint took the Quaffle, dodged Spinnet, dodged Bell, got slammed in the face by a Bludger—hopefully it broke his nose. Just kidding, Professor. Slytherin scored. Oh, damn..."

The Slytherin students erupted in loud cheers.

Muya had been watching Fred and George when she suddenly heard Hannah and Susan cry out.

She looked in the direction Hannah and the others were staring and saw Harry's broom suddenly begin to shake violently. Then it zigzagged through the air before wildly carrying him out of the pitch.

"Merlin, what's wrong with Harry Potter's broom? It was fine just now."

"I thought Harry wanted to show off on his broom," Muya said softly.

"No, Mya Mu. I think Potter's broom may have been cursed," Cedric said.

Vester also turned to look at Muya. "Other than Dark Magic, no spell can interfere with a flying broom."

"Then Harry is in danger!" Muya decided to seek Quirrell from Defense Against the Dark Arts for help.

Quirrell: Hey, if you came to ask me, then you came to the right person!

As Muya ran toward the professors' seats, all the spectators had risen to their feet. She turned to look at the pitch, where Fred and George flew into the air, trying to pull Harry safely onto one of their brooms.

But whenever they got close, Harry's broom shot upward. Left with no choice, the two of them stayed slightly below him, ready to catch him at any moment.

Because the two were busy rescuing Harry, one Slytherin player scored five goals in a row.

Seeing this, Muya immediately sped up.

She finally reached Quirrell's seat. "Professor Quirrell, there seems to be something wrong with Harry's broom. Can you help?"

Muya saw that Quirrell had fallen asleep with his eyes closed, muttering incomprehensible nonsense in his sleep. She thought of a rather unpleasant method. "Water Like Spring!"

The sudden burst of water drenched Quirrell from head to toe. He blinked, and his mouth stopped moving.

At the same time, Snape's robes beside him suddenly caught fire. Muya hurriedly cast another Water Like Spring on Snape's robes.

"Mya Mu, Miss, why did you suddenly drench me?" Quirrell hurriedly cast a drying charm on himself, glaring resentfully at Muya, who was currently only showing him her back.

"I'm sorry, Professor Quirrell. I had something urgent to tell you, but you were asleep. I couldn't wake you, so I used magic." Muya turned around, bowed to Quirrell, and apologized.

Quirrell was about to say something when he noticed Snape behind Muya, his face dark as thunder. "Enough, Professor Quirrell. Leave this matter to me. I will give Miss Muya detention and teach her how to properly seek a professor's help."

Then Muya was skillfully picked up by Snape again. Without struggling in the slightest, she sat down in the seat beside him.

"Hey, Harry's broom seems to be fine now." Muya clapped happily, only for Snape to glare at her. She immediately lowered her hands.

Muya glanced at Snape's sharp jawline, hesitating over whether to speak. The next second, Snape's voice came from above her.

"If Miss Muya has something to say, say it. No one has glued your mouth shut."

Muya jumped. "Professor Snape, can you read minds too? I was actually going to say, don't you think the Slytherin players are a little violent?" She had seen the Slytherin players deliberately crash into Harry, Fred, and George several times.

After saying that, she cautiously raised her head and looked into Snape's eyes.

"Mm." After he said that, Harry's voice rang out from the pitch.

"I caught the Snitch!" he shouted, waving the ball high over his head. This declared the end of the chaotic match at last.

Muya stood and joined everyone in the stadium except the Slytherin students in cheering and applauding. She guessed the commentator had to be a Gryffindor, because he joyfully shouted that Gryffindor had won by one hundred and seventy points to sixty.

At that moment, Hermione appeared from nowhere. She took Muya's hand and looked at her. "Mya Mu, can you come with me for a moment?"

Muya was about to nod when she remembered that Snape seemed to have said he was giving her detention. She turned to look at Snape.

"Same time, my office. I hope Miss Muya does not lose track of time playing with her friends." Snape flicked the corner of his fire-scorched robes and left the pitch.

"Hermione, where are we going now?" Seeing Hermione's serious expression, Muya guessed it must be something important.

"Let's find Harry and Ron first, then go to Hagrid's hut." Muya nodded.

"Oh, Mya Mu, look at the Golden Snitch I caught." Harry happily held the Snitch in his palm for Muya to see.

"Congratulations, Harry. Are you hurt anywhere else?" Muya glanced at the Snitch, then looked over Harry's face, hands, and the rest of him.

"N-no." Harry shyly put the Snitch away.

"Let's go to Hagrid's hut now, quickly." Hermione said something to Ron, then turned to Harry.

Hagrid made each of them a cup of tea when Ron suddenly blurted out, "It was Snape!" Seeing Muya's confused expression, he explained, "Hermione and I both saw him casting a spell on Harry's broom."

"Nonsense! Why would Snape do something like that?" Hagrid said.

Muya frowned. "Ron, you should call him Professor." She looked at Harry and Hermione again. "So, you suspect Professor Snape was the culprit behind Harry's out-of-control broom?"

The three exchanged glances. Harry spoke up. "Professor Snape... tried to get past the three-headed dog before, but it bit him. We think he wants to steal whatever it's guarding."

Hagrid slammed the teapot down when he heard about the three-headed dog. "Fluffy was bought from a Greek bloke I met at a pub last year. I lent him to Dumbledore to guard..."

Hagrid stopped himself. "That's top secret. I can't tell you."

"But when I went to bathe Fluffy, I didn't see what he was guarding either," Muya suddenly said.

"Merlin's lace socks, Mya Mu, you're the real Gryffindor, aren't you? You actually dared to bathe him," Ron said, at a loss for words.

Muya spread her hands. "Fluffy is very well-behaved when he bathes. He doesn't lick people all over the place either."

"Oh, let's continue the discussion," Hermione interrupted them.

Muya silently sympathized with Snape for a minute. His robes had inexplicably caught fire on the pitch, then he had been bitten after going to check on Fluffy, and now Ron and the others suspected him of trying to harm Harry. Oh, poor Professor Snape. Professor, may December treat you kindly.

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