Oh, Unlucky Professor Snape

"Slytherin scores, Flint gets the Quaffle, dodges Spinnet, dodges Bell, gets hit hard in the face by a Bludger, hope it broke his nose, just kidding, Professor, Slytherin scores, oh, dear..."

The Slytherin students cheered enthusiastically.

Muya was watching Fred and George when she suddenly heard a gasp from Hannah and Susan.

She looked in the direction Hannah and the others were looking and saw Harry's broom suddenly shaking violently. Then it weaved left and right in the air, and finally, it wildly carried him out of the field.

"Merlin's beard, what's wrong with Harry Potter's broom? It was fine just a moment ago."

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

"No, Muya, I think Potter's broom might have been enchanted," Cedric said.

Vester also turned to look at Muya. "Besides Dark Arts, no other magic can interfere with a flying broom."

"Then Harry is in great danger!" Muya decided to find Quirrell, the Defense Against the Dark Arts professor, for help.

Quirrell: "Hey, if you're looking for me, you've come to the right person!"

As Muya ran towards the professors' seats, the spectators all stood up. She turned her head to look at the situation on the field. Fred and George flew up into the air, trying to safely pull Harry onto their broom.

However, every time they got close, Harry's broom shot up even higher. They had no choice but to stay a little lower, ready to catch him at any moment.

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

Seeing this, Muya immediately sped up.

She finally reached Quirrell's seat. "Professor Quirrell, Harry's broom seems to have a problem, can you help?"

Seeing that Quirrell was asleep with his eyes closed, muttering incomprehensible dream words, Muya thought of a less-than-ideal solution. "Water Like Spring!"

The sudden burst of water drenched Quirrell. He blinked, and his muttering stopped.

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

"Muya, Miss, why did you suddenly drench me with water!" Quirrell quickly cast a drying charm on himself, looking resentfully at Muya, who was already walking away.

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

Quirrell was about to say something else when he saw Snape behind Muya, his face as dark as a thundercloud. "Alright, Professor Quirrell, leave this to me. I will give Miss Muya detention and teach her how to properly seek help from a professor."

Then, Muya was skillfully scooped up by Snape and sat down next to him without any resistance.

"Hey, Harry's broom seems to be fixed." Muya clapped her hands happily, but was glared at by Snape, so she lowered her hands.

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

"Miss Muya, say what you want to say. No one has glued your mouth shut."

Muya was startled. "Professor Snape, can you read minds? I actually wanted to say, don't you think the Slytherin players are a bit violent?" She had seen Slytherin players deliberately colliding with Harry, Fred, and George several times.

After speaking, she carefully looked up into Snape's eyes.

"Mm," he said. After he finished speaking, Harry's voice came from the stadium.

"I caught the Snitch!" he shouted, holding the ball high above his head and waving it. This signaled the end of the chaotic match.

Muya stood up and cheered along with the entire crowd except for the Slytherin students. She guessed the commentator must be a Gryffindor because he was shouting joyfully that Gryffindor had won with a score of 170 to 60.

At this moment, Hermione appeared from somewhere and took Muya's hand, looking at her. "Muya, can you come with me for a moment?"

Muya was about to nod when she suddenly remembered that Snape had said he would give her detention. She turned to look at Snape.

"See you at the usual time in my office. I hope Miss Muya won't forget the time playing with her friends." Snape waved the corner of his robe, which had been burned by fire, and left the field.

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

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

"Oh, Muya, look, I caught the Golden Snitch!" Harry happily showed Muya the Snitch cupped in his hands.

"Congratulations, Harry. Are you injured anywhere else?" Muya glanced at the Snitch, then at Harry's face and hands.

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

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

Hagrid poured them each a cup of tea. Ron suddenly exclaimed, "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. "So, are you suspecting Professor Snape is the culprit behind Harry's broom going out of control?"

The three exchanged glances. Harry spoke, "Snape... Professor tried to get past the three-headed dog before, but it bit him. We think he was trying to steal what it was guarding."

Hagrid put down his teapot heavily upon hearing about the three-headed dog. "Fluffy was bought by me last year from a Greek fellow I met at a hotel. I lent him to Dumbledore for safekeeping..."

Hagrid stopped himself. "This is top secret. I can't tell you."

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

"Merlin's lacy socks, Muya, you're the Gryffindor, you actually dared to bathe it," Ron said with a complicated expression.

Muya shrugged. "Fluffy was very well-behaved when I bathed him, and he didn't lick people randomly."

"Okay, let's continue our discussion," Hermione interrupted them.

Muya felt a moment of sympathy for Snape in her heart. His robes inexplicably caught fire on the field, then he was bitten when he went to check on Fluffy, and now he's being suspected by Ron and the others of trying to harm Harry. Oh, poor Professor Snape, may December treat you kindly.