"Wait a second! What are you saying?"
Ron asked in confusion, but just as he finished speaking, he saw Hermione suddenly throw down her magical binoculars, hunch her head, bend over, and sneakily run toward Snape.
"This is…"
Ron scratched his head. Things happened so fast that he hadn't even realized what was going on.
Link shook his head, pointed in the direction where Snape was, and then casually picked up the magical binoculars Hermione had dropped and raised them to his eyes.
Through the slightly blurry view, Snape was still watching Harry and muttering to himself. He was so focused that he didn't even notice a sneaky figure had silently come up behind him and very boldly took out a wand and tapped the hem of his always-black robe.
Whoosh~
A small tuft of red flame suddenly appeared on the tail of Snape's robe. Immediately after, it seemed to come into contact with some kind of flammable substance, like grease, and quickly spread out.
After doing all this, Hermione sneakily left again. A short while later, Snape was finally reminded by the nearby Slytherin students and discovered the fire on his body. He quickly stopped speaking and started panicking to put out the flames.
At the same time, the moment Snape stopped chanting, Harry in the sky suddenly seemed to completely lose all control and began falling straight from the sky.
"Harry!"
Ron cried out in horror, and many others around him reacted the same way. Only Link still had a calm and unbothered look on his face.
It wasn't that Link was cold-blooded, but rather that he clearly understood, there were still other professors present at the scene. These people would absolutely not allow any fatal accidents to happen during a Quidditch match.
So even if Harry fell, with the help of those professors, at most he would be seriously injured. And even that so-called serious injury was nothing in front of Madam Pomfrey.
Sure enough, Link's guess was correct.
Whether it was because a professor had secretly helped or because Harry had regained control of the Nimbus 2000, in any case, when he was still several dozen meters from the ground, he gradually regained speed and finally landed safely on the lawn.
This thrilling moment nearly made Ron faint, but Link looked at him with a bit of contempt.
Because even though Ron looked very concerned about Harry, all he did was shout, he didn't actually do anything. In that regard, he couldn't even compare to Hermione by a long shot.
"Ugh!"
Perhaps due to the discomfort caused by the high-speed fall from the sky, Harry began to dry heave after landing.
At this moment, his teammates and the referee at the scene all gathered around to check his injuries.
But when they arrived, they were shocked to find that Harry had vomited out a golden metal ball with wings on both sides.
The atmosphere on the field froze instantly. After a long moment, the announcer on the platform finally shouted in excitement to confirm the fact, "Harry! Harry did it! He caught the Golden Snitch! Now I declare, today's winner is Gryffindor!"
"Whaaaaaaa!!!"
Deafening cheers erupted again from the Gryffindor stands. As the people around him became unusually excited, Link sighed and looked around the crowd, searching for something.
Finally, he saw it.
Hermione was currently weaving through the crowd, trying to return to Ron and Link.
Maybe because she was too nervous, her forehead was soaked in sweat, and her damp hair was sticking messily to her face, making her look especially disheveled.
Now, every Gryffindor was riding a wave of excitement, waving their arms and twisting their bodies, creating waves of people across the stands.
This made Hermione's movement extremely difficult. But this didn't stop her. She was determined to get back to her seat and celebrate with her friends.
Unfortunately, compared to the older students around her, her body was still too small.
In this exaggerated human wave, one misstep and she was knocked to the ground.
"Ah!"
A scream escaped Hermione's mouth as she struggled to get back up, but the surrounding crowd was just too wild.
After several failed attempts, a sudden thought came to Hermione's mind.
Back in Muggle elementary school, she had taken safety education classes. Her teacher once shared a terrifying case of someone being trampled to death at a concert.
Could it be… that the same thing would happen to her?
In that instant, a wave of emotion named "fear" completely filled her heart.
But right then, Hermione suddenly found that the terrifying pressure around her had disappeared in an instant.
With teary eyes, she slowly looked up, only to see a blond boy smiling as he extended his hand to her.
"Link!!"
———
Half an hour later, on the lawn outside Hogwarts Castle.
"That must've been Snape! Hermione, Link, and I all saw it!"
Ron said angrily to Harry. But Harry didn't respond. He just sat on the grass, head hanging low, not saying a word.
If you looked closely, you'd see that his body was still trembling slightly, clearly he hadn't recovered from the shock.
Seeing this, Ron turned to Hermione, hoping she would speak up too.
But Hermione had also been seriously frightened by the terrifying experience in the stands earlier. Now, she was silently burying her head in her knees, one hand still tightly clutching the corner of Link's robe, so tightly that Link tried several times to pull away but couldn't.
In the end, Ron had no choice but to turn to Link with a pleading look.
"Ahem!" Link coughed and said, "I think... although Professor Snape's personality is quite nasty, I don't think he would do something like harm his own students. Isn't it possible... there's been some kind of misunderstanding?"
"Misunderstanding?" Ron shouted, "What kind of misunderstanding could there be? Other than Snape, there was no one else!"
"Yeah, Link, there's a lot you don't know." Harry finally spoke up. "Remember what I told you before about the three-headed dog and the trapdoor? As far as I know, there's something very valuable hidden behind that door. Actually, back on Halloween, we found out that Snape tried to sneak through the trapdoor that night to steal what was inside."
"Really?" Link replied casually. He really wasn't interested in that sort of thing.
But Harry didn't think that way. He looked around, then suddenly lowered his voice, "This isn't a good place to talk, Link. Come with us to Hagrid's hut. It's safer there."
"Uh..." Upon hearing this, Link suddenly scratched his head and said, "I just remembered someone's waiting for me. Why don't you guys go ahead? If there's still a chance, you can tell me later."
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