Chapter 68: Snape's Intuition
Chapter 68: Snape's Intuition
Before the start of the Quidditch match in the afternoon, Snape approached Professor Hooch, claiming that the mental and physical health of the players from his house was affected and requesting a postponement of the game.
Professor Hooch, seemingly aware of the events that transpired at noon, readily agreed and prepared to have Ravenclaw replace Slytherin.
"Professor Hooch, I believe Gryffindor is also unfit to play today's match," Snape said, glancing in the direction of the Gryffindor team. "I have some matters to discuss with the Weasley twins."
"Can't it wait until after the game?" Professor Hooch frowned.
If both teams were changed, the entire tournament schedule would be disrupted, and rearranging the matches would be a hassle.
Snape drawled, "It's urgent, Professor Hooch."
"Well... alright then." Although reluctant, Snape was, after all, a full-fledged professor at the school and a house master, giving him the authority to intervene in Quidditch matters.
Professor Hooch had no choice but to agree.
However, she offered a reminder, "Professor Snape, I hope this doesn't happen again. Rescheduling matches is truly troublesome."
"Believe me, I share the same sentiment, but I can't fathom their reasoning..."
Snape turned and made his way over to the Gryffindor team, taking Fred and George away without further explanation.
Charlie tried to step forward and intervene, but he was immediately docked ten points as soon as he opened his mouth.
"Insolence towards a professor, Weasley. Gryffindor will be docked ten points," Snape said coldly. "If you don't step aside immediately, the next time it will be twenty points."
Charlie's face turned red with anger. He clenched his fists, the veins on his arms popping out. After taking a deep breath, he lifted his leg and... shifted to the side.
"Have a nice day, Professor Snape."
Only then did Snape relax his grip on his wand slightly, letting out a cold huff before leading Fred and George away from the Quidditch pitch.
However, no sooner had he left than Charlie stormed towards Professor McGonagall's office, muttering curses under his breath.
Those Slytherins had no sense of sportsmanship. Not only did they try to frame them, but they also called for outside help. It was despicable.
So what if they had a strong player? Everyone had their strengths.
Their Gryffindor player was a deputy headmaster... A much higher position than Snape.
Back at the castle, Snape led Fred and George to the Potions office.
Far from being nervous, the twins curiously examined the furnishings in the office.
It was rather ordinary.
Aside from being narrow, the furniture was outdated, and the floor creaked underfoot.
If it weren't for the potion ingredients, they might have thought they had wandered into a second-hand furniture store.
It was a far cry from Professor McGonagall's office.
"Professor Snape, what did you want to see us about?" Fred asked, breaking the silence.
Snape drawled, "What's the meaning of the parcel you received this morning?"
"We don't know either, Professor," George replied calmly, pulling a piece of paper from his pocket and placing it on the nearby table. "There was no sender's name, so we thought the owl must have delivered it to the wrong person."
"Yeah," Fred nodded. "We looked everywhere for the owner, and just as we were about to hand it over to Professor McGonagall, the parcel disappeared."
George continued, "Professor, do you know who took that parcel?"
George emphasized the word "took," intentionally pausing to give it extra weight.
But Snape acted as if he hadn't heard and asked, "So, you're saying you didn't purchase that parcel yourselves?"
"But if you do find out who stole that parcel, please let us know. After all, it was lost while in our possession, and we'd be hard-pressed to explain if the owner comes looking for it."
Snape's eye twitched, and he once again pretended not to hear.
"Weasley, you..."
"Bang bang bang~"
Suddenly, there was a knock on the door.
Professor McGonagall entered from outside.
"Severus, I heard you took Fred and George away," Professor McGonagall said, her lips pursed and her expression serious. "Have they done something wrong?"
"No, Professor McGonagall, we haven't!" Fred quickly cried out.
George quickly added, "Professor Snape wanted to ask us about the parcel."
Professor McGonagall thought for a moment. "The one you mentioned to me earlier, the one without a sender's name?"
"Yes, that's the one," Fred said. "But it's gone missing, and we suspect someone might have stolen it."
"Stealing? At Hogwarts?" Professor McGonagall's lips tightened even further. "If I find out who did this, I'll deduct a hundred, no, two hundred points!"
"Ahem..." At this moment, Snape coughed lightly and said, "In fact, it belongs to a student from Slytherin. He saw it and took it earlier."
Professor McGonagall paused, "From your house?"
"Yes, from my house," Snape said, his face turning slightly green. "I called the Weasley twins to confirm the situation."
"I see..."
Professor McGonagall's expression softened a little, and she glanced at Snape with some displeasure. "This could have been discussed during the game. There was no need to interrupt the match."
Snape remained silent, but he cursed Rozier as an idiot in his mind.
After that, Professor McGonagall left, taking Fred and George with her.
Snape didn't stop her.
In fact, he hadn't suspected the Weasley twins from the beginning.
Their styles were too different.
He had called them over to ask a few questions and deduct some points to ease his frustration.
But he hadn't expected Professor McGonagall to arrive so quickly, and it seemed that the twins had been prepared, directly implying in front of her that the incident was a case of "theft."
They had even done it in a way that he couldn't find any fault with them.
Because it was the truth; if the Slytherin student hadn't taken the parcel, the subsequent events wouldn't have occurred.
"Rozier, you blithering idiot, you're practically related to a troll!" Snape cursed again in his mind.
However, after what had just happened, he was even more certain that the Weasley twins had nothing to do with this, or at the very least, they weren't the masterminds.
The Weasley twins didn't have that level of cunning.
Snape stood there, deep in thought. Suddenly, a face that was honest and loyal (scratch that)
, cunning and deceitful, flashed across his mind.
"Kyle Joba..." Snape muttered to himself.
Although, by all accounts, Kyle had nothing to do with this incident, not even remotely, Snape's intuition told him that Kyle was not innocent.
Yes, it was his intuition, and it had nothing to do with the fact that he disliked Connor.
(End of Chapter)
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