Chapter 68: Snape's Intuition

Before the Quidditch match started that afternoon, Snape found Madam Hooch. He claimed that his team's mental and physical health had been affected, and requested to postpone the match.

Madam Hooch seemed to know what happened at noon. She didn't hesitate and agreed. She was about to have Ravenclaw replace Slytherin.

"Madam Hooch, I think Gryffindor isn't suitable to play today either."

Snape glanced at the Gryffindor team, "There are some things I need to ask those two Weasleys."

"Can't it wait until the match is over?" Madam Hooch frowned.

If both teams were replaced, the match would be completely disrupted. Rearranging everything would be a real hassle.

Snape drawled, "It's urgent, Madam Hooch."

"Well… alright." Although she was reluctant, Snape was a legitimate professor and even a Head of the House. He had the right to interfere in the Quidditch match.

Madam Hooch could only agree.

But she still reminded him, "Headmaster Snape, I hope this doesn't happen again. It's a lot of trouble to rearrange the match."

"Believe me, I don't want this to happen either. But I have no idea what they were thinking…"

Snape turned towards Gryffindor and, without a word, took Fred and George away.

Charlie wanted to step forward to stop him, but as soon as he opened his mouth, he was deducted points.

"Disrespecting a professor, Weasley. Gryffindor loses ten points." Snape said coldly, "If you don't move, next time I'll deduct twenty."

Charlie's face flushed red. He clenched his fists and his biceps bulged. Then he took a deep breath and moved his legs… to the seat next to him.

"Goodbye, Professor Snape."

Snape's grip on his wand loosened slightly. He snorted coldly and then left the Quidditch pitch with Fred and George.

But as soon as he was gone, Charlie stormed to Professor McGonagall's office, grumbling.

Slytherin was playing dirty. They had framed them and even called for help. They were such lowlifes.

Who didn't have a bigwig?

Their bigwig was the Deputy Headmistress... in terms of position, she was much higher than Snape.

On the other side, Snape, after returning to the castle, took Fred and George to his Potions office.

But the twins weren't nervous. They were actually looking around the office with interest.

It was pretty ordinary.

It wasn't just narrow. The tables and chairs were old-fashioned. The floor creaked when you stepped on it.

If you ignored the potion's ingredients, they might have even thought they were in a secondhand furniture store.

It was a far cry from Professor McGonagall's office.

"Professor Snape, do you need us for something?" Fred was the first to speak.

Snape said slowly, "What's with that package you received this morning?"

"We don't know, Professor," George said calmly, taking a piece of paper out of his pocket and placing it on a nearby desk.

"It wasn't signed. We thought it was delivered to the wrong place."

"Yeah." Fred nodded, "We looked for a long time, but we couldn't find the owner of the package. We were just about to give it to Professor McGonagall when the package disappeared."

George continued, "Professor, do you know who st~olestole the package?"

He deliberately emphasized "stole" and even paused for a moment.

But Snape acted as if he hadn't heard and continued to ask, "So, you're saying you didn't buy the package?

Don't try to fool me. I know it came from Zonko's. I'll go to Hogsmeade to ask later."

"Of course, you're free to do that, Professor." Fred's expression didn't change at all.

"But if you find out who stole the package, please tell us. After all, it was lost in our hands. If the owner comes looking for it, we won't be able to give them a satisfactory explanation."

Snape's eyes twitched. He pretended not to hear again.

"Weasley, you…"

"Bang, bang, bang…"

At this moment, there was a sudden knock on the door.

Professor McGonagall walked in.

"Severus, I heard you took Fred and George away." Professor McGonagall pursed her lips, her expression serious, "Did they do anything wrong?"

"No, Professor McGonagall." Fred immediately protested.

George followed, "Professor Snape wanted to ask us about that package."

Professor McGonagall thought for a moment. "The one you told me about. The unsigned package?"

"Yes, that's the one." Fred said, "But it's gone. We suspect someone might have stolen it."

"Steal something? In Hogwarts?" Professor McGonagall pursed her lips tighter, "If I find out who it is, I'll deduct one hundred, no, two hundred points!"

"Ahem…" Snape suddenly coughed, "Actually, it was something that belonged to one of our Slytherin students. He saw it earlier and took it."

Professor McGonagall paused for a moment, "From your house?"

"Yes, from our house." Snape's face turned a little green. He gritted his teeth and said, "That's why I called the Weasleys. I wanted to confirm the situation with them."

"Oh, okay…"

Professor McGonagall's face softened a little. She looked at Snape with a hint of displeasure, "You could have just talked about it on the pitch. Why did you have to interrupt the match?"

Snape didn't say anything. But he cursed Rosier in his heart, thinking he was an idiot.

After that, Professor McGonagall left. She took Fred and George with her.

Snape didn't stop her.

He hadn't suspected the Weasleys from the beginning.

The style was too different.

He had just called them over to get some information and deduct a few points to ease his mood.

But he didn't expect Professor McGonagall to come so quickly. And those two seemed to be prepared. They immediately categorized the incident as "theft" in front of Professor McGonagall.

He couldn't even find fault with them.

Because it was the truth. If the Slytherin hadn't stolen the package, the subsequent events wouldn't have happened.

"That idiot Rosier! He's practically a troll's cousin!" Snape cursed silently in his heart.

But after this incident, he was even more certain that the Weasleys weren't involved, or at least not the main culprits.

The Weasleys weren't that clever.

Snape pondered for a moment. He didn't know how, but a cunning, deceitful face flashed into his mind.

"Kyle Chopper…" Snape muttered.

Although, no matter how you looked at it, Kyle had absolutely nothing to do with this, he wasn't even remotely involved. But Snape's intuition told him that Kyle wasn't innocent.

Yes, it was intuition, and it had nothing to do with him corrupting Kanna.

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