Chapter 68: Snape's Intuition

Before the Quidditch match in the afternoon, Professor Snape found Madam Hooch, claiming that the physical and mental health of his house's players had been affected and requested a postponement.

Madam Hooch seemed aware of the events at noon and agreed without much thought, preparing to have Ravenclaw replace Slytherin.

"Madam Hooch, I believe Gryffindor is also unfit for the match today."

Professor Snape glanced in the direction of the Gryffindor team and said, "I have some matters to discuss with the Weasley twins."

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

If both teams were replaced, the event would be completely disrupted, and rescheduling it would be troublesome.

Snape drawled, "The matter is urgent, Madam Hooch."

"Well, alright." Although she was reluctant, Professor Snape was the school's official professor and a dean after all, so he had the right to intervene in Quidditch matches.

Madam Hooch could only agree.

However, she still warned, "Dean Snape, I hope such situations won't occur a second time. Rescheduling matches is truly troublesome."

"Believe me, I don't wish for such occurrences either, but I have no idea what they were thinking..."

Professor Snape turned and approached Gryffindor, taking Fred and George without any explanation.

Charlie attempted to intervene but was deducted ten points the moment he spoke.

"Confronting a professor, Weasley. Ten points from Gryffindor." Snape coldly declared. "If you don't step aside, I will deduct twenty points next time."

Charlie's face turned red with anger. He tightly clenched his fists, veins bulging on his arms. After taking a deep breath, he reluctantly moved aside.

"Professor Snape, please go ahead."

Professor Snape's hand holding the wand relaxed slightly. He snorted coldly and left the Quidditch pitch with Fred and George.

However, as soon as he left, Charlie cursed and rushed towards Professor McGonagall's office.

Slytherin not only lacked sportsmanship but also framed them. Moreover, they even reported them. It was so shameless.

Aren't they just seeking favors? Everyone has a patron.

Their Gryffindor's patron was even the Deputy Headmistress...

On the other side, Professor Snape, who returned to the castle, took Fred and George all the way to the Potions office.

The twins, far from being nervous, instead, curiously examined the decorations in the office.

Quite ordinary.

Not to mention the narrow space, even the style of the furniture was outdated, and the floor creaked when stepped on.

If they ignored the magical ingredients, they could easily mistake it for a second-hand furniture store.

It was much inferior compared to Professor McGonagall's office.

"Professor Snape, what brings you to us?" Fred was the first to speak.

Professor Snape said slowly, "The package you received this morning, what's the story behind it?"

"We don't know either, Professor." George calmly replied, taking a piece of paper from his pocket and placing it on the nearby table. "There was no signature, so we thought it was a mix-up with an owl."

"Yes," Fred nodded. "We have been looking for the owner of the package for a long time, but we could not find it. Just when we were about to hand it over to Professor McGonagall, the package disappeared."

George continued, "Professor, do you know who stole... that package?"

Whether intentional or not, George emphasized the word "stole" and paused.

But Professor Snape acted as if he hadn't heard and continued to ask, "So, the package wasn't purchased by you?

Don't try to fool me. I know it comes from Zonko's, I'll ask in Hogsmeade later."

"Of course, this is your freedom, Professor." Fred's expression did not change at all.

"But if you happen to know who stole the package, please let us know. After all, it was lost in our hands, and we won't be able to explain it to the owner if they come looking for it."

Professor Snape's eye twitched slightly and he pretended not to have heard again.

"Weasley, you..."

"Bang, Bang, Bang~"

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

Professor McGonagall walked in from outside.

"Severus, I heard you took Fred and George away." Professor McGonagall pursed her lips and asked with a serious expression. "What have they done wrong?"

"Nothing, Professor McGonagall." Fred quickly complained.

George followed, "Professor Snape brought us here to inquire about the package."

Professor McGonagall thought for a moment. "Is it the one you mentioned before, the package without a signature?"

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

"Stolen? At Hogwarts?" Professor McGonagall's lips tightened even more. "If I find out who it is, I will definitely deduct a hundred, no, two hundred points."

"Ahem..." At this point, Professor Snape suddenly coughed twice and said, "In fact, it belongs to one of our Slytherin students. He took it after seeing it before."

Professor McGonagall raised an eyebrow, "Someone from your house?"

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

"I see..."

Professor McGonagall's expression softened a lot. She glanced at Snape with some displeasure. "Such matters could have been discussed on the pitch. Why interrupt the match?"

Snape didn't speak, but in his mind, he cursed Rosier as a fool.

Later, Professor McGonagall took Fred and George back as she left.

Professor Snape did not stop them.

In fact, from the beginning, he never suspected the Weasley twins.

Their styles were too different.

He called them over this time just to pry some information and perhaps deduct thirty to fifty points to ease his mood.

He didn't expect Professor McGonagall to arrive so quickly, and those two seemed well-prepared, directly categorizing the incident as "stealing" in front of her.

It even made him unable to find any faults.

Because it was the truth. If the Slytherins hadn't taken the package, the subsequent events wouldn't have occurred.

"That idiot Rosier, is practically a close relative of a troll!" Professor Snape cursed again in his mind.

However, after what happened just now, he became even more certain that the Weasleys had nothing to do with this, or at least they weren't the mastermind.

The Weasleys' brain couldn't be that sharp.

Professor Snape pondered in place for a moment, and for some reason, a face with an honest, upstanding (crossed out), cunning, and deceitful expression flashed in his mind.

"Kyle Chopper..." Snape murmured to himself.

However, no matter how one looked at it, Kyle had nothing to do with this incident, not even an indirect connection. But Professor Snape's intuition told him that Kyle was definitely not innocent.

Yes, it was just intuition, and it had nothing to do with Kyle leading Kanna astray.

(End of chapter)