c.
“I knew it,” Hermione gasped, “Snape — look.”
Ron grabbed the binoculars. Snape was in the middle of the stands oppositethem. He had his eyes fixed on Harry and was muttering nonstop under hisbreath.
“He's doing something — jinxing the broom,” said Hermione.
“What should we do?”
“Leave it to me.”
Before Ron could say another word, Hermione had disappeared. Ron turnedthe binoculars back on Harry. His broom was vibrating so hard, it was almostimpossible for him to hang on much longer. The whole crowd was on its feet,watching, terrified, as the Weasleys flew up to try and pull Harry safely ontoone of their brooms, but it was no good - every time they got near him, thebroom would jump higher still. They dropped lower and circled beneath him,obviously hoping to catch him if he fell. Marcus Flint seized the Quaffle andscored five times without anyone noticing.
“Come on, Hermione,” Ron muttered desperately.
Hermione had fought her way across to the stand where Snape stood, andwas now racing along the row behind him; she didn't even stop to say sorry asshe knocked Professor Quirrell headfirst into the row in front. Reaching Snape,she crouched down, pulled out her wand, and whispered a few, well-chosen words.Bright blue flames shot from her wand onto the hem of Snape's robes.
It took perhaps thirty seconds for Snape to realize that he was onfire. A sudden yelp told her she had done her job. Scooping the fire off himinto a little jar in her pocket, she scrambled back along the row — Snape wouldnever know what had happened.
(这一段讲的是harry骑不稳扫帚，然后hermione发现是因为教授一直盯着harry念咒语的缘故。之后hermione就去施法使教授的袍子着火了。教授真冤啊，好在后来的时候quirell自己说出来是他念咒语，而教授是在保护harry。可怜的教授，因为不近人情的面孔老是被迫背锅~~~~(>_<)~~~~ )

d.
“It was Snape,” Ron was explaining, “Hermione and I saw him. He wascursing your broomstick, muttering, he wouldn't take his eyes off you.”
“Rubbish,” said Hagrid, who hadn't heard a word of what had gone on nextto him in the stands. “Why would Snape do somethin’ like that?”
Harry, Ron, and Hermione looked at one another, wondering what to tellhim. Harry decided on the truth.
“I found out something about him,” he told Hagrid. “He tried to get pastthat three-headed dog on Halloween. It bit him. We think he was trying to stealwhatever it's guarding.”
Hagrid dropped the teapot.
“How do you know about Fluffy?” he said.
“Fluffy ?”
“Yeah — he's mine — bought him off a Greek chappie I met in the pub las’year — I lent him to Dumbledore to guard the—”
“Yes?” said Harry eagerly.
“Now, don't ask me anymore,” said Hagrid gruffly. “That's top secret,that is.”
“But Snape's trying to steal it.”
“Rubbish,” said Hagrid again. “Snape's a Hogwarts teacher, he'd donothin’ of the sort.”
“So why did he just try and kill Harry?” cried Hermione.
The afternoon's events certainly seemed to have changed her mind aboutSnape.
“I know a jinx when I see one, Hagrid, I've read all about them! You'vegot to keep eye contact, and Snape wasn't blinking at all, I saw him!”
“I'm tellin’ yeh, yer wrong!” said Hagrid hotly. “I don’ know whyHarry's broom acted like that, but Snape wouldn’ try an’ kill a student!

Chapter 13: Nicholas Flamel
a.
Snape's refereeing this time, and he'll be looking for any excuse to knock points off Gryffindor!”
George Weasley really did fall off his broom at these words.
“Snape's refereeing?” he spluttered through a mouthful of mud. “When's he ever refereed a Quidditch match? He's not going to be fair if we might overtake Slytherin.”
The rest of the team landed next to George to complain, too.
“It's not my fault,” said Wood. “We've just got to make sure we play a clean game, so Snape hasn't got an excuse to pick on us.”
Which was all very well, thought Harry, but he had another reason for not wanting Snape near him while he was playing Quidditch…
...
Speaking quietlyso that no one else would hear, Harry told the other two about Snape's sudden,sinister desire to be a Quidditch referee.
(/这一节讲到教授要做下次quidditch的裁判，狮院各位都心慌慌的哈哈)

Chapter 13: Nicholas Flamel
a.
“Will you stop messing around!” he yelled.“That's exactly the sort of thing that'll lose us the match! Snape's refereeingthis time, and he'll be looking for any excuse to knock points off Gryffindor!”
George Weasley really did fall off his broom at these words. (george之前假装摔倒，听到教授将会做这次比赛的裁判时真是吓得摔倒了哈哈)
“Snape's refereeing?” he spluttered througha mouthful of mud. “When's he ever refereed a Quidditch match? He's not goingto be fair if we might overtake Slytherin.”
The rest of theteam landed next to George to complain, too.
“It's not my fault,” said Wood. “We've justgot to make sure we play a clean game, so Snape hasn't got an excuse to pick onus.”
Which was all verywell, thought Harry, but he had another reason for not wanting Snape near himwhile he was playing Quidditch…
...
Speaking quietlyso that no one else would hear, Harry told the other two about Snape's sudden,sinister desire to be a Quidditch referee.

b.
“A stone that makes gold and stops you from ever dying!” said Harry. “No wonder Snape's after it! Anyone would want it.” (格里芬多三人组发现魔法石的作用了)
c.
The next morningin Defense Against the Dark Arts, while copying down different ways of treatingwerewolf bites, Harry and Ron were still discussing what they'd do with aSorcerer's Stone if they had one. It wasn't until Ron said he'd buy his ownQuidditch team that Harry remembered about Snape and the coming match.
“I'm going to play,” he told Ron and Hermione. “If I don't, all the Slytherins will think I'm just too scared toface Snape. I'll show them… it'll really wipe the smiles off their faces if we win.”(ron和hermione劝harry不要打比赛，harry坚持)

d.
Harry didn't knowwhether he was imagining it or not, but he seemed to keep running into Snapewherever he went. At times, he even wondered whether Snape was following him,trying to catch him on his own. Potions lessons were turning into a sort ofweekly torture, Snape was so horrible to Harry. Could Snape possibly knowthey'd found out about the Sorcerer's Stone? Harry didn't see how he could —yet he sometimes had the horrible feeling that Snape could read minds.
Harry knew, when theywished him good luck outside the locker rooms the next afternoon, that Ron andHermione were wondering whether they'd ever see him alive again. This wasn'twhat you'd call comforting. Harry hardly heard a word of Wood's pep talk as hepulled on his Quidditch robes and picked up his Nimbus Two Thousand.
Ron and Hermione,meanwhile, had found a place in the stands next to Neville, who couldn'tunderstand why they looked so grim and worried, or why they had both broughttheir wands to the match. Little did Harry know that Ron and Hermione had beensecretly practicing the Leg-Locker Curse. They'd gotten the idea from Malfoyusing it on Neville, and were ready to use it on Snape if he showed any sign ofwanting to hurt Harry.
“Now, don't forget, it's Locomotor Mortis,”Hermione muttered as Ron slipped his wand up his sleeve.
“I know,” Ron snapped. “Don't nag.”
Back in the lockerroom, Wood had taken Harry aside.
“Don't want to pressure you, Potter, but ifwe ever need an early capture of the Snitch it's now. Finish the game beforeSnape can favor Hufflepuff too much.”
“The whole school's out there!” said FredWeasley, peering out of the door. “Even — blimey — Dumbledore's come to watch!”
Harry's heart dida somersault.
“Dumbledore?” he said, dashing to the doorto make sure. Fred was right. There was no mistaking that silver beard.
Harry could havelaughed out loud with relief He was safe. There was simply no way that Snapewould dare to try to hurt him if Dumbledore was watching.
Perhaps that waswhy Snape was looking so angry as the teams marched onto the field, somethingthat Ron noticed, too.
“I've never seen Snape look so mean,” hetold Hermione. “Look — they're off. Ouch!”
Someone had pokedRon in the back of the head. It was Malfoy.
“Oh, sorry, Weasley, didn't see you there.”
Malfoy grinnedbroadly at Crabbe and Goyle.
“Wonder how long Potter's going to stay onhis broom this time? Anyone want a bet? What about you, Weasley?”
Ron didn't answer;Snape had just awarded Hufflepuff a penalty because George Weasley had hit aBludger at him. Hermione, who had all her fingers crossed in her lap, wassquinting fixedly at Harry, who was circling the game like a hawk, looking forthe Snitch.
“You know how I think they choose people forthe Gryffindor team?” said Malfoy loudly a few minutes later, as Snape awardedHufflepuff another penalty for no reason at all. “It's people they feel sorryfor. See, there's Potter, who's got no parents, then there's the Weasleys,who've got no money — you should be on the team, Longbottom, you've got nobrains.”
Neville wentbright red but turned in his seat to face Malfoy.
“I'm worth twelve of you, Malfoy,” hestammered.
Malfoy, Crabbe,and Goyle howled with laughter, but Ron, still not daring to take his eyes fromthe game, said, “You tell him, Neville.”
“Longbottom, if brains were gold you'd bepoorer than Weasley, and that's saying something.”
Ron's nerves werealready stretched to the breaking point with anxiety about Harry.
“I'm warning you, Malfoy — one more word—”
“Ron!” said Hermione suddenly, “Harry—”
“What? Where?”
Harry had suddenlygone into a spectacular dive, which drew gasps and cheers from the crowd.Hermione stood up, her crossed fingers in her mouth, as Harry streaked towardthe ground like a bullet.
“You're in luck, Weasley, Potter's obviouslyspotted some money on the ground!” said Malfoy.
Ron snapped.Before Malfoy knew what was happening, Ron was on top of him, wrestling him tothe ground. Neville hesitated, then clambered over the back of his seat tohelp.
“Come on, Harry!” Hermione screamed, leapingonto her seat to watch as Harry sped straight at Snape — she didn't even noticeMalfoy and Ron rolling around under her seat, or the scuffles and yelps comingfrom the whirl of fists that was Neville, Crabbe, and Goyle.
Up in the air,Snape turned on his broomstick just in time to see something scarlet shoot pasthim, missing him by inches — the next second, Harry had pulled out of the dive,his arm raised in triumph, the Snitch clasped in his hand.
The standserupted; it had to be a record, no one could ever remember the Snitch beingcaught so quickly.
“Ron! Ron! Where are you? The game's over!Harry's won! We've won! Gryffindor is in the lead!” shrieked Hermione, dancingup and down on her seat and hugging Parvati Patil in the row in front.
Harry jumped offhis broom, a foot from the ground. He couldn't believe it. He'd done it — thegame was over; it had barely lasted five minutes. As Gryffindors came spillingonto the field, he saw Snape land nearby, white-faced and tight-lipped — thenHarry felt a hand on his shoulder and looked up into Dumbledore's smiling face.
“Well done,” said Dumbledore quietly, so thatonly Harry could hear. “Nice to see you haven't been brooding about thatmirror… been keeping busy… excellent…”
Snape spatbitterly on the ground.
Harry left thelocker room alone some time later, to take his Nimbus Two Thousand back to thebroomshed. He couldn't ever remember feeling happier. He'd really donesomething to be proud of now — no one could say he was just a famous name anymore. The evening air had never smelled so sweet. He walked over the dampgrass, reliving the last hour in his head, which was a happy blur: Gryffindorsrunning to lift him onto their shoulders; Ron and Hermione in the distance,jumping up and down, Ron cheering through a heavy nosebleed.
Harry had reachedthe shed. He leaned against the wooden door and looked up at Hogwarts, with itswindows glowing red in the setting sun. Gryffindor in the lead. He'd done it,he'd shown Snape…
And speaking ofSnape…
A hooded figurecame swiftly down the front steps of the castle. Clearly not wanting to beseen, it walked as fast as possible toward the forbidden forest. Harry'svictory faded from his mind as he watched. He recognized the figure's prowlingwalk. Snape, sneaking into the forest while everyone else was at dinner — whatwas going on?
Harry jumped backon his Nimbus Two Thousand and took off. Gliding silently over the castle hesaw Snape enter the forest at a run. He followed.
The trees were sothick he couldn't see where Snape had gone. He flew in circles, lower andlower, brushing the top branches of trees until he heard voices. He glidedtoward them and landed noiselessly in a towering beech tree.
He climbedcarefully along one of the branches, holding tight to his broomstick, trying tosee through the leaves.
Below, in ashadowy clearing, stood Snape, but he wasn't alone. Quirrell was there, too.Harry couldn't make out the look on his face, but he was stuttering worse thanever. Harry strained to catch what they were saying.
“… d-don't know why you wanted t-t-to meethere of all p-places, Severus…”
“Oh, I thought we'd keep this private,” saidSnape, his voice icy. “Students aren't supposed to know about the Sorcerer'sStone, after all.”
Harry leanedforward. Quirrell was mumbling something. Snape interrupted him.
“Have you found out how to get past thatbeast of Hagrid's yet?”
“B-b-but Severus, I—”
“You don't want me as your enemy, Quirrell,”said Snape, taking a step toward him.
“I-I don't know what you—”
“You know perfectly well what I mean.”
An owl hootedloudly, and Harry nearly fell out of the tree. He steadied himself in time tohear Snape say, ” — your little bit of hocus-pocus. I'm waiting.”
“B-but I d-d-don't—”
“Very well,” Snape cut in. “We'll haveanother little chat soon, when you've had time to think things over and decidedwhere your loyalties lie.”
He threw his cloakover his head and strode out of the clearing. It was almost dark now, but Harrycould see Quirrell, standing quite still as though he was petrified.
“Harry, where have you been ?” Hermionesqueaked.
“We won! You won! We won!” shouted Ron,thumping Harry on the back. “And I gave Malfoy a black eye, and Neville triedto take on Crabbe and Goyle single-handed! He's still out cold but MadamPomfrey says he'll be all right — talk about showing Slytherin! I've waitingfor you in the common room, we're having a party, Fred and George stole somecakes and stuff from the kitchens.”
“Never mind that now,” said Harrybreathlessly. “Let's find an empty room, you wait ‘til you hear this…”
He made surePeeves wasn't inside before shutting the door behind them, then he told themwhat he'd seen and heard.
“So we were right, it is the Sorcerer'sStone, and Snape's trying to force Quirrell to help him get it. He asked if heknew how to get past Fluffy — and he said something about Quirrell's ‘hocuspocus’ — I reckon there are other things guarding the stone apart from Fluffy,loads of enchantments, probably, and Quirrell would have done some anti-DarkArts spell that Snape needs to break through—”
“So you mean the Stone's only safe as longas Quirrell stands up to Snape?” said Hermione in alarm.
“It'll be gone by next Tuesday,” said Ron. (这段实在是太长了，大家想看就看吧，我就不吐槽了(以后只有我自己在看哈哈))

Chapter 14: Norbert The Norwegian Ridgeback
Snape was sweeping about in his usual bad temper, which surely meant that the Stone was still safe.
…(偏见一旦形成，三人组就觉得教授做什么脾气怎样都跟sorcerer 's stone 有关)
“Well, I don’ s'pose it could hurt ter tell yeh that… let's see… he borrowed Fluffy from me… then some o’ the teachers did enchantments… Professor Sprout — Professor Flitwick — Professor McGonagall — ” he ticked them off on his fingers, “Professor Quirrell — an’ Dumbledore himself did somethin', o’ course. Hang on, I've forgotten someone. Oh yeah, Professor Snape.”
“Snape?”
“Yeah — yer not still on abou’ that, are yeh? Look, Snape helped protect the Stone, he's not about ter steal it.”
Harry knew Ron and Hermione were thinking the same as he was. If Snape had been in on protecting the Stone, it must have been easy to find out how the other teachers had guarded it. He probably knew everything — except, it seemed, Quirrell's spell and how to get past Fluffy.
…
“What utter rubbish! How dare you tell such lies! Come on — I shall see Professor Snape about you, Malfoy!”
The steep spiral staircase up to the top of the tower seemed the easiest thing in the world after that. Not until they'd stepped out into the cold night air did they throw off the cloak, glad to be able to breathe properly again. Hermione did a sort of jig.

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Chapter 15: The Forbidden Forest
a. All the same, he'd have gambled twelve Sorcerer's Stones that Snape had just left the room, and from what Harry had just heard, Snape would be walking with a new spring in his step — Quirrell seemed to have given in at last. (harry赌十二块魔法石教授刚离开，我赌一包辣条教授可能看到了你哈哈)
Harry went back to the library, where Hermione was testing Ron on Astronomy. Harry told them what he'd heard.
“Snape's done it, then!” said Ron. “If Quirrell's told him how to break his Anti-Dark Force spell—”
“There's still Fluffy, though,” said Hermione.
“Maybe Snape's found out how to get past him without asking Hagrid,” said Ron, looking up at the thousands of books surrounding them. “I bet there's a book somewhere in here telling you how to get past a giant three-headed dog. So what do we do, Harry?”
The light of adventure was kindling again in Ron's eyes, but Hermione answered before Harry could.
“Go to Dumbledore. That's what we should have done ages ago. If we try anything ourselves we'll be thrown out for sure.”
“But we've got no proof!” said Harry. “Quirrell's too scared to back us up. Snape's only got to say he doesn't know how the troll got in at Halloween and that he was nowhere near the third floor — who do you think they'll believe, him or us? It's not exactly a secret we hate him, Dumbledore'll think we made it up to get him sacked. Filch wouldn't help us if his life depended on it, he's too friendly with Snape, and the more students get thrown out, the better, he'll think. And don't forget, we're not supposed to know about the Stone or Fluffy. That'll take a lot of explaining.”
b. “Snape wants the stone for Voldemort… and Voldemort's waiting in the forest… and all this time we thought Snape just wanted to get rich…” (harry你的脑洞太大，以为教授去偷魔法石是为了变有钱，亏你想得出来。O(∩_∩)O~)
“Stop saying the name!” said Ron in a terrified whisper, as if he thought Voldemort could hear them.
…
“So all I've got to wait for now is Snape to steal the Stone,” Harry went on feverishly, “then Voldemort will be able to come and finish me off… Well, I suppose Bane'll be happy.”

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