Snakes at Hogwarts

It has to be said that some people may really be born for the competition.

No matter how nervous and scared they are before taking the field, when the game officially begins, they will turn their uneasy emotions into the purest passion and fighting spirit, and devote themselves wholeheartedly to the game.

And this will undoubtedly allow their talents to be unleashed without limit.

That's who Harry is.

When he got on the broom and flew towards the sky, his mind went blank. The strong wind roared around him, making the scarlet shirt on his body crackle.

When Harry hovered the broom in mid-air, he had reached a high altitude in the sky. Below him, the little wizards on the stands looked like black dots the size of flies.

This allowed Harry to tell which house these students came from only by the color of the decorations.

Harry raised his head and looked around, an uncontrollable sense of pride constantly arousing in his heart.

For the first time in 11 years, this introverted little boy discovered his talent that is better than others.

This makes Quidditch gradually become more than just a sport for Harry.

This is a performance stage where he can feel that he is superior to ordinary people.

...

If I were him, I would definitely fly lower.

Looking at Harry, who was constantly gliding around the court in circles in the sky, Andros thought with evil intent.

This poor savior probably doesn't know what will happen next.

He had already noticed that since the beginning of this game, Quirrell's eyes had been on Potter.

I really don’t know why the mysterious man is making trouble here!

Andros thought with some confusion.

He really couldn't understand the purpose of controlling Quirrell to do this.

Does Voldemort think he can do it again?

Even if Dumbledore was not present, did he really think he could murder a student under the protection of so many professors?

This guy split his soul and destroyed his brain!

Andros speculated wildly.

Although he didn't have the courage to say some words, he could still think about them in his heart.

Even if Snape didn't cast a spell to stop Quirrell, so what?

Could it be that other professors couldn’t react?

Not to mention others, Professor McGonagall and Professor Flitwick can do it.

One of them is a former Auror who is proficient in transfiguration, and the other is a former wizard duel champion who is good at magic. These two people are fully capable of saving Harry.

Why would the mysterious man risk being exposed to do such a meaningless thing?

Andros racked his brains and couldn't come up with a logical explanation.

Could it be?

Could it be that Voldemort is also an avid Quidditch fan?

He was worried that Slytherin would lose the game because Harry almost caught the Golden Snitch, so he chose to attack Harry?

Hey, this is too nonsense!

"Quick! Quick! Hit him!"

"Well done!"

Zabini's hoarse shouts brought Andros back to his senses. He raised his head and saw the latter shouting desperately into the stadium.

Except for the Slytherin stands, the chaotic stadium was buzzing with boos and curses.

"Zabini, what happened to your kidney?" Andros asked, looking at Zabini who was shaking his fist vigorously.

Forget it, Voldemort can do whatever he likes!

I really had eaten too much in the morning, otherwise why would I have had nothing to do to speculate on that old madman's thoughts?

"Didn't you see? That Gryffindor Potter just now, he almost caught the Golden Snitch!"

"Thanks to Marcus, if he hadn't stopped Potter we would have lost!"

"So that's why you cheered just now?" Andros suddenly understood.

Unknowingly, has this game already reached this point?

"Otherwise, do you think I'm cheering for Gryffindor Potter?" Zabini rolled his eyes angrily upon hearing such a stupid question.

"Ender, why do I think you are so stupid today?"

"I just didn't notice the situation here. By the way, what's the score now?"

"Have you really looked carefully?"

Under Zabini's review, Andros gradually understood the situation on the court.

Twenty to eighty, Slytherin was far ahead.

Relying on the speed advantage obtained by the seven Nimbus 2000, they frantically tore apart Gryffindor's fragile defense.

"The current situation on the court is very favorable to Slytherin. Our players are very fast. With Gryffindor's few tattered brooms that are almost as old as their grandparents, there is nothing they can do about our players. "

"Now, Gryffindor's only comeback is Potter, because he also uses Nimbus 2000, and our Seeker has no advantage in terms of speed."

"You see, Flint has obviously noticed this. The collision just now is the most obvious example."

"It's such a pity, if only he could just knock Harry down." Pansy's delicate little face was full of regret at this moment.

"Yes, as far as I know, Gryffindor only has one seeker, Potter, and they don't even have a decent substitute. Once Potter is eliminated by Flint, then we can even directly Won."

Even though the audience was booing and cursing at Slytherin, the two little snakes still seemed unaffected.

They even felt sorry for Marcus's failure to knock Harry off.

In the eyes of Slytherin, being able to do whatever it takes within the limits of the rules is a symbol of wisdom.

For example, Marcus almost destroyed Gryffindor's Seeker just now, and Mrs. Hooch could only award Gryffindor a free kick.

From this point of view, the rules of Quidditch still have a lot to improve.

There are so many foul tricks the Wizards can come up with to win.

There are no less than [-] recorded incidents, including but not limited to malicious collisions, elbow strikes, hitting the Bludger into the audience, turning the opponent's seeker into a skunk, and trying to chop off the opponent's goalkeeper with a machete. head...

In comparison, Marcus's foul was nothing more than trivial.

"If there are no obvious loopholes in our tactical cooperation, then as long as Slytherin continues to suppress Gryffindor, then even if Potter catches the Golden Snitch, it will be of no avail."

"Slytherin will definitely win this game!"

After making the declaration of victory, Zabini looked again at Andros, who was no longer speaking. When he found that the latter's eyes were in a trance, he seemed to be in a trance again.

"Andros! Did you listen to me carefully?"