Snakes at Hogwarts

Looking at the huge score behind, Harry couldn't help but feel increasingly impatient.

He floated at the top of the court, his eyes scanning back and forth along the perimeter of the court, trying to find the fleeting golden flash.

It seems that to become a qualified seeker, in addition to the flying talent visible to the naked eye.

A pair of eyes without any disease or even some farsightedness is a more critical influencing factor.

Searching with the naked eye for a small golden ball that is only the size of a walnut and is still moving at high speed in such a large stadium?

Merlin's beard!

How come there are such nonsense rules in the wizarding world?

At this moment, Harry missed the ball games he knew in the Muggle world.

Despite an exhaustive search for the Snitch, unfortunately, his efforts were fruitless.

Ever since Marcus' vicious collision nearly knocked him off his broomstick a few minutes ago, Harry had been unable to find any trace of the Golden Snitch, as if all his good luck had been exhausted.

Not only that, the Slytherin team began to consciously target him, which also made him quite uncomfortable. The frequent attacks of Bludgers forced Harry to stay in motion at all times.

This means it's harder for him to focus on finding the Snitch.

Everything seemed to be going wrong.

Just as Harry dodged a Bludger, without warning, the broom under him suddenly began to tremble and made an overwhelming creaking sound.

Then, Harry discovered to his horror that he could no longer control his physical and mental broom.

...

Has it finally started?

Andros noticed Harry's abnormality immediately.

Unlike the little snakes around him who were intently staring at the Slytherin players who were launching waves of attacks, Andros's eyes always stayed on the savior Potter.

Looking at the savior swaying in the sky and running around, he immediately moved the telescope towards the teacher's seat.

Sure enough, Quirrell started to make small moves.

At this moment, he was staring at Harry in the sky intently, without even blinking. His lips twitched slightly, as if he was mumbling something quickly.

That fluent mouth shape is not at all like that of a nervous, unsure person who suffers from a stutter.

In front of Quirrell, Snape obviously noticed Harry's abnormality just like Andros. He also looked at the sky attentively and opened and closed his mouth quickly and silently.

Unfortunately, Andros doesn't know lip reading.

I don’t know what kind of magic spell the two of them chanted.

"What happened to that Gryffindor Seeker?"

Others finally began to notice something strange about Harry. After a small snake pointed its finger at the sky, the eyes of the students in the stands also shifted to Harry who was completely out of control in the sky.

However, as they were chattering away, they seemed to have not yet figured out what was going on.

"Is this some kind of Gryffindor tactic to suppress the situation?" Zabini scratched his head in confusion.

"To confuse our team's Seekers?"

It seemed that he was also confused by Harry running around in the sky.

Like the little snakes who were watching the excitement and not taking it too seriously, Andros also looked at Harry with the same attitude as he desperately tried to control the broom, but was being carried higher and higher by the broomstick.

Speaking of which, if Hermione hadn't set Snape's robe on fire and accidentally pushed Quirrell, Harry might have really fallen from the sky.

After all, with that guy's IQ, Ron probably wouldn't be able to detect Snape's little moves at the teacher's desk.

Merlin bless you, the savior will never be thrown out by Voldemort here.

Andros prayed without sincerity in his heart.

In that case, he would have died at the hands of Voldemort, and the prophecy would also be true.

According to the prophecy of the old madman Trelawny, one of the Savior and Voldemort must die in the hands of the other, and both of them cannot survive at the same time.

This means that Voldemort may actually be the one who survives in the end.

Theoretically, the two of them should be evenly matched.

After all, the prophecy did not confirm the truth. She only said that Harry had the power to defeat Voldemort, but possessing it and being able to master and use it were always two different things.

...

Looking at the broomstick flying around in the sky, twitching, twisting, and frantically trying to throw the owner who was riding it off, Andros' face, who was still thinking about the prophecy in the original work, gradually darkened.

He noticed something was wrong.

Wait a minute!

Harry in this state?

why?

Why is it so similar to the situation I encountered in my first flying lesson?

Looking at the broomstick rolling and rolling in the sky, Andros's thoughts surged forward uncontrollably, and he quickly recalled it.

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Not long ago, when he rode a broomstick and flew into the sky for the first time, the broken broomstick in the school showed a reaction similar to the one under Harry.

It can even be said to be exactly the same!

Originally, Andros thought it was because the brooms in the school were too old and in disrepair, causing them to suddenly malfunction.

Now that I think about it, things may not be that simple.

Someone mess with me again?

Thinking of this, Andros's face gradually turned ugly.

What if someone cast a curse on themselves that day?

who's that person?

Quirrell?

Snape?

Or Dumbledore?

Andros was thinking wildly in his mind. He lowered his head, not wanting others to notice the uncontrollable panic on his face.

Of course, I believe no one will pay attention to him at this moment.

The little snakes around were all attracted by Potter in mid-air. After a while, the broom under the savior twisted wildly again, and Potter was violently thrown off.

He was now holding on to the broom handle with only one hand, his body completely suspended in the air.

"Ah!" There was another noise in the stands, and I don't know how many little wizards covered their eyes out of fear.

Next to the teachers' table, several professors who reacted quickly had already drawn out their wands. They were lying on the side of the guardrail of the stands, pointing their wands to the sky, as if they were planning to release a spell to rescue Harry when he fell.

Professor Flitwick was naturally one of them. He conjured up a table that was half a person's height, and then he could barely reach the armrest of the stand.

But Andros had no time to pay attention to these.

His heart was already filled with his own affairs.

Is there anything more unpleasant than being halfway through a play and discovering that you might be the protagonist in the next scene?

Who was doing the trick that day?

Could it be Quirrell?

After thinking for a long time, Andros only thought that he was the most likely.

But why did Quirrell notice him?

What does he want to do?

Test yourself?

Andros struggled to recall the scenes in the flying lesson, but those memories had long since become blurry.

Like layers of fog, Andros couldn't recall whether Quirrell had appeared near that lawn at that time.

This made him punch his thigh angrily.

This feeling of being tricked unknowingly made Andros very uncomfortable.

You know, at that time, except for Ms. Huo Qi's second sword, there were not so many professors below to provide assistance.

If he hadn't used the Iron Armor Curse by luck, he might have really fallen down.

Who is playing tricks?

Andros kept thinking.

What made him even more unhappy was that a second ago, he was watching Harry's joke like the other people around him, smiling playfully at Harry being embarrassed by Quirrell's spell.

This sense of superiority in knowing the plot had not lasted for half a minute. He was shocked to discover that he might have been subjected to the same curse at some time before.

This made Andros feel at a loss for the first time, because these things have gradually separated from the plot in the original work.

However, as long as Dumbledore is still at Hogwarts, he should be safe in the castle during his first year.

Voldemort shouldn't mess around, and even if he does, he won't find him.

Maybe.

Andros raised his head again. Above the Quidditch pitch, Harry's entire body was hanging in the air without any protection.

He had just been thrown off the out-of-control broom, and now he was tightly holding on to the handle of the broom with one hand, barely holding on to prevent falling from it.

Harry struggled hard. He kept waving his other hand, trying to grab the broom with both hands. However, whenever he just touched the broom handle, the out-of-control broom would shake wildly several times, and then Or suddenly move upward, higher into the sky.

And when Harry stopped moving, the broom also calmed down.

It was as if the broom was maliciously teasing Harry.

Minutes passed by.

Big beads of sweat dripped down Harry's cheeks, but he didn't bother to wipe them away. He only felt that his left hand holding the broom was covered with sweat.

Gradually, the arm gradually became stiff, numb, and lost consciousness bit by bit.

This made it increasingly difficult for Harry to hold on to the broom.

It seems that without Hermione's off-site rescue, the savior will obviously not be as lucky as in the original work.

Not to mention catching the Golden Snitch, he couldn't even get back on the broomstick.

Finally, after persisting for a few more minutes, a slight shaking became the straw that broke the camel's back.

Amidst the exclamations of students and professors in the stands, Harry's hand slipped from the broom handle, and then, his whole body fell straight down like a stone falling into a lake.

As if he saw something in mid-air, Harry stretched out his hand and waved it randomly towards the sky, as if he wanted to catch something.

But that was obviously a futile attempt.

With a muffled sound, Harry fell hard to the lawn below.

Then bian.