Snakes at Hogwarts

He must be dead.

Andros stared at Harry, who had completely lost his movement on the stadium lawn, with disbelief.

No way?

Although the professors in the stands had already released multiple protective spells in time, logically it shouldn't be a problem to save the life of the savior Potter.

But what if?

Hey!

Potter, would you please move?

Don't scare me!

To be honest, Andros didn't actually care about Potter's life or death, but if the savior died in such a ridiculous way in the first grade, what would he do in the following years?

Without the savior, many things will become uncontrollable, which prevents Andros from relying on his most unique advantage, which is his familiarity with the plot.

That's not a good thing. Although Andros is extremely talented now, he has not grown up yet. For wizards of Voldemort or Dumbledore's level, he is just an ant that can be easily crushed to death.

Like Andros, the professors were obviously very worried about Porter's safety. In mid-air, Mrs. Hooch blew her silver whistle again, announcing that the game had entered a brief timeout.

Immediately afterwards, under the leadership of Professor McGonagall, almost all the professors on the teaching bench came to the lawn in the center of the stadium, including naturally the gloomy Snape and Quirrell who had just finished doing something good.

At this moment, the latter's face had already returned to a bloodless pale color.

His body was even trembling slightly, as if he was frightened by what happened to Harry.

After the whistle sounded, the Gryffindor players also landed on the ground one after another. They leaned on their brooms, breathing heavily and looking extremely tired.

There were even dried blood stains on the robes on the chests of some team members.

Slytherin has never been a model team with good style. Even if they have a score advantage, this team often shamelessly uses their best foul tactics.

Due to the lack of speed advantage, Gryffindor suffered a lot when facing Slytherin's attack.

It can be said that every point they have achieved now has Gryffindor's blood on it.

"Professor McGonagall, how is Harry? Can he continue to play!"

Looking at Professor McGonagall who was leaning over to examine Potter, Wood, the captain of the Gryffindor team, asked anxiously. His nose was soft, as if he had just been hit in the face by a flying Bludger.

In addition, Wood's face and chest robes were also covered in blood. As Gryffindor's goalkeeper, he could be said to be the focus of the entire Slytherin team except Harry.

"Poor child, you have at least four fractures on your body." After lowering his head to check, Professor McGonagall frowned and looked at Wood.

Even if they released the spell in time to rescue him, all the professors could do was to cast a spell on the open space as a buffer before Harry fell.

After all, these professors are not legendary wizards like Dumbledore.

He couldn't just wave his fingers and catch Harry falling from the air without even using his wand.

"I'm sorry, Oliver, but I'm afraid this kid won't be able to play anymore."

"But!"

"Professor McGonagall, I~I can still fight." After hearing Professor McGonagall's words, Harry, who had faintly woken up, said eagerly.

His voice was soft and fitful, as if it was squeezed out from between his teeth.

Although he felt that all the bones in his body were working against him, this stubborn little boy was still unwilling to give up. He did not want to disappoint Wood, the players who had trained hard, and the Gryffindor students.

"This matter is not up to you, Potter. I must ensure the safety of every student. Your physical condition no longer allows you to continue competing. There is no room for negotiation." Professor McGonagall's tone was different from usual. The same is beyond doubt.

No matter how much she loves Quidditch and how much she hopes her college will win, she can still distinguish the important from the important at critical moments.

"But there is no substitute Seeker in the team!" Wood's voice sounded a little desperate.

"I'm sorry, Oliver, I think we have to give up this game. I know it's hard, but we can't let Potter die just because of a game."

"But!"

"There's nothing wrong with it. I have to send Porter to the school hospital. If you don't want to give up the game, then that's okay, but if Porter wants to play again, he has to wait until he recovers from the school hospital."

"What's the difference between that and giving up the game!" Wood looked a little excited.

"As long as you understand, if you don't give up the game, it will only give Slytherin a better chance to gain points. By then, even if Potter really catches the Golden Snitch, it will be of no avail."

"I know it's hard to choose, but you have to do it. It doesn't matter. This is just the first game of the new season. Winning or losing doesn't mean anything. Let's end this game decently."

Wood raised his head in confusion. Those Slytherin players in silver-green jerseys were riding brand-new broomsticks floating in the air, watching their opponents' jokes at leisure.

Although they didn't know what was wrong with Potter's broom, the Slytherins were obviously very happy to see such a result.

There is nothing happier than watching one's enemies suffer misfortune.

If Wood wants to continue playing, Slytherin will naturally welcome him.

They would win back a lot of points from Gryffindor.

Slytherin must not be allowed to succeed.

Thinking of this, Wood finally made up his mind.

He gave his old rival Marcus Flint a final, vicious look.

"Okay, let's give up. I think there will be plenty of opportunities to deal with them in the future."

"I'm glad you think so. Okay, let's get out of here quickly. I need to take Potter to the school hospital."

As she spoke, Professor McGonagall waved her wand to conjure a stretcher. She transferred Potter, who had already been able to move easily, onto the stretcher floating in mid-air, and then quickly left the field.

Amid the uproar of the audience and the cheers of Slytherin House, Mrs. Hooch blew the silver whistle again.

"Thirty to 110! Gryffindor abstains! Slytherin wins!" She announced the result of the game loudly.

"Ander! We won! We won!" Zabini shook Andros' arm excitedly

Compared with the other three houses that were sighing, Slytherin was in a state of excitement, with little snakes cheering everywhere.

what?

Slytherin won?

"Potter didn't catch the Golden Snitch?" Andros asked in disbelief as he watched Harry gathered in the center of the field being carried away on a stretcher.

"The Golden Snitch? Just him? How is that possible!"