A Hogwarts dissertation guide

The game kicked off, and the members of the student team walked out of the locker room and came to the stadium filled with cheers.

Harry felt his knees go weak. This was the first time he had flown in front of so many people.

Mrs. Hooch is the referee, and she is also the flying teacher at Hogwarts. She is a resolute witch, and even her hair is crisp and short.

At this moment, she was standing in the middle of the court, holding her broomstick in her hand, waiting for the players from both sides.

She seemed to have said something, but the students and teachers in the stands could not hear it clearly. They could only hear Mrs. Hooch blowing her silver whistle vigorously.

The two colleges plus Madam Huo Qi, a total of fifteen broomsticks rose from the ground and rose high into the sky.

The game started.

Edward closed his eyes. In his opinion, Quidditch was a very inelegant activity, whether it was flying on a broomstick or a few people chasing a few balls around playfully.

But Professor McGonagall didn't seem to think so. Her hands were tightly grasping the fence of the stand, her knuckles were slightly white, and her teeth were clenched together, as if she was extremely nervous.

"He flies so well." Flitwick admired sincerely.

Professor McGonagall stared stiffly at Harry's figure in the sky, "Of course, he is my carefully selected Seeker."

"But I heard that he swooped down from a high altitude during the flying lesson, reached out and grabbed something, and then you happened to see him?" Flitwick ruthlessly exposed Professor McGonagall's lies.

Professor McGonagall seemed a little embarrassed, and she pressed her fingers harder, "But this cannot deny my judgment. I knew early on that he would be an excellent seeker."

"I hope so. Slytherin has won seven consecutive championships. At the year-end banquet, we have to change the colors." Flitwick sighed, "If Snape is willing-"

"We all know what kind of person he is, don't we?" Professor McGonagall turned her head and glared at Professor Flitwick, "Watch your words, Filius, and there are students here." She glanced at Hermione A quick glance.

"Oh." Flitwick quickly stopped talking and nodded apologetically towards Edward, only to find that he had already closed his eyes.

Professor Flitwick simply shut his mouth and watched the game intently.

Commentator Lee Jordan's passionate commentary added excitement to the Quidditch game, although his commentary was quite biased, which forced Professor McGonagall to remind him again and again.

Golden Snitch!

It suddenly appeared!

Harry and Slytherin Seeker Terrence Higgins both saw the Golden Snitch!

They were chasing the golden stream of light side by side - the chasers seemed to have forgotten what they should be doing, and were hovering in the air one by one, watching.

Harry is faster because he is the newer version of Nimbus 2000 and is personally sponsored by Professor McGonagall.

Harry could see the Golden Snitch, the little ball, with wings flapping, flying ahead - he suddenly increased his speed again - bang! ! !

Flint, the captain of the Slytherin house team, deliberately bumped into Harry. Harry's broomstick suddenly veered off course, but Harry held on to it.

Everything became chaotic.

The Gryffindors roared angrily in the stands, and other houses were not to be outdone, and stood up from their seats, not ashamed of Slytherin's despicable behavior.

"What's wrong?" Edward was awakened by the noise and slowly opened his eyes.

Hermione puffed her lips and said angrily, "They committed a foul."

"This further proves that Quidditch is a rough sport with no rules." Edward glanced in the air to make sure that Harry was still floating in the air, and then he was relieved - he thought it was Harry. ·Potter is dead!

But after a while, everyone noticed something strange. Harry's broom began to roll and roll, and Harry reluctantly held on to prevent himself from falling.

Suddenly, the broom twisted wildly again, and Harry was thrown off by it.He was now hanging on the broom handle with only one hand.

"Teacher, something must be wrong with Harry?" Hermione shook Edward's arm anxiously and spoke quickly.

"Except for very powerful black magic, nothing can interfere with a flying broomstick - it is impossible for a child to cast such magic on Nimbus 2000." Edward said slowly, but as soon as he opened his eyes, he knew everything It's not that simple.

In Edward's sight, Harry's broom was obviously covered in a black mist, and the black mist extended to the staff bench.

"Albus really got it right..." Edward murmured.

"what?"

"Nothing." Edward turned around and searched around for any 'weapons' he could get his hands on. He only saw a black oil lamp in Hermione's arms.

"Hermione, give me the lamp."

"what?"

"Do you want to save Harry?"

Hermione handed the lamp directly to Edward.

Edward weighed the weight to make sure he wouldn't hit Professor Quirrell to death with too much force, and then he aimed at Mr. Delicious and threw it at him.

boom!

A crisp crashing sound.

The oil lamp bounced hard from Professor Quirrell's head, and then fell into the arms of Professor Snape beside him.

But Professor Quirrell was even hit under the stands.

Professor Snape, on the other hand, looked at the oil lamp in his arms with a bewildered expression. This...

High in the air, Harry climbed back onto the broomstick.

Everyone cheered again!

Harry dived quickly toward the ground, spitting something out of his mouth and raising it high above his head.

"I've got the Snitch!" he shouted, swinging the ball high over his head.

The cheers around are even more enthusiastic!

The Weasley boys whistled hard and caroused.

"The game is over, let's go back." Edward said coldly.

"Okay." Hermione nodded. She still didn't understand the reason why Edward just did that, but that didn't stop her from wanting to leave the field.

"yeah!!!"

The professors on the faculty bench were almost all startled by the sudden scream.

Professor McGonagall quickly covered her mouth and stood up quickly, not daring to face the crowd again.

Professor Snape stood up with a dark face, holding an oil lamp in his hand, and looked back at everyone, as if trying to figure out who threw this thing into his arms.

"Professor Snape, would you please return my oil lamp to me? I didn't hold it firmly and accidentally dropped it." Edward said softly, and his voice reached Snape's ears clearly.

Snape snorted, then threw the lamp back in Edward's direction, "Watch your own things."

"Thank you for reminding me." Edward opened his palm slightly, and the oil lamp flew into his palm steadily.