A little badger from Hogwarts

"Aren't these Slytherins too despicable?"

Hermione in the stands could see clearly that Flint bumped into him on purpose. "Are they just for a game? Or are these people always so despicable?"

Hart had an expression on his face that I had long been accustomed to, and explained: "Slytherin people are very result-oriented. In their view, as long as they can win, it doesn't matter what means they use."

"A bunch of psychos!!"

Hermione looked disgusted and secretly decided never to interact with these people.

"However, Porter seems to have been hit hard. Is it really okay for him to hold on to the game like this?"

"Don't worry!" Hart is not worried at all: "The medical level in the wizarding world is very high. As long as the person is not dead, even if he is broken in half, he can still be saved right away with a breath left."

"So exaggerated?" Hermione had not yet entered Madam Pomfrey's infirmary.

Hart nodded and said: "If you are interested, I can take you to see it another day. But for now, you should concentrate on watching the game!"

As Harry began to fly across the pitch again, bursts of applause and cheers erupted from the stands.

In this atmosphere, even if Hart was not interested in Quidditch, he would inevitably be infected.

"Harry's flying skills are really good!"

"Aren't you not interested in Quidditch?" Hermione asked strangely.

Hart replied: "It's not like broomsticks can only be used for playing Quidditch. Just because I don't like playing basketball doesn't mean I don't know how to fly, right?"

"Really?" Hermione felt a little unreliable.

"If you have the chance, I'll take you to fly around a few times." Hart didn't argue and just continued to secretly stare at the area where the professors were.

Hermione shrugged, obviously not taking this promise seriously.

While the two were talking, the situation on the field became anxious again. After the conflict just now, both sides used all their skills, as if the opponent was not their classmate, but an enemy. There was no trace of them. Show mercy.

Although, it seems that Gryffindor and Slytherin's little wizards are enemies!

"Wait, something seems to have happened to Harry, his broom..."

This time there was no need for Jordan to explain anything, everyone stood up and pointed upward at Harry.

His broomstick began to roll and roll, and Harry could only hold on to the crazily twitching and twisting broomstick to prevent it from falling, and this had exhausted all his strength.

Suddenly, the broom made another wild and irregular twist, and Harry finally couldn't hold on anymore and was thrown away.

"Merlin's beard!"

The people in the stands exclaimed unbearably, but Harry still stubbornly grabbed the tail of the broom, determined not to let go of his hand, and hung it in mid-air.

"Could it be that the impact just now caused something to happen to the broom? Why haven't the professors come to save people?" Hermione's palms were sweaty. Although she was not familiar with Harry, she was naturally kind-hearted. , making her very worried about this boy who might have an accident.

"If you want to disable the magic of the broomstick, you can only use a curse." Hart locked his eyes on Quirrell and Snape, watching the two of them fighting each other, hesitating whether to take action.

Although Snape was a scumbag, his level of magic was nothing to say. If Voldemort fought him with Quirrell's body, he would probably lose.

But the problem is that before Snape defeated Quirrell, Harry was probably thrown away by the crazy broom because he had no strength.

"never mind!"

Hart hesitated for a few seconds and made a decision that went against his character.

"Here comes the broomstick!" Hart waved his wand, and the spare broomstick idle on the sidelines slowly flew towards him.

With Hermione's stunned expression, Hart turned over and jumped out of the stands.

"Hart, you're crazy!"

Hermione stuck her head out to see if Hart had been smashed into a pulp.

But as soon as she stuck her head out, she saw Hart riding his broomstick soaring into the sky, drawing a graceful arc in the air, and flying towards Harry.

At this moment, the stubborn Harry finally exhausted his last strength and was thrown away by the crazily twisting broom.

Listening to the whistling wind in his ears, Harry felt extremely bitter, "Is it over like this? I still haven't been able to prove myself after all. Everyone will be disappointed with me."

With self-blame and fear, Harry closed his eyes subconsciously, but a moment later, he suddenly felt a lightness in his body, as if someone had caught him.

"Wake up, young man, it's time to come to your senses!"

"Hart, how could it be you?" Harry looked at Hart who grabbed his shoulders, and was so surprised that he almost shed tears.

"Okay!" Hart didn't want to see a boy cry: "Do you still want to continue the game?"

"Of course!" Harry replied firmly.

"Then get ready, I'll throw you back on your broomstick!" Hart changed the direction of flight.

"But I've lost control of my broom!" Harry shouted loudly, the cold wind filling his mouth with cold air.

"Believe me!" Hart didn't explain too clearly, "I'm going to throw you out!"

Harry adjusted his breathing with difficulty, and then nodded hard: "I'm ready!"

"Go away!"

Hart saw the direction and threw Harry directly towards Nimbus 2000.

Before Harry could grab the broom, Hart waved his wand again and shouted, "Armour!"

The magic formed a protection in the blink of an eye, dispelling the invisible power of the curse and restoring calm to the broomstick.

"Have a good game!" Hart encouraged him sitting on Nimbus 2000, and then flew back to his seat.

"Long live! Hart is so handsome!"

When Hart jumped out just now, everyone thought he was crazy, but after seeing him catch Harry who was about to fall and solve the out-of-control broomstick, all doubts and worries turned to Hart. of adoration and heartfelt cheers.

"I almost thought you were crazy just now!" Hermione complained to Hart who returned the broom.

Hart put away his wand, turned to look at Hermione, smiled and said, "I told you, my flying skills are top-notch."

"Even so, it's still scary, okay!" Hermione rolled her eyes at him.

"This is nothing. There will be many more dangerous things in the future."

What Hart said made Hermione even more incomprehensible.

The Slytherin people took the opportunity to attack, thinking that Hart's interference was cheating, and demanded a rematch.

But Mrs. Huo Qi ignored it at all.

The Slytherin person appealed, and she directly said that as a referee, my power on the field is unlimited. If you continue to complain, you will be kicked off the game and Gryffindor will win.

The Slytherins didn't dare to say anything more, and the game continued.

Hart stared at Quirrell, but the other party didn't do any more work.

Harry, who was making his first appearance in the game, gave full play to his advantages and won his first Quidditch victory with the wonderful gesture of holding the golden snitch in his mouth.

The game ended with laughter (except for Slytherin)!