Professor The Vampire Earl of Hogwarts

Dracula frowned tightly, staring at Quirrell who showed no signs of abnormality.

He couldn't figure it out.According to Quirrell's previous performance, it is basically certain that he is under the control of Voldemort.But the person who wanted to kill Harry in the Quidditch match was not Quirrell.

Could it be that the Dark Lord, who can't even be named, is still capable of controlling more than one wizard to sneak into Hogwarts castle even if he is weak to a certain extent?

Dracula quickly scanned the entire Quidditch pitch, and soon found another person who was behaving strangely——

Head of Slytherin House, Severus Snape!

At this moment, Snape was standing in the middle of one of the stands, his eyes were fixed on Harry, and he was muttering words silently.

But Dracula could see that Snape was clearly not the one who put the jinx on Harry's broom.

Although his eyes were full of dislike for Harry, there was also an extremely complicated anxiety and worry on his face.

"It's really interesting, Snape is actually reciting the counter-curse to save his most hated student." Dracula raised the corners of his lips.

Seeing that Snape's anti-curse effect is quite remarkable, and won't let Harry fall for a while, Dracula began to observe Snape with interest, appreciating his complex expression of disgust and worry.

Although Dracula could see Snape's purpose, the other little wizards did not have his vision.

Harry's good friend Hermione was very astute, and soon discovered Snape's muttering movements, and decided that he was the bad guy who was casting a curse on Harry.

So she immediately ran down the stands, and quickly ran towards the stand opposite where Snape was.

Hermione struggled through the crowd to the stand where Snape was.She walked quickly along the row of seats behind him, and even accidentally bumped into the back of Mr. Quirrell who was watching the excitement, causing him to fall to the seat in the front row.

"What...why are you in such a hurry, Miss Granger?" Quirrell turned around and asked stammeringly.

"I'm sorry, Mr. Quirrell, but I really don't have time to explain now!"

Apologizing casually, Hermione didn't stop at all, and came to Snape's side through all the hardships.

Taking advantage of all the attention of the people around him on Harry who was fighting with the broom, she squatted down in the chaos, drew out her wand, and whispered a few spells she had taught herself in her spare time.

Then, bright blue flames burst from her wand and rushed towards the hem of Snape's robes.

Hermione thought it was the most appropriate spell for the situation.

The blue bellflower flames are not as dangerous as real fire, they can be touched and penetrated without causing burns, but they can incinerate materials such as clothing and plants.Because of this, this kind of flame will not cause harm to innocent students, and it can be recovered at any time, so it is not easy for Snape to find out.

After about 30 seconds, Snape, who was concentrating on chanting the spell, realized that he was on fire, and had to look away from Harry for a moment.

Meanwhile, Hermione quickly pulled the blue bellflower flames away from him, into her pocket, and hurried back down the row of seats - Snape would never know what happened, she was sure.

But precisely at the moment when Snape withdrew his gaze, the counter-curse that had been in effect stopped.The brand new Nimbus 2000 completely lost control and threw Harry off the broom!

All the audience stood up and looked at Harry who was falling so fast in shock.

Hermione covered her mouth in surprise. She looked at Snape in front of her, and found that he had a panicked expression on his face - this expression had never appeared on Snape's face before. !

Snape frantically took his wand out of his sleeve, trying to use the Slowing Charm to save Harry.On the other side, Professor McGonagall also stretched out his wand in time, and uttered the incantation of the slowing spell——

"Arresto Momentum."

The next moment, the two professors were taken aback.

Their slowing spells have failed!

With the level of spellcasting of the two professors Snape and McGonagall, they have not encountered the situation where the spell has failed for many years.Now, in the emergency situation where Harry was about to fall, the slowing spells of the two suddenly lost their effect. This was undoubtedly a test of life and death for the young savior!

Harry, danger!

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On the other hand, the Gryffindor batsmen, the Weasley twins, have been trying to save Harry.

Early on when Harry's brooms moved, the two tried unsuccessfully to pull Harry onto one of their broomsticks—every time they got close to him, the broomsticks jumped higher.

After the action failed, they didn't care about winning or losing the Quidditch match and the bet with Slytherin, and flew towards the conspicuous black umbrella in the stands like crazy.

"Professor, can you save Harry? I know you can!"

"Yes, you are the professor Harry admires the most, don't let him down, professor!"

The two flew to the stands where Dracula was, and shouted anxiously.

Cedric under the umbrella also looked at him expectantly.

"Why, in your hearts, am I the kind of person who will not save me?" Dracula chuckled.

Seeing the smile on his face, the three little wizards were subconsciously relieved.

Watching Harry who was still falling rapidly, Dracula looked at Professor McGonagall and Snape whose spells had expired with some surprise, stretched out his hand and snapped his fingers.

Then, a big bat of the same style as the bat that caught Cedric fluttered out from under the parasol, and flew under Harry after a few flashes.

The big bat lightly caught Harry's falling body, and smoothly slid an arc downward, placing Harry on the soft turf of the Quidditch pitch.

In the sky, Ms. Hooch also rode her own broom and picked up Harry's Nimbus 2000 before it fell to the ground.

She fell to the ground and was about to take it back for a thorough inspection.

"Are you okay, Harry?" Ms. Hooch looked at Harry, who was covering his mouth as if he was about to vomit, and said worriedly, "Oh, poor kid, this is the first time I've ever been on stage. .”

"Don't worry, boy, the Slytherin team's shots when your broom is out of order won't count. You can compete next time."

As she spoke, Ms. Hooch pointed her wand at her throat, spreading the referee's voice throughout the audience——

"I declare that today's competition will be..."

"Wait, Ms. Hooch!"

Harry finally spat out the contents of his mouth, interrupting Ms Hooch just in time to deliver the sentence.

"I caught the Snitch!" he yelled, swinging the ball high above his head.

The game ended with cheers from Gryffindor and protests from Slytherin. After the referee's approval, Gryffindor won the final victory!

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In the chaos, in a corner where no one saw, a young wizard with black hair, handsome and sullen face quietly left the Quidditch pitch.

He has a blank diary in his hand, on which two words written in ink are gradually disappearing——

"Finite Incantatem."

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