From Beauxbatons to Hogwarts

While Calvin was in full swing experimenting (or torturing) on ​​Voldemort's soul, Harry Potter was preparing for his first Quidditch match.

Harry was languishing in the locker room. He couldn't sleep well in the past few days because the game was approaching. He didn't know what happened last night. The scar on his forehead was in severe pain and he couldn't sleep well all night. He planned to sleep well after the game today. Ask an adult about this, like Hagrid, like Professor Capet.

George looked at Harry's dark circles and hugged him: "Hey, Harry, are you nervous about today's game? Don't worry, we will definitely win today."

"It's okay, I'm not very nervous, it's just last night..." Harry didn't want to talk about the scar to others.

"Relax Harry, we have prepared a secret weapon today. We will definitely be able to beat the head of the gorilla captain on the opposite side with the Bludger." Fred said with a wink.

Harry knew that the gorilla captain Fred was talking about was Slytherin's Quidditch captain Marcus Flint, who was ridiculed as having troll blood, but he still became interested in the secret weapon the twins talked about.

"What secret weapon?"

I saw George mysteriously taking out a glass bottle filled with milk from his robe, opening the bottle cap, and letting Harry smell it.

Harry's expression suddenly changed, he cautiously took two steps back, and looked at the bottle of milk as if it were poison: "Is this the secret weapon you are talking about? Milk produced by the cows in Professor Capet's zoo?"

"It's the milk of the Polish Horned Cow," Fred said with a playful smile. "George and I have already figured out the dosage. As long as we drink the bottle cap, no one can stop the Bludgers played today. You want to Want some?"

Harry thought of the way Ron was tricked into drinking Mad Cow milk by these two people a few days ago——

Ron couldn't hold anything in his hand, and it was crushed into powder by him. He tried to stand up by holding on to the wall, but the whole wall was pushed by him. When he walked, he walked step by step, and the floor was broken.

Percy thought Ron was playing some prank and wanted to stop him, but Ron slapped him away.Later, it was Hermione who used the levitation spell to make Ron fly up to end the farce.

Harry swallowed: "I don't want it, I'm afraid I'll crush the Golden Snitch."

"Okay, let's drink it ourselves." George shrugged, preparing to pour himself a bottle of milk.

"Stop!" Hermione suddenly appeared in the dressing room, followed by Ron.

"Are you crazy? You drink crazy milk during the game, and you want Harry to drink it too." Ron shouted with his eyes widened.

"I remember Professor Capet said that you are not allowed to steal the milk of the Horned Cow anymore. After giving it to Ron last time, don't you think the matter is not big enough? You still want to use it in the competition today. This is cheating. , and also tricked Harry into drinking together." Hermione put her hands on her hips, pursed her lips into a straight line, and accused the Weasley twins in a barrage, looking like a little personality.

"Hermione, it's not that serious." Fred laughed, obviously not taking Hermione's words to heart.

Unexpectedly, Hermione sneered: "Okay, you can drink it, if you don't mind crushing your broom before breaking the Bludger."

"Uh," George felt a little embarrassed and silently put down the bottle, "Hermione, we were joking, haha."

Hermione snorted and capped the milk bottle, but she was worried about leaving the milk in the locker room. If someone drank this large bottle, something would happen, so she finally chose to take it with her and return it to Professor Capet after the game.

The Quidditch match soon began, but Gryffindor was in poor condition, and Slytherin's scoring efficiency was much higher than that of Gryffindor.This made Lee Jordan unhappy on the commentary desk.

The Slytherins cheered.No one seemed to notice that Harry's broomstick was behaving strangely.The broom twitched and twisted wildly as it slowly, higher and higher lifted Harry further away from the playing field.

"I don't know what Harry wants to do," Hagrid muttered.He looked carefully through the telescope. "If I didn't know him so well, I'd think he couldn't control his broom - but he can't..."

Sudden.The people in the stands all pointed upward at Harry.His broomstick began to tumble and roll, and Harry could barely hold on without falling.Suddenly, the broomstick twisted wildly again, and Harry was thrown off.He was now hanging on the broom handle with only one hand.

"When the Slytherin player hit him just now, was there something wrong with the broom handle?" Seamus whispered.

"Impossible," Hagrid said, his voice trembling slightly. "Nothing but powerful dark magic can interfere with a broomstick - it's impossible for a child to cast such magic on Nimbus 2000."

After hearing this, Hermione grabbed Hagrid's telescope. She did not raise her head to look at Harry, but began to look anxiously at the crowd.

"What are you doing?" Ron groaned, his face ashen.

"I'd guessed it," gasped Hermione, "it's Snape - look."

Ron grabbed the binoculars.Snape stood in the middle of the stands opposite them.His eyes were fixed on Harry and he was mumbling something silently.

"He's up to no good - jinxing the broomstick," said Hermione.

"What do we do?"

"Look at me."

Before Ron could say another word, Hermione disappeared.Ron pointed the telescope lens at Harry again.The broomstick was shaking so hard that Harry couldn't hang for much longer.He has been holding on for 5 minutes, no one knows how much longer he can hold on.

"Come on, Hermione," Ron whispered desperately.

Hermione came to the teachers' stand, struggled through the crowd, and finally arrived behind Snape. She squatted down, took out the milk bottle confiscated from the twins, poured out the cap of the bottle, drank it, and then punched Snape. Hit Pu on the back of the head.

Unexpectedly, Snape suddenly dodged Hermione's fist. Hermione couldn't hold back her hand and punched Professor Quirrell, who was sitting in front of Snape and was wearing a turban, on the back of the head. Professor Quirrell, oh... With a sound, he flew out.

This made Professor McGonagall very angry and deducted five points from Hermione on the spot.Fortunately, Hermione's punch caused enough chaos. High in the air, Harry sat firmly on the broom again, and Hermione returned to Ron with red eyes.

Soon, Harry was swooping towards the ground and was seen removing the Snitch from his mouth with his hands.Lee Jordan shouted with joy the result of the game - Gryffindor won by 170 points to [-] points.

Harry heard none of this, though.He returned to Hagrid's hut with Ron and Hermione, and the owner was making him a cup of strong tea.