Harry Potter: Glory Bows to Me

Madam Hooch blew her whistle vigorously several times.

But the two Quidditch players who were fighting in anger had no time to pay attention to her. They just wanted to avenge the kick they had just received in time -

Madam Hooch angrily pulled out her wand.

"Incarcerous——"

A bundle of ropes flew out from the tip of her wand and tied up Puse, who was holding Wood's waist and his head.

She used several binding spells in succession to tie up the fighting team members like dumplings.

Marcus and Wood lay on the ground, gasping for breath, glaring at each other even though they were tied up.

While Madam Hooch had Bol tied up, the Weasley twins punched and kicked him.

When Madam Hooch's wand was pointed at them again, the Weasley twins stopped in time, raised their hands and began to argue in a slick manner.

"Madam Hooch, don't tie us up. I wasn't the first to do that—"

"It wasn't me! It was that big guy Bor who rushed over first—"

As for the Slytherin stands, Draco and Harry looked pale.

The six of them had dully lowered their arms that had been holding the "Amanta Merlin Will Win" banner, which lay crookedly on the side, looking a little miserable.

Goyle and Crabbe had confused looks on their faces. They looked at each other and opened their mouths, not knowing what to say.

The expression on Bryce's face was mysterious, and his eyes moved among the crowd, as if trying to find out who was the culprit behind all this.

As for Sirio, he just raised his eyebrows slightly when Amanta and Spalao disappeared, and then quickly returned to his indifferent expression.

"Amanta..."

Draco's eyes were wide and his lips were bloodless.

He had searched the sky for more than a dozen times before he confirmed that Amanta had really disappeared.

As for Spallau, who cares?

He hoped something would happen to the guy who almost knocked Amanta down.

Harry was worried and at a loss.

"Where on earth is Amanta... No way, it's impossible... Could it be Voldemort again?"

Hearing his words, Draco could no longer sit still.

"I'm going to find the Godfather!"

Draco threw down the banner, quickly pushed through the crowd, and rushed towards the stand where Snape was.

Looking at his back, Harry reacted quickly. He followed Draco, pushing aside the crowd who were watching the fun and squeezed through with difficulty.

"Draco, wait, I'm coming too!"

There was also a lot of whispering in the teacher's seat.

Flitwick and Professor McGonagall were whispering to each other.

Snape stood up first, his deep black eyes scanned the crowd coldly, then he walked in front of Professor McGonagall.

"Minerva, you should have noticed—"

He spoke with a hint of meaning, and his cold tone contained a subtle anger.

Jordan subconsciously made way for him.

Professor Flitwick responded sharply, "I'm sure there's no professor who wouldn't see that. Who, who made the Snitch into a Portkey? And who was in charge of checking it?"

Professor McGonagall adjusted her glasses with shaking hands.

"Compared to this, I am more concerned about the current location of Miss Merlin and Mr. Spalow - is it a joke or some evil conspiracy..."

"I hope this is just a joke. Minerva, you know what's happening around them, right? Who is behind all this -"

Snape's brows were wrinkled into the shape of the Chinese character "川".

Hagrid squeezed over from the side angrily, cursing loudly. The words he shouted could be heard from a long distance away.

"Where's Amanta? Are all of you professors just here to do nothing? In Hogwarts! At the Quidditch match, two living students disappeared in front of everyone - and you have no reaction to this?!"

As if suddenly awakened by his words, Professor Trelawney took out a crystal ball from somewhere, opened her huge and bulging eyes, and muttered to herself in a mysterious and chaotic tone.

"I saw it—I saw it! The death of two students, a boy and a girl—"

Her eyes opened wider and she moved her hand away from the crystal ball as if she had been electrocuted.

"Oh my God! In the name of Merlin... Such a miserable and horrible death, such a tragic fate... This is the first time I have seen it..."

Hagrid interrupted irritably.

"If you can see anything, tell us where they are now--"

Professor Trelawney seemed not to have heard him, and continued to hold the chaotic crystal ball and mutter to herself crazily.

"Lockhart, as a Defense Against the Dark Arts professor, and the most capable of our professors, I think you know what to do."

Snape raised his eyebrows slightly and looked at Lockhart, who was trying to wrap himself up in a golden cloak, trying to make himself less conspicuous.

"Well, tracking underage wizards, I think this matter should be left to professionals in the Ministry of Magic. There is no sign that this must be related to the dark magic, right? At least as a professional in Defense Against the Dark Arts, I don't sense any dark aura-"

Lockhart's face turned pale, as if he had never expected that he would be called again.

"Anyone can see that it's just a portkey. Maybe someone is playing a harmless joke on them. In a few days, we'll see them appearing in Hogsmeade in a dusty state—"

"Where's Dumbledore?"

Hagrid asked gruffly, not having the patience to listen to his defense.

Professor McGonagall smoothed back a stray lock of hair in annoyance.

"Fudge always likes to ask Albus to solve some problems recently... If you don't have the ability, you shouldn't take this position."

Professor Sprout comforted her gently: "But there are not so many talented people in the wizarding world. Old Fudge is, in a sense, somewhat responsible—"

"I don't think it's responsible to shirk responsibility."

Professor McGonagall retorted harshly.

Hagrid waved his hands. "What are you talking about? I don't care about any of this! I only care about Amenta's safety!"

Professor Flitwick stood up from his chair.

"There may be nothing we can do about this matter. The Portkey? There is no trace of it! Our only hope now is the Ministry of Magic -"

Snape nodded slightly.

"Underage wizards have tracking threads on their bodies. If they use magic outside, they will be discovered immediately. Minerva, contact the Ministry of Magic immediately and have them rush to the location of the tracking thread."