HP When Harry is a Genius

At eleven o'clock the next day, it seemed the whole school was in the stands around the Quidditch pitch.Many students also brought binoculars.The seats are literally raised to mid-air, but it's still hard to see the game at times.

Ron and Hermione made their way to the top row, joining Neville, Seamus and Dean, the West Ham fan.

To surprise Harry, the first-year Gryffindors painted a giant banner on a sheet that had been stained by little mouse Scabbers, saying "Potter must win".

Dean, who is good at painting, also drew a big Gryffindor lion below.Then, Hermione also cast a clever magic, so that the paint on the banner flashes different colors.

Meanwhile, in the changing room, Harry and the rest of the team were changing into their bright red Quidditch uniforms, the Slytherins in green.

After listening to Wood's pre-match mobilization, Harry followed Fred and George out of the locker room, and then walked towards the cheering stadium.

Harry saw the banner fluttering high, with the words "Potter Must Win" shining above the crowd, and his slightly nervous mood calmed down.

"Get on your broomsticks, everyone," said Mrs Hodge.

Harry stepped onto his Nimbus 2000.

Mrs. Hooch blew her silver whistle vigorously.

Fourteen broomsticks rose from the ground and rose high into the sky, and the race began.

"Excuse me, excuse me, give way." A tall half-giant appeared in the stands, looking for an empty seat.

"Hagrid!" Ron and Hermione called to him, pushing each other to make room for Hagrid to sit in.

"I watched it in my hut just now," said Hagrid, patting the big binoculars around his neck, "but it wasn't the same as watching a game in a crowd. The Snitch hasn't been seen yet, has it?"

"Haven't seen the Snitch yet!" said Ron. "Harry hasn't much to do just yet."

"As long as you don't get into trouble, you're lucky," said Hagrid, raising his binoculars and straining his eyes at a small dot in the sky—that was Harry.

Harry was high in the air, gliding lightly over the playing field, squinting his eyes to search for the shadow of the Snitch.

It's part of the game plan he and Wood have developed.

"You stay aside until you see the Snitch," Wood said. "We don't want you to be attacked early."

After Gryffindor's Angelina scored, Harry showed his delight by doing a few somersaults on his broom.

As he was doing somersaults, he heard "Potter! Potter!" from the audience - louder than Angelina's when she scored, and everyone was watching the Savior's Quidditch debut.

Everyone thought he was handsome, even though he just did some random somersaults.

Now Harry went back to looking for the Snitch.

Once, he suddenly saw a flash of gold, but it was only the reflection of one of the Weasley twins' watch.

Another time, a Bludger decided to come at him like a cannonball.

But Harry dodged and Fred came after the ball.

"All right, Harry!" cried Fred, and slammed the ball hard toward Marcus Flint.

Harry circled a few more fancy circles in the air, showing that he was so skilled that the Bludger couldn't hit him.

The audience cheered again, it seemed that no matter what Harry did, it could produce a cool and magical effect in the eyes of the audience.

Everyone has their own thick photo filter to observe the boys who survived, except the Slytherins.

The Slytherin stands have been quiet since the start of the game.

They never cheered for the savior, and they didn't cheer for their own team very much-because obviously, the weak voice of one of them could not overwhelm the sum of the other three Potter fan academies.

The Slytherin audience in the stands showed a very Buddhist attitude, truly watching the ball in a civilized way and protecting their throats.

At this moment, Harry saw the Snitch.

He swooped down, chasing the dazzling golden streamer.

However, something terrible happened.

Harry's broomstick gave a sudden, frighteningly violent jerk.

For a moment, Harry thought he was going to fall.

He gripped the handle of the broom tightly with both hands and clamped it tightly between his knees. He had never been so out of control of his broom.

here we go again!That abnormal violent shaking.It was as if the broomstick was trying desperately to throw him off.

Harry tried to turn towards the Gryffindor goalposts, intending to call Wood to a timeout as captain - but he found that his broom was completely out of control.

He couldn't turn it around, he couldn't direct it at all.

The broom turned left and right in the air, shaking violently from time to time, almost falling him off.

Harry was sure someone had jinxed his broom!Someone is trying to throw him off the broom!

He chanted the counter-curse incessantly.

"Slytherin got the ball! Flint got the Quaffle - passed to Arya - passed to Bell - was hit hard in the face by a Bludger, hoping to break his nose! Just kidding, professor, the Slytherin team scored!" Lee Jordan, who served as the commentator, was still talking endlessly.

The Slytherin crowd cheered, they finally started applauding their team!

No one seemed to notice that Harry's broomstick was behaving strangely.

Everyone thought Harry was still showing off.

However, it is becoming more and more abnormal.The broom twitched and twisted wildly all the way, slowly, higher and higher, pushing Harry away from the field.

"I don't know what Harry wants to do," muttered Hagrid, watching carefully through his binoculars. "If I didn't know him that well, I'd think he couldn't control his broom, but he can't..."

Sudden!All the people in the stands pointed to Harry in the sky in horror!

Harry's broomstick began to roll over and over, and he could barely hold it together.

Then there was another wild twist of the broomstick, and Harry was thrown off by it.

He was now holding the broom handle with only one hand, hanging in the air.

It looked shaky and dangerous.

"Is there something wrong with Harry's broom handle?" Seamus whispered.

"Impossible," said Hagrid, his voice trembling a little. "Nothing can interfere with a broomstick except powerful black magic, and it's impossible for a child to cast that kind of magic on a Nimbus 2000."

After hearing this, Hermione snatched Hagrid's binoculars. Instead of looking up at Harry, she began to look anxiously at the crowd.

"What are you doing?" Ron said in pain, his face ashen.

"Find the jinx!" gasped Hermione, pointing towards the Slytherin audience: "Look at Snape!"

Ron grabbed the telescope.

Snape stood in the middle of the stands opposite them, staring at Harry with dark eyes, muttering words silently.

He seemed to be chanting some spell on Harry.

"He can't be messing with Harry!" Ron said firmly. "Harry said that Snape was a good friend of his parents, and that Snape brought him back from the Muggle world."

"Then he is reciting the counter-curse to save Harry!" Hermione snatched back the binoculars, "I'll find someone else!"

"Come on!" said Ron anxiously.

Harry's broom was vibrating too much for him to hold on for much longer.

The audience all stood up and stared at him in horror.

The situation was so critical that they could no longer regard the danger in front of them as a savior's show.

They all performed prayer actions, hoping that the savior would be safe.

Except for the Slytherin spectators, who are now unreliable, shouting for their team to seize the opportunity to attack.

The Weasley twins flew up, trying to pull Harry safely onto one of their broomsticks, but couldn't - every time they got close to him, the broomstick jumped higher.

So the twins dropped a little and circled beneath Harry, apparently trying to catch him as he fell.

Marcus Flynn caught the Quaffle and hit five times, and the Slytherin stands erupted into cheers and cheers.

However, no one paid any attention to them, and everyone was nervously worried about Harry.

"Come on, Hermione!" Ron urged anxiously.

Hermione cried out in despair, "No one, except Snape, is casting spells!"

Suddenly, Harry was able to climb back onto the broomstick.

His broom calmed down.

There was a booing from the Slytherins, who seemed to hope that Harry would spend a little more time in the sky.

Ron said angrily: "If I didn't know that Snape wouldn't hurt Harry, just because of the virtue of these Slytherins, who would believe that their headmaster is innocent!"

"Neville, you can watch!" Hermione patted the seat next to her.

For the last five minutes, from the moment Harry's broom started to fail, Neville had been crying with his face buried in Hagrid's jacket.He was terrified, and seemed to be thinking about the tragic experience of falling from a high altitude and breaking his arm during his first flying lesson.

Harry swooped down on the ground so quickly that he landed on two feet and held his right hand high.

"I caught the Snitch!" he yelled, and the game ended in chaos.

Lee Jordan yelled joyously the result of the match - Gryffindor winning by 170 points to [-] points.

Harry paid no attention to this, though, and walked straight to the Slytherin stands.He stopped after two meters and grinned at Snape who was sitting in the top row of the stands.

Although Harry himself had been reciting the counter-curse just now, it was impossible for him to stabilize the situation so quickly with his own strength. Harry guessed that Snape must also be reciting the counter-curse to help him.

The people in Slytherin were all puzzled and looked at each other in blank dismay.

Pansy pushed Draco with his elbow: "Who is he smiling at? Aren't you sitting here?"

Draco shook his head suspiciously.