The Pacifist Necromancer of Hogwarts

With a whistle, the game begins. Red and green uniforms were flying around the field, and several balls were flying in front of Anthony's eyes. Hagrid was explaining loudly next to him, so he couldn't hear what Jordan was saying in the commentary box.

Did you see that ball? That's the Quaffle. Ah, Angelina, good girl, fly! Fly, Angelina! Oh oh - Hagrid roared, Pass, did you see it? Henry? Pass the ball!

Anthony rubbed his ears without any trace and echoed: Yes, pass the ball!

Harry flies so high! Hagrid held up the big telescope and looked at the sky from a distance. Look, how well he flies!

Anthony squinted his eyes and looked up at the sky. Under the bright sunshine, he could only see a small human figure floating quietly in the sky, as if it had nothing to do with the game.

The stadium suddenly echoed with cheers, and he looked back to find that Gryffindor had scored.

Anthony asked the bearded commentator beside him: What's going on?

I don't know! I'm looking at Harry! Hagrid clapped vigorously, Okay! Gryffindor!

Anthony shrugged, clapped his hands and turned to Ron and asked: What just happened?

Angelina scores a goal! Ron yelled, scratching his neck amidst Hagrid's excited shouts. She's the Chaser and just threw the Quaffle into the Slytherin post!

Which side is Slytherin's goalpost? Anthony asked. He found that Ron spoke much more clearly than Hagrid.

Hagrid slapped Anthony hard on the back: Look, Harry can do somersaults so well! It's like he has grown into a broomstick!

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Snitch! Ron shouted, Ah, Slytherin too - Harry is faster! He nervously grabbed the railing and leaned half of his body out.

A big man from the Slytherin team suddenly rushed out and knocked Harry's broomstick out of position. Ron jerked his upper body back, as if he had been hit. He let out a roar of angry frustration.

The Gryffindors around Anthony were all shouting. Hagrid's voice was as loud as thunder, and Anthony's ears were filled with his angry shouts.

Despicable! Shameless! Hagrid roared, slamming his big hand on the back of the seat in the front row, startling the Gryffindor who was stamping his feet and shouting slogans.

The kid who was holding the sheets at the beginning yelled angrily: Red card! Referee! Send him off!

Anthony, the Muggle Studies professor, gave him a second look. What he shouted was exactly what was going on in his Muggle brain.

Mrs. Hooch blew the whistle angrily and said something to the players on both sides.

Anthony couldn't understand again: What are you doing?

I don't know. The Gryffindor who shouted the red card said angrily, It's not the punishment they deserve anyway.

Ron absentmindedly explained to him and Anthony what a free kick was. His eyes roamed the field, trying to help Harry find the missing Golden Snitch.

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What are you doing Harry? Hagrid muttered, frowning in confusion, using his binoculars to follow the broom that was wandering off the field. Anthony looked over after him. Harry rose higher and higher, higher and higher, dangerously high...

Is this some difficult Quidditch move? Anthony asked doubtfully, taking Hagrid's telescope, No, it's not quite right...

Harry struggled on the broom, his hands clenching until they turned white, gritting his teeth and staring at his broom, trying to push it down. The broom stubbornly rose higher and higher, twisting and rolling, trying desperately to throw him off. He seemed to be taming the horse in mid-air.

Now everyone noticed something was wrong with him. People in the stands stood up one after another, pointing at Harry and talking. Lee Jordan's voice was drowned in the audience's discussion. No one is paying attention to the game anymore.

There was chaos on the field, and the Slytherin team took the opportunity to throw in several Quaffles.

Suspend the game! Anthony shouted to Mrs. Huo Qi, loud voice! Pause the game!

Mrs. Hooch was on the other side of the court and didn't seem to hear him. She just looked at Harry nervously in the air. The wand had been drawn out, but it was still holding it in the air.

The captain didn't signal a timeout! Oh my God, Harry! Hagrid gasped. Now he really sounds like a narrator.

What is Mrs. Hooch doing? Anthony asked.

She's waiting for the opportunity. Hermione said nervously, speaking as fast as endorsement, If there is a serious foul or emergency on the court, the referee can intervene in the game.

This must be an emergency! Ron shouted.

Hermione said anxiously: I know, but she needs to aim! Harry's broom is shaking so much!

Oh my God, my God, my God, Hagrid muttered. We need protection at the World Cup stadium.

Harry's broom trembled violently, and there was a gasp from the stands. Harry was thrown off it. He was now clinging to the broom handle with only one hand, dangling in the air.

Anthony looked around and grabbed the sheet in Ron's hand: Get bigger quickly!

A huge sheet was suspended in mid-air, blocking half of the stands. He shouted to the sky: Jump, Potter!

Harry was focused on fighting the broom. He gritted his teeth and hung on the broom, trying to turn over and step back.

Neville squeezed his toad and made a croaking sound.

Anthony couldn't wait any longer. He raised his wand and shouted: Here comes the jersey Harry Potter is wearing! (Note 1)

As if the pause button was suddenly pressed, the player in the red jersey in the air and his broom paused, and then Harry couldn't help but fly straight to Anthony - thank God, he had risen high enough and didn't have to think about flying. Avoid the doorposts as you come - still clutching the broom firmly in your hand.

Even though the sheets had been used as a buffer net in advance, Harry still hit the stands like a cannonball.

He rushed into the sheets and collided hard with Anthony. The broom made long drag marks on the ground and swept up a small amount of dust. Just like a good broom should.

Harry somersaulted, sat up, and struggled to poke his head out from under the covers. One leg of his glasses hung from his ear, and the other leg was stuck in his messy hair. The words Potter Must Win were randomly wrapped around him, flashing in brilliant colors, and the Gryffindor lion underneath the banner was wrinkled. His broom lay docile on the ground.

What are you doing, Henry! Hagrid exclaimed.

Harry shouted angrily and aggrievedly: I'm under control! Just now, I almost fell over!

There was a sudden cheer from the Slytherin side. They took advantage of the chaos and got the Golden Snitch.

Note 1: It was originally Harry Potter Flying In, but there were a lot of comments about whether he could summon living creatures (Harry summoned frogs in the original book) and whether he could summon people... which was not the focus of this plot. , it was changed to avoid controversy. Anyway, the effect is the same.

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In this chapter, Anthony A. Helped Slytherin win the game B. Prevented Snape's robes from being burned C. Used Potter must win to block the sight of Voldemort Quirrell D. All of the above