The Pacifist Necromancer of Hogwarts

There was chaos on the court. The Gryffindor players landed around Mrs. Hooch in protest, while the Slytherin Seeker held the Golden Snitch high above his head and showed it to the people in the stands.

The Gryffindors around Anthony booed.

Invalid! Invalid! The student who had shouted red card before, Dean Thomas, organized everyone to pat the railing in unison. Slowly, Hufflepuff and Ravenclaw joined the ranks. Cries of invalid echoed over the stadium.

As any reasonable person would agree, the audience felt that the result should be invalidated - Gryffindor demanded a rematch - said Lee Jordan. Slytherin took advantage of the situation and despicably obtained the Golden Snitch. ——”

Professor McGonagall had no time to correct his wording at the moment. She was walking quickly through the crowd, coming to the group of angry Gryffindors. Snape clapped his hands triumphantly, and said with fake regret as she passed by: Oh, Minerva, it was a little worse.

Professor McGonagall pouted and walked next to Harry.

We could have won! Harry yelled angrily, I almost - I - I saw that golden light when I was summoned -

Hermione pulled him out of the covers: Oh, don't think about the snitch. Are you okay, Harry? Are you hurt?

Professor McGonagall also asked: Are you feeling uncomfortable somewhere, Potter?

Jordan was still explaining from a distance: The game was not suspended when the Golden Snitch was caught, and the referee declared the score valid - hell - well, let's congratulate Slytherin for somehow winning.

The boos were already loud.

The Gryffindor players surrounded Mrs. Hooch and gestured fiercely to the sky, imitating the tumbling broom, but their argument seemed to make her decision firmer: If Potter was in the situation just now, If I get the Snitch next time, I will give Gryffindor the victory! They didn’t break any rules!

Hagrid shouted: This is unreasonable! The rules of Quidditch should be changed!

Wood hammered the post in frustration and flew over to check on his precious (but ineffective in this match) Seeker while the others were still yelling at Mrs. Hooch.

Ron, Hermione, Neville and Dean surrounded Harry. Harry was repeatedly assuring his friends that he had not broken it. When he saw Wood coming over, he immediately shouted: Wood, I saw it! When I was summoned, the Snitch was right next to me! It was just a little bit close, I almost took it. Swallow it!

Wood comforted him gloomily: Slytherin is lucky today. His expression seemed to be that he planned to make the Slytherins less lucky as soon as the professor left.

Anthony picked up Harry's broom and looked at it. It looks like an ordinary broom, no different from the Nimbus 2000 in the window. With his level, he can at least guarantee that there is no undead magic on it.

Minerva, look. He handed the broomstick over, What happened just now?

What happened just now! Wood shouted, his anger seemed to be suddenly ignited, Do you want to hear the person involved? Harry had regained control of the broom, and then with a swipe, he rushed into a large building A piece of cloth, and Slytherin got the Golden Snitch! Tell me what happened!

Wood! Are you going to lecture the professor? Professor McGonagall glared at him warningly, You are the captain! There is something wrong with Potter's broom, but you only care about the Golden Snitch!

Wood flinched under her glare.

There is a problem with the light wheel. We still have a spare broom. Sweeping Seven Stars, Comet 290... He muttered quietly, But there is only one competition with Slytherin this year... Our ranking...

Professor McGonagall stared at him fiercely, and Wood shook his head and swallowed the rest of his words.

Harry seemed to have no problem with what he said. He was even more frustrated than Wood.

…

Even though Professor McGonagall was about to take the broom apart, she still didn't find anything wrong. It seems that Harry's broomstick just decided to perform a backflip and twirl in the air for two and a half weeks on a whim.

Slytherin was even more proud.

Potter, what's the matter, can't you sit still on the broomstick? they shouted, It's the broom that's not going to fly well, and it's the dog that's failing to eat. This is a very unique way to attract people's attention!

Anthony took a step forward silently, held on to the railing of the stand, and stared at the group of Slytherins. The other party's half-sentence of ridicule was stuck in his throat, and he felt embarrassed after saying it out without confidence, so he pursed his lips and went back.

His title among students has now changed from Anthony who never deducts points to Anthony who deducts all Slytherin points.

After Neville fell into the lake, the Slytherin student who caused the accident must have angered Snape during the confinement, so that Snape deducted points from Slytherin for the first time.

Having the dean deduct points seemed like a huge punishment. For a while, even people in their own college didn't talk to them very much. And of course they put the blame on Anthony, causing Anthony's reputation in Slytherin to be so great that he didn't look like a newly hired Muggle Studies professor.

The game was over, and the spectators in the stands dispersed angrily. Ron and Hermione comforted Harry, while Professor McGonagall decided to talk to Mrs. Hooch: she was quite sure that there had been a previous game that had its results canceled due to unexpected circumstances, and decided to request a rematch as usual.

Every game in the Quidditch season is important, she said to Anthony. I don't want Gryffindor to be ranked so low.

Oh, Henry. Hagrid stuffed the telescope into his pocket and said frustratedly, You shouldn't have interrupted the game... Harry flies so well...

Anthony shook his head: But I thought Potter would fall.

But the game... Hagrid insisted.

Anthony asked in surprise: Is the game more important than Potter's life? He thought Hagrid and Potter were friends.

He'll be fine, Hagrid said firmly. There hasn't been a death from Quidditch at Hogwarts in years. I mean, maybe a broken arm or something... His voice trailed off. It went down.

Or break your neck, Anthony said. Just an unlucky angle.

They walked off the stands while chatting. In the distance, Professor McGonagall seemed to have convinced Mrs. Hooch, and now it was Snape's turn to frown and gesture.

Professor Quirrell, Hagrid greeted gruffly. It's really annoying, isn't it?

Quirrell looked pale and frustrated. He was wrapped in a wizard's robe and sat at the bottom of the stand in a daze. He trembled when he heard Hagrid's greeting: Yes, yes.

If the next update can catch up to midnight, everything will be normal. If not, it will be made up for the third update tomorrow. Someone may have noticed that my IP is running around... I've been quite busy recently.