Chapter 42: Senior Dumbledore’s Crisis
The game started, and Harry leisurely rode his broom, looking for traces of the Golden Snitch in the sky.
"Just stay aside." Wood came over and said, "Wait until you see the snitch. We don't want you to be attacked early."
"Okay, Captain." Harry nodded.
"Beautiful, Angelina Johnson, the chaser of the Gryffindor team, jumped up to catch the ball, and then spun around in a circle. She unexpectedly found that her spinning flight had thrown away all her opponents. ——The Slytherin defender behind him tried his best to pull on his pants, but he still couldn't resist it——Gryffindor, get ten points!" the commentator Lee Jordan shouted loudly.
"Yeah!" A burst of cheers belonging to the three houses came from the audience, mixed with the roar belonging to Slytherin.
After Gryffindor scored, it was Slytherin's counterattack.
It's just that Gryffindor's goalkeeper Wood is so good that they can't throw the ball past Wood into any goal.
"Look, Gryffindor is starting to fight back again - beautiful, Alia Spinnet, she is a talent discovered by Oliver Wood, and she was just a substitute last year..." Lee Jordan almost said with a He said the words in one breath: "Oh my god, this ball was stolen by Flint, the captain of Slytherin. Let's see how Gryffindor will respond next - oh, beautiful, Arya is like this The steal with one hand is not inferior to the previous one!”
"Oh no, what happened to Arya's pass? It actually passed the ball to the hands of a Slytherin player - Merlin's beard. Gryffindor was about to give up. Unexpectedly, a miracle came from heaven. An unintentional The long pass was knocked away and hit Angelina's well-developed chest muscles. Angelina took advantage of the situation and threw the ball into the goal. Gryffindor, another victory! "
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As soon as Lee Jordan finished his rant, Professor McGonagall slapped him on the back of the head.
"No commentary is allowed that has nothing to do with the competition!" Professor McGonagall glared at him.
Lee Jordan had no choice but to continue explaining honestly, but he lost the spirituality he had just now.
Gryffindor once again seized the opportunity to organize an attack. Harry was watching from the sky, but he heard Wood's horrified roar.
"Harry! No!"
Harry clicked on his clothes, activating the armor wards he had over his armor.
Flint, who hit the Bludger, smiled evilly. He was already imagining the tragic situation of Gryffindor's little seeker being shot down.
However, what no one expected was that there was a muffled sound in the sky.
Harry was unscathed, and the Bludger bounced away.
"Harry, are you okay?" Fred stepped forward quickly and hit the Bludger hard in Flint's direction.
"I'm fine." Harry patted his clothes without any sign of panic.
As soon as he finished answering, he saw a golden stream of light.
It's the Golden Snitch! He immediately pressed the broom head and accelerated hard to chase the light.
Terrence Higgins, the Slytherin team's seeker, also saw it. The two of them ran side by side towards the snitch - at this time, the chasers seemed to have forgotten what they should do. They were hovering in the air, watching the fight between the two men with bated breath.
Harry's broomstick is excellent and his flying ability is better than Higgins. He is already two positions ahead of his opponent.
"Danger!" Angelina's shrill reminder came from above.
Of course, Harry also noticed Marcus Flint who was coming towards him. He took a deep breath and prepared himself for the collision.
He also quietly turned his arm in a corner so that he could use his strongest elbow to defend himself.
"Bang!"
With a muffled sound, Flint let out a scream and flew out like a kite with a broken string.
Harry turned his head and gave Flint a wicked smile in mid-air.
Ah, this feeling is so good. But he didn't let him be happy for too long, and he found that the head of the broom sank suddenly.
What's going on?
Harry quickly lifted the broom to avoid the fate of crashing.
However, what followed was a violent shaking, as if the broom had become conscious and wanted to shake him down.
Who is it? Who's hexing my broom?
Harry immediately thought that someone was trying to harm him, but he had stayed at Hogwarts for so long and he hadn't made any enmity with anyone?
Malfoy? Oh no, although this kid hates me, he doesn't have the ability.
He clutched the broom tightly with his right hand and slapped the broom handle with his left hand.
"Finite (stop the curse)!" he shouted loudly.
The broom quickly stabilized, but before Harry could breathe a sigh of relief, it began to shake violently again.
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"Harry, look at Harry!" On the Gryffindor seat, Ron pointed to the sky and shouted in horror: "Harry's broom is out of control!"
Hermione snatched the telescope from Neville's hand and held it in front of her eyes.
"It shouldn't be - with Harry's flying skills and the fact that this is a new broom given to him by Professor McGonagall, how could this happen?" Ron muttered anxiously beside her.
"I know!" Hermione replied eagerly: "Shut up first! Ron! Let me see what's going on!"
She immediately took the telescope and looked in Snape's direction, and she got the desired result.
"I should have guessed it a long time ago!" Hermione put down the telescope and pressed it into Ron's arms: "Look, it's Snape! Snape is causing trouble! He has been looking straight at Harry, he’s still mumbling something, he must be trying to kill Harry!”
"But why?" Ron asked in confusion: "Isn't he a good friend of Harry's parents? Why did he curse Harry?"
"It doesn't matter so much!" Hermione raised her head and glanced at Harry worriedly, and said to Ron: "Look at me."
After that, she left Ron behind and hurriedly left the Gryffindor seat.
From the sky, Harry could feel that he was still struggling with the broom. From the corner of his eye, he glanced at the guest seat and saw Principal Dumbledore sitting firmly in his seat, showing no intention of helping.
No, Principal Dumbledore, are you just watching?
He secretly complained, are you just going to watch your senior being thrown off the broom?
Harry kept slapping curses on the broom, shaking it from side to side, pretending to have difficulty controlling the broom, and looking around to see what was going on.
He could land on the ground, but if he did, it would be difficult to find the person who put the curse on him.
It's better to take advantage of this opportunity to find out who is malicious to him.
Thinking like this, Harry cast a farsighted spell on himself, turned his gaze to the staff's seat, and noticed Snape, who was staring at him closely and mumbling something.
Could it be him?
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(End of chapter)