v2 Chapter 63： Professor Quirrell of "Spontaneous Combustion" (thanks to the Dharma Protector "? Yanyan? Gang-folded?/a>
As Mrs. Hooch blew the silver whistle, fifteen broomsticks rose from the ground and rose high into the sky.
Li, who was a commentator, also started explaining the game aloud.
"The Quaffle was picked up right away by Angelina Johnson in Gryffindor - what a Chaser and what a charming look.
No, this is definitely not a confession, I just accidentally conveyed my heart, of course if she is willing to date me..."
"Jordan!"
"I'm sorry, Professor."
Li immediately began to explain in a serious manner, but after a few words, he began to talk nonsense again.
Lee's commentary affected many players, especially Fred, who almost smashed the Bludger into the commentary.
"Hey, Fred, don't be impulsive!" George rode on the broom and comforted loudly: "I know Lee just said something bad about me, it's okay, I'll teach him a lesson after the game!"
But Fred ignored George, his eyes fixed on Angelina's ball.
More precisely, the Quaffle in the girl's hand.
Angelina's skills are better than last year. She started the fast break, scored two goals in a row, and scored 20 points.
The crowd cheered everywhere, but Slytherin wasn't bad, otherwise he wouldn't have won the Quidditch Cup for a few years.
Their foul tactics are well used, and all kinds of small moves emerge one after another.
Without the command of Captain Charlie Weasley, Wood did not do well, and Slytherin quickly chased the score back.
William quickly assessed the strength of the two teams, and Gryffindor adopted a new tactic this time in order to take care of Harry.
Harry didn't participate in the teamwork at all, but hovered at the highest point with all his heart, carefully looking for the Golden Snitch.
There are pros and cons to this play.
Quidditch is a seven-man game, and the Seeker is also an important part of the tactic, not just looking for the Snitch.
It's like when Charlie was still in the team, he was always looking for the Golden Snitch, and he kept checking out.
This method can effectively pinch and press the chaser to pass the ball.
As long as the pass has the opportunity to steal the ground.
To put it bluntly, Harry is still young now, but his flying talent is very good, but his tactical literacy is poor.
But these are not problems, no one is born to play Quidditch.
Halfway through the game, Gryffindor had gained a slight advantage.
But at this moment, Harry's broomstick behaved strangely.
The broom seemed to have eaten a powerful pill, twitching and twisting frantically all the way, slowly and higher and higher away from the arena.
"I don't know what Harry is trying to do, is the Snitch in the clouds?" Hagrid muttered. He looked carefully through the telescope.
I don't know if it's in the clouds or not, but Harry is going to be side by side with the sun soon.
"If I hadn't known him, I would have thought he couldn't control his broom—but he couldn't..."
It soon became clear that something was really wrong with Harry's broom.
"Did there be a problem with the broom handle when Flint ran into him just now?" Ron whispered.
"Impossible," Qiu shook his head. "Brooms have been tested for earthquake resistance before the competition."
"Indeed, apart from powerful black magic, nothing can interfere with a broomstick - it is even less likely that a normal collision will cause the Nimbus 1700 to malfunction." Cedric analyzed with professional knowledge.
Harry was still using the Nimbus 1700, which was updated uniformly by the college. Wood once proposed to buy him a Nimbus 2000, but Professor McGonagall refused.
This series is not bad, and the twins bought the Nimbus 2000 with their own money, and there are two more, so there is no need to spend money.
If the broom was bad, Professor McGonagall might consider buying a new one, but that's not the case at all right now.
Hermione held William's binoculars, and instead of looking up at Harry, she began to look anxiously at the crowd.
"William you're right, Professor Snape is innocent!" Hermione gasped. "It's Quirrell—look!"
Hermione handed the binoculars to William, Quirrell sat in the middle of the side stand, his eyes fixed on Harry, and his mouth murmured silently.
"He must be spelling the broomstick." Ron also said loudly, taking Hagrid's telescope.
After William's guidance, they both locked their eyes on Professor Quirrell.
"William, can you interfere with Quirrell's curse without casting magic?" Hermione asked.
"Someone's already doing it, or Harry would have fallen off the broom."
William looked through the binoculars and found that Professor Snape was also staring at Harry and chanting the spell.
Tsk tsk... I really love her, I love her son.
William comforted: "Don't worry, there are so many professors here, if Harry falls, the professors will use the floating spell in time."
In fact, at this time, Wood should call for a pause, and Mrs. Hooch should find out the problem in time, instead of letting Harry "broom shake" in the sky!
This once again shows Mrs. Hooch's lack of ability to deal with emergencies.
"What shall we do? If this goes on, Gryffindor will lose." Ron paled.
"Look at me." Hermione thought about it and left her seat.
The Gryffindors were all around Harry, while Slytherin's Marcus Flint took the opportunity to catch the Quaffle and made five hits, but no one noticed him.
On the cheekiness, or Flint is better.
Professor Trelawney, an old woman who has not left the top floor of the North Tower for a long time, came to watch the game today in a very quiet and thoughtful manner.
At this moment, she took up two positions by herself, and was sitting cross-legged on the chair, staring at the prophecy ball in her hand, and she shouted:
"Ah, I sense... the darkness is approaching, getting closer, a terrible feeling... the future is blurry, someone is about to fall, is that the boy from the sky..."
Hermione made her way through the crowd, turning left and right, accidentally bumping into Trelawney, knocking her off the audience.
Trelawney fell before the next row of auditorium and scolded a foul language that started with f: "I just said it's not advisable to go out today!"
When Hermione was at Quirrell at last, she crouched down, drew her wand, and whispered a spell.
Bright blue flames sprang from her wand and rushed towards Quirrell's long scarf dangling from his waist.
It took about thirty seconds for Quirrell to realize that he was on fire, and the flames on the scarf were about to burn to the back of his head.
Quirrell was terrified, but he didn't dare to take off his scarf, so he slapped the back of his head with his hand.
"Fight the fire!"
"Hurry up and put out the fire!"
Many people used their clothes to pull the flames of Quirrell's head with great force.
Snape stopped chanting, and he looked at Quirrell, who had burst into flames, in confusion.
His eyes flickered, and suddenly his wand waved, and a stream of icy water shot down the back of Quirrell's head.
The flames were quickly extinguished, but Quirrell still didn't take off his strange clothes and charred scarf, but turned and ran towards the castle.
Harry was all right at last, and he rode on his broom and swooped down toward the ground.
He was seen covering his mouth with his hands as if he was about to vomit - he fell to the ground and pulled a golden object out of his mouth.
"I got the Snitch!" he yelled, swinging the ball over his head, and the game ended in chaos.
"He didn't catch the Snitch, he almost swallowed it."
Twenty minutes later Flint was still roaring indignantly, as if he wasn't the one who sneaked the Quaffle into the frame.
Lee Jordan happily shouted the result - Gryffindor won 220-100.
William didn't care, though, he was still staring at Quirrell running through his binoculars.
He became interested in what was under Quirrell's scarf.
...
...
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Li, who was a commentator, also started explaining the game aloud.
"The Quaffle was picked up right away by Angelina Johnson in Gryffindor - what a Chaser and what a charming look.
No, this is definitely not a confession, I just accidentally conveyed my heart, of course if she is willing to date me..."
"Jordan!"
"I'm sorry, Professor."
Li immediately began to explain in a serious manner, but after a few words, he began to talk nonsense again.
Lee's commentary affected many players, especially Fred, who almost smashed the Bludger into the commentary.
"Hey, Fred, don't be impulsive!" George rode on the broom and comforted loudly: "I know Lee just said something bad about me, it's okay, I'll teach him a lesson after the game!"
But Fred ignored George, his eyes fixed on Angelina's ball.
More precisely, the Quaffle in the girl's hand.
Angelina's skills are better than last year. She started the fast break, scored two goals in a row, and scored 20 points.
The crowd cheered everywhere, but Slytherin wasn't bad, otherwise he wouldn't have won the Quidditch Cup for a few years.
Their foul tactics are well used, and all kinds of small moves emerge one after another.
Without the command of Captain Charlie Weasley, Wood did not do well, and Slytherin quickly chased the score back.
William quickly assessed the strength of the two teams, and Gryffindor adopted a new tactic this time in order to take care of Harry.
Harry didn't participate in the teamwork at all, but hovered at the highest point with all his heart, carefully looking for the Golden Snitch.
There are pros and cons to this play.
Quidditch is a seven-man game, and the Seeker is also an important part of the tactic, not just looking for the Snitch.
It's like when Charlie was still in the team, he was always looking for the Golden Snitch, and he kept checking out.
This method can effectively pinch and press the chaser to pass the ball.
As long as the pass has the opportunity to steal the ground.
To put it bluntly, Harry is still young now, but his flying talent is very good, but his tactical literacy is poor.
But these are not problems, no one is born to play Quidditch.
Halfway through the game, Gryffindor had gained a slight advantage.
But at this moment, Harry's broomstick behaved strangely.
The broom seemed to have eaten a powerful pill, twitching and twisting frantically all the way, slowly and higher and higher away from the arena.
"I don't know what Harry is trying to do, is the Snitch in the clouds?" Hagrid muttered. He looked carefully through the telescope.
I don't know if it's in the clouds or not, but Harry is going to be side by side with the sun soon.
"If I hadn't known him, I would have thought he couldn't control his broom—but he couldn't..."
It soon became clear that something was really wrong with Harry's broom.
"Did there be a problem with the broom handle when Flint ran into him just now?" Ron whispered.
"Impossible," Qiu shook his head. "Brooms have been tested for earthquake resistance before the competition."
"Indeed, apart from powerful black magic, nothing can interfere with a broomstick - it is even less likely that a normal collision will cause the Nimbus 1700 to malfunction." Cedric analyzed with professional knowledge.
Harry was still using the Nimbus 1700, which was updated uniformly by the college. Wood once proposed to buy him a Nimbus 2000, but Professor McGonagall refused.
This series is not bad, and the twins bought the Nimbus 2000 with their own money, and there are two more, so there is no need to spend money.
If the broom was bad, Professor McGonagall might consider buying a new one, but that's not the case at all right now.
Hermione held William's binoculars, and instead of looking up at Harry, she began to look anxiously at the crowd.
"William you're right, Professor Snape is innocent!" Hermione gasped. "It's Quirrell—look!"
Hermione handed the binoculars to William, Quirrell sat in the middle of the side stand, his eyes fixed on Harry, and his mouth murmured silently.
"He must be spelling the broomstick." Ron also said loudly, taking Hagrid's telescope.
After William's guidance, they both locked their eyes on Professor Quirrell.
"William, can you interfere with Quirrell's curse without casting magic?" Hermione asked.
"Someone's already doing it, or Harry would have fallen off the broom."
William looked through the binoculars and found that Professor Snape was also staring at Harry and chanting the spell.
Tsk tsk... I really love her, I love her son.
William comforted: "Don't worry, there are so many professors here, if Harry falls, the professors will use the floating spell in time."
In fact, at this time, Wood should call for a pause, and Mrs. Hooch should find out the problem in time, instead of letting Harry "broom shake" in the sky!
This once again shows Mrs. Hooch's lack of ability to deal with emergencies.
"What shall we do? If this goes on, Gryffindor will lose." Ron paled.
"Look at me." Hermione thought about it and left her seat.
The Gryffindors were all around Harry, while Slytherin's Marcus Flint took the opportunity to catch the Quaffle and made five hits, but no one noticed him.
On the cheekiness, or Flint is better.
Professor Trelawney, an old woman who has not left the top floor of the North Tower for a long time, came to watch the game today in a very quiet and thoughtful manner.
At this moment, she took up two positions by herself, and was sitting cross-legged on the chair, staring at the prophecy ball in her hand, and she shouted:
"Ah, I sense... the darkness is approaching, getting closer, a terrible feeling... the future is blurry, someone is about to fall, is that the boy from the sky..."
Hermione made her way through the crowd, turning left and right, accidentally bumping into Trelawney, knocking her off the audience.
Trelawney fell before the next row of auditorium and scolded a foul language that started with f: "I just said it's not advisable to go out today!"
When Hermione was at Quirrell at last, she crouched down, drew her wand, and whispered a spell.
Bright blue flames sprang from her wand and rushed towards Quirrell's long scarf dangling from his waist.
It took about thirty seconds for Quirrell to realize that he was on fire, and the flames on the scarf were about to burn to the back of his head.
Quirrell was terrified, but he didn't dare to take off his scarf, so he slapped the back of his head with his hand.
"Fight the fire!"
"Hurry up and put out the fire!"
Many people used their clothes to pull the flames of Quirrell's head with great force.
Snape stopped chanting, and he looked at Quirrell, who had burst into flames, in confusion.
His eyes flickered, and suddenly his wand waved, and a stream of icy water shot down the back of Quirrell's head.
The flames were quickly extinguished, but Quirrell still didn't take off his strange clothes and charred scarf, but turned and ran towards the castle.
Harry was all right at last, and he rode on his broom and swooped down toward the ground.
He was seen covering his mouth with his hands as if he was about to vomit - he fell to the ground and pulled a golden object out of his mouth.
"I got the Snitch!" he yelled, swinging the ball over his head, and the game ended in chaos.
"He didn't catch the Snitch, he almost swallowed it."
Twenty minutes later Flint was still roaring indignantly, as if he wasn't the one who sneaked the Quaffle into the frame.
Lee Jordan happily shouted the result - Gryffindor won 220-100.
William didn't care, though, he was still staring at Quirrell running through his binoculars.
He became interested in what was under Quirrell's scarf.
...
...
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