some magical Hogwarts

Chapter 162 Professor Qiluo of "Spontaneous Combustion"
As Mrs. Hooch blew the silver whistle, fifteen broomsticks rose from the ground and soared high into the sky.

As a commentator, Li also began to explain the game loudly.

"The Quaffle was immediately picked up by Angelina Johnson of Gryffindor - what a Chaser and charming looking.

No, I am definitely not confessing, 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 table.

"Hey, Fred, don't be impulsive!" George rode on the broom and comforted loudly: "I know Li just said bad things about me, it's okay, I'll teach him after the game!"

But Fred ignored George, his eyes fixed on Angelina's ball.

More precisely, the Quaffle that the girl is holding.

Angelina's skills are better than last year. She started fast, scored two goals and scored [-] points.

The crowd cheered everywhere, but Slytherin's strength is not bad, otherwise he wouldn't have won the Quidditch Cup for several years.

Their foul tactics are used very well, and various small moves emerge in endlessly.

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 did not participate in 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 style of play.

Quidditch is a seven-person game, and the Seeker is also an important part of the tactics, not just looking for the Golden Snitch.

It's like when Charlie was still in the team, he was always looking for the golden snitch while keeping the slots.

This technique can effectively pinch and pressure the Chaser to pass the ball.

As long as you pass the ball, you will have a chance to steal it.

To put it bluntly, Harry is still young now, but his flying talent is very good, but his tactical quality 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 broom behaved abnormally.

The broom seems to have taken a powerful pill, twitching and twisting crazily all the way, slowly and higher and higher away from the field.

"I don't know what Harry wants to do, is the Snitch in the clouds?" Hagrid muttered.He watched carefully through the binoculars.

Don't know if he's in the clouds or not, but soon Harry will be shoulder to shoulder with the sun.

"If I hadn't known him, I'd have thought he couldn't control his broom—but he couldn't..."

It didn't take long for everyone to realize that something was wrong with Harry's broom.

"Did something happen to the broomstick when Flint bumped into him just now?" Ron asked softly.

"Impossible," Qiu shook his head, "The competition brooms have undergone special anti-seismic tests before the competition."

"Indeed, apart from powerful black magic, nothing can interfere with a broomstick—ordinary collisions are even less likely to cause Nimbus 1700 to fail." Cedric analyzed it 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 was rejected by Professor McGonagall.

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 waste money.

If the broom was bad, Professor McGonagall might consider buying a new one, but that's not something he would do 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, and Quirrell sat in the middle of the side stands, his eyes fixed on Harry, and he muttered silently.

"He must be jinxing the broomstick," Ron exclaimed, also taking Hagrid's binoculars.

After William's guidance, both of them 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."

Through the binoculars, William found that Professor Snape was also staring at Harry and chanting incantations.

Tsk tsk... She really loves her, and she loves her son.

William comforted: "Don't worry, there are so many professors here, if Harry falls, the professors will use the Levitation Charm in time."

In fact, Wood should call a timeout at this time, and Mrs. Hooch should also find out the problem in time, instead of letting Harry "shock" in the sky!
This once again shows Mrs. Hooch's inability to deal with emergencies.

"What should we do? If this continues, Gryffindor will lose." Ron paled.

"Look at me." Hermione thought for a while and left her seat.

The Gryffindors huddled around Harry, and Marcus Flint, a Slytherin, took the opportunity to grab the Quaffle and hit it five times without anyone noticing him.

In terms of brazenness, Flint is better.

Professor Trelawney, an old house girl who hadn't left the top floor of the North Tower for a long time, came to watch the game today.

At this time, she occupied two seats by herself, sitting cross-legged on a chair, staring at the prophecy ball in her hand, and said in a spirited voice:
"Ah, I sense it... There is darkness approaching, getting closer, a terrible feeling... The future is blurry, someone is going to fall, is it the boy in the sky..."

Hermione struggled through the crowd, turned left and right, accidentally bumped into Trelawney, and pushed her off the audience.

Trelawney fell before the next row of audience seats, and cursed a swear word starting with F: "I just said it's not suitable to go out today!"

When Hermione finally reached Quirrell, she crouched down, drew her wand, and whispered a spell.

Bright blue flames burst from her wand and fell on Quirrell's long scarf that dangled from his waist.

After about 30 seconds, Quirrell realized that he was on fire, and the flame on the scarf was almost burning to the back of his head.

Quirrell was terrified, but he didn't dare to take off the scarf, so he could only pat the back of his head with his hands.

"Fire out!"

"Hurry up and put out the fire!"

Many people used their clothes to draw the flames on Quirrell's head with great force.

Snape stopped chanting, and he looked at Quirrell, who suddenly spontaneously combusted, in bewilderment.

His eyes flickered, and suddenly with a flick of his wand, a stream of icy water hit the back of Quirrell's head.

The flames were quickly extinguished, but Quirrell still didn't take off his strange clothes and scorched scarf, but turned and ran towards the castle.

Harry was fine at last, and he was on the broomstick, diving very fast towards the ground.

He was seen covering his mouth with his hand as if about to vomit - he landed on the ground and pulled a golden object out of his mouth.

"I caught the Snitch!" he yelled, swinging the ball high over his head, and the game ended in chaos.

"He missed the snitch, he almost swallowed it."

Twenty minutes later, Flint was still yelling angrily, as if he wasn't the one who secretly threw the Quaffle into the hoop.

Lee Jordan shouted joyously the result of the match - Gryffindor winning by 220 points to [-].

But William didn't care about it, he was still staring at the running Quirrell through the binoculars.

He became interested in what was under Quirrell's scarf.

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