Marvel: I, Hermione, am from Hogwarts!

The other team members also noticed what had just happened and immediately became extremely wary of Hermione.

As soon as one of them saw Hermione rushing towards him, he immediately began to move in all directions, not giving Hermione a chance to touch him.

Seeing this, Hermione stopped chasing, raised her bat, and, seizing the opportunity, hit the stray ball at her opponent.

Seeing the ball flying straight towards them, the person opposite was about to dodge to the side when, a second later, they noticed a blinding light suddenly emanating from the tip of Hermione's broom.

The extremely bright white light almost blinded his dog.

He instinctively covered his tearful eyes, missing his chance to dodge. The ball hit him squarely in the face, and he fell headfirst to the ground.

Hey!

Marcus cursed inwardly.

“Cheating! This guy cheated with a spell!” he shouted, pointing at Hermione.

Lady Hodge shook her head, cast an amplification spell, and replied loudly, "She didn't take out a wand, nor did she show any signs of casting a spell. The match continues!"

Marcus couldn't understand why Hermione's hands were empty.

Looking closely at Hermione, he then realized that the light shining from the front of her broom was like a laser flashlight, but much brighter than any flashlight he knew.

Its power is almost comparable to a flashbang.

Hermione said calmly, "My eyesight isn't very good, so it's reasonable to put a car headlight on the broom for illumination, isn't it?"

Before Marcus could react, she rushed to the next person.

The next teammate chosen as the target saw Hermione approaching him and, recalling the miserable state of his three teammates, hardened his eyes and prepared to meet her head-on.

I'm tall and strong, how could I possibly lose to a little girl?

He charged straight at Hermione.

"drop!!!"

Just as the two were about to make contact, he heard a deafening roar from ahead. In an instant, he felt as if he were face to face with a train that was whistling. His eardrums were almost ruptured, and he was completely dizzy. He lost control of the broom and crashed.

Hermione took off her earmuffs and glanced back at Marcus.

"I was afraid of hitting someone, so I attached a loudspeaker to the broom to warn your team members if they were about to be hit. You're welcome."

In the next half minute, Hermione did the same thing, turning on the high beams, honking the horn, and blowing smoke, sending the rest of the Slytherin members away, leaving only Captain Marcus with his buck teeth still on the field.

At this point, he was so terrified of Hermione that he had no thought about winning or losing the match; he only had one other thought in his mind.

Never let Hermione get close!

Thinking of this, he turned and ran. With his flying broom accelerating at full speed, Hermione couldn't catch up for a while.

Both of them were riding Nimbus 2000s, and there was no difference in their top speeds.

Hermione immediately pressed the red button on the side of the broom.

"Hahaha, nitrogen is coming!"

The next second, an inconspicuous gold and red module at the end of the broom quickly unfolded, then spewed out a blue tail flame, like a rocket booster.

BOOM!

As the red and blue neon lights on the broom handle lit up, Hermione's flying speed increased dramatically, and she was behind Marcus in an instant.

Marcus was terrified and shouted, "Impossible! It's a Nimbus 2000! Why is your broom so fast?!"

Hermione gave a cold laugh.

The mere Nimbus 2000—her broom is no longer what it used to be; now it has a more advanced name.

Cyberpunk 2077!

The red and blue light shifted and reflected on Marcus's face, and he could only watch helplessly as Hermione drew closer and closer.

"one two Three……"

"I'll elbow you!"

Snapped!

Seeing Wood's bewildered expression, Hermione gave him a thumbs up, closed one eye, and looked smug.

"I forgot to mention, my Violent Motorcycle skills are top-notch!"

Marcus lay on the ground, looking at the desolate scene around him. He struggled to his feet, pointed at Hermione, his hands trembling slightly, his face full of grief and indignation.

"You...you're not even a human being!!!"

Then, with a sudden "ga," he fainted.

The entire arena fell silent. Even the other Gryffindor members stopped what they were doing. Only Harry, whose eyes were fixed on the Golden Snitch, remained oblivious to the chaos unfolding around him and continued his dutiful chase.

Hermione shrugged.

In sports, injuries and fatalities are quite common.

There was even a man who committed the heinous act of killing the referee during a match in 1357.

She has already been very restrained.

On the teacher's platform, not only everyone else, but even Quirrell was dumbfounded, and even temporarily forgot about his great mission of cursing Harry to his death.

Three minutes later, with everyone watching in silence, Harry finally caught the Golden Snitch.

Holding the golden snatcher, he was excited and about to shout when he suddenly realized that the surroundings were completely silent, and everyone was looking at him with complicated expressions.

Meanwhile, the Slytherin members all collapsed and fell unconscious for some unknown reason.

Harry glanced at the scoreboard; everything was fine.

No, I caught the Golden Snitch, we won, why isn't there any reaction?

Hermione flew over to Harry and patted him on the shoulder.

"Congratulations on catching the Golden Snitch! You scored 150 points, we won!"

"you are great!"

Sensing the eerie atmosphere, Harry tentatively asked, "Did we... really win?"

"Well, I won."

"Really?"

"real."

"Then they..."

"Hey, don't worry about the details."

Hermione waved her hand.

On the viewing platform, the professors looked at each other.

Was it a foul?

Maybe not.

Magic didn't work, and nothing was thrown at anyone; it was all normal physical contact, which was unavoidable.

Even if the action was a bit excessive, Slytherin struck first, so the other party should be punished first.

The headlights are just for seeing ahead, and the horn and light strips are to warn other drivers not to crash into them... Anyway, that's what Hermione said. As for why the broom is emitting exhaust fumes... it seems the competition rules don't prohibit such modifications.

Everything seems normal.

But why does the result look so strange?

Mrs. Huo Qi pondered for a moment, looked at the commentary table, and nodded slightly.

The commentator understood and shouted loudly:

"Harry Potter has caught the Golden Snitch! The match is over! Score 160-0, Gryffindor wins! Congratulations to Gryffindor!"

Harry beamed with joy, holding the Golden Snitch aloft as everyone watched.

After a two-second silence, the entire stadium erupted in thunderous cheers.

Hermione!

Hermione!

Hermione!

Harry: ? ? ?

Chapter 44 The Unforgivable Curse

Harry's smile froze instantly.

what happened?

Didn't I catch the Golden Snitch?

Why is everyone so excited, shouting Hermione's name?

Harry stared blankly at Hermione, who was being tossed around in the middle of the room.