The next morning was sunny and cold. The restaurant smelled tantalizingly of grilling sausages, and everyone chatted happily in anticipation of a good Quidditch game.

"You have to take some bites of breakfast," Hermione urged.

"I don't want to eat anything." Harry fiddled with the eggnog on the plate absently.

"Have some toast," Hermione continued coaxing.

"I'm not hungry."

Harry felt terrible. In another hour, he will be heading to the arena.

"Harry, you need to maintain a strong physical strength." Seamus Finnigan said, "The Seeker is always the one the opponent focuses on."

"Thank you, Seamus," said Harry, watching Seamus slather his sausage with ketchup.

At this time, Tierra, who was reading a book, took out a piece of chocolate from her pocket, asked the house elf for a cup of hot milk, and pushed it in front of Harry.

"If you really can't eat it, just drink some hot milk and eat this piece of chocolate." Tierra said.

In his previous life, he couldn't eat breakfast during his third year of high school, so his father prepared him a cup of hot milk and a piece of dark chocolate with a bit of bitterness in the morning, which allowed him to survive the most difficult period of his third year of high school.

However, after the college entrance examination, he never ate dark chocolate again, and even the smell of dark chocolate would make his stomach sick.

Harry took the dark chocolate and milk, and finished the dark chocolate in two or three bites. Harry even drank the sweet cup of hot milk that Tierra specially asked the house elf to add sugar to.

"Huh~" Harry really felt a lot calmer, and his bloodless lips were also slightly rosy, "Thank you, Tiera."

Harry noticed that Tierra wasn't as "clean" as usual today.

Two slashes of pale yellow and red were drawn across Tierra's face.

It's the color of Gryffindor.

He also wears a giant lion muppet hat on his head.

This finally gave Harry the feeling that Tierra was a Gryffindor.

It was eleven o'clock soon, and it seemed that all the teachers and students of the school had come to the stands around the Quidditch pitch.

Many students also brought binoculars. Seats were literally raised to mid-air, but it was still hard to see the game.

Tierra, Ron and Hermione made their way to the top row, joining Neville, Seamus and Dean, the West Ham fan.

In order to surprise Harry, they used a bed sheet stained by the little mouse to draw a huge banner, which said Potter must win, and Dean, who was good at drawing, also drew a big gran underneath. Fendor Lion.

Then, with a wave of Tierra's wand, the entire banner doubled in size, and the paint on it shone in different colors, dazzling like neon lights.

"Excuse me, excuse me, give way." Just as the banner was hung, a thick voice came from behind them.

"Hagrid!"

Tierra, Ron, and Hermione pushed each other to make room for Hagrid to sit in.

"I just watched it in my hut," said Hagrid, patting the big binoculars hanging around his neck, "but it's not the same atmosphere as watching a match in a crowd."

As soon as Hagrid sat down, Mrs. Hodge appeared in the middle of the arena carrying a box.

"I hope there will be a clean and fair game." After speaking, Mrs. Hodge whistled and opened the box.

Bludgers and Snitches soared into the sky, while Mrs. Hodge threw the Quaffle high into the air.

An exciting Quidditch began.

The high platform where Tierra is located can take over the overall situation, and it is a very suitable position for watching the ball.

But Tierra's attention was not on the ball, nor on Harry, but looked at the teachers' bench from time to time.

There are traces of using the spiritual dimension to affect the material dimension, especially the use of black magic.

There is no specific spell or method to sense this "trace" of magic, it all depends on the wizard's own talent and experience.

This kind of "trace" induction can not only better help oneself hide one's "trace", but also help to expose the disguise of other wizards.

For example, the Disillusionment Curse in "Advanced Charms Tutorial", or Transfiguration other than Animagus.

Tierra tried to feel this "trace" according to Merlin's notes.

But unfortunately he failed.

Tiera felt nothing.

I don't know if it's because he can't do it himself or because the magic power of other little wizards is too weak.

But men can't say no.

If nothing else, Voldemort is about to attack Harry in this Quidditch match.

This is the continuous magic power output of an adult black wizard.

The game moves on.

Gryffindor got off to a good start, but was quickly brought back by Slytherin.

The game gradually became anxious.

Suddenly, Tierra noticed that Harry's broom shook abnormally.

"Here we come!" Tierra thought to herself.

While everyone else was looking at Harry, Tierra's eyes were fixed on Quirrell on the teacher's bench.

No, nothing.

Tierra was a little disappointed, he still didn't feel anything——

There were loud exclamations in my ears, and a chaotic crowd in front of my eyes.

It didn't have the feeling of "mosquito wings brushing the soul" described in Merlin's notes.

At this time, Harry's broomstick on the Quidditch field began to toss and roll non-stop, and Harry could barely support it so that it would not fall off.

Suddenly, the broomstick twisted wildly again, and Harry was thrown off by it!

He now hangs in the air with only one hand on the handle of the broom.

"Did something happen to the broom handle when Flint bumped into him just now?" Seamus whispered.

"Impossible," said Hagrid, his voice trembling slightly. "Nothing can interfere with a broomstick except powerful black magic! There's no way a child could do that to a Nimbus 2000."

At this, Hermione grabbed Hagrid's binoculars, and instead of looking up at Harry, she began to scan the crowd anxiously.

"What are you doing?" Ron asked.

"I guessed it," gasped Hermione. "It's Snape! Look!"

Ron grabbed the binoculars.

Snape was standing in the middle of the stand opposite them. His eyes were fixed on Harry, and he kept muttering words.

"He's playing tricks! Snape is jinxing on the broomstick," cried Hermione.

"Then what should we do?" Ron's face was ashen.

"Look at me." Hermione turned decisively

Before Ron could say another word, Hermione wanted to push her way out of the crowd.

"Wait Hermione!" Tierra grabbed Hermione.

I'm sorry everyone, last night I had a dinner in the dormitory and my roommates were drunk, and now my mind is still a bit groggy. There may only be one update today. I am very sorry.

——All the gifts of fate have already marked the price secretly

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