Hogwarts, a Scholar Becomes a God

The high platform where Clark is located can take the overall situation, and it is a very suitable place to watch.

Sitting on it watching the game, listening to the enthusiastic cheers in my ears, hugging and high-fiving with friends, even gave Clark the illusion that he was watching the World Cup.

Fortunately, the broomstick whistling past in front of him brought him back to reality.

The game on the field continued to advance. The Gryffindor team started well, but the good times didn't last long, and the score was quickly broken by the Slytherin team.

Just when the little wizards of Gryffindor were worried about the situation on the field, a loud voice sounded behind Clark.

"Sorry, little guy, please let me go."

"Hagrid!"

Ron and Neville pushed each other to make room for Hagrid to sit in.

"I'm sorry, something happened suddenly in the Forbidden Forest. I should have come to cheer Harry up earlier. How is the situation? The Snitch is still gone, isn't it?"

"I didn't see it," Ron shook his head. "The game has just begun."

"That's good, ah, no, I mean as long as there is no trouble, you are lucky." Hagrid explained awkwardly, raised the big telescope hanging on his chest, and looked at a small one in the sky with difficulty. Point - that's Harry.

At this moment, he was circling above the arena, watching all directions, listening to all directions, feeling very nervous, not daring to let go of any movement.

However, the situation on the field began to reverse, and the players of the Slytherin team became stronger and more shameless. It can be said that they perfectly inherited the talent of the British Muggle football hooligans.

Deliberately charging, blocking the way, talking trash, coupled with rude gestures and expressions, successfully irritated the Gryffindor players and made them make frequent mistakes.

Seeing that the score gap was getting bigger and bigger, Harry's mood became more and more urgent. If the score difference exceeded 150 points, even if he caught the Snitch, he would still be considered a loser.

Suddenly, out of the corner of his eye, he saw a golden light, which seemed to be the trace of a snitch. So Harry dived towards the target excitedly, and Terrence Higgs, the Slytherin Seeker who was watching him all the time, naturally saw it and hurriedly followed.

The two flew towards the Snitch side by side, and the surrounding Chasers seemed to have forgotten what they were supposed to do, hovering in the air one by one, watching them.

Clark and the others could see clearly from the sidelines that Harry, who had the Nimbus 2000, was obviously faster than Higgs.

But the next moment.

Boom!

The Gryffindor boys around Clark let out an angry roar.

That Marcus Flint, seeing that he couldn't keep up with Harry, deliberately bumped the end of Harry's broom. This jerked Harry's broom off course, but Harry held onto it tenaciously and spun a few times through the air.

"Foul!" the Gryffindors roared loudly, and Clark even pointed his wand at his throat, amplifying his voice, which startled Hermione on the side.

Ms Hooch, the referee, angrily reprimanded Flint before ordering Gryffindor to take a free-kick at the goalposts.

But, of course, in the midst of all this chaos, the Snitch was out of sight again.

From the stands, Dean Thomas yelled: "Send him off, referee! Red card!"

"This isn't football, Dean," Ron reminded him kindly from the sidelines. "In a Quidditch game, you can't send someone off the pitch—and what's a red card?"

But Hagrid agreed with Dean.

"They should change the rules of the game, Flint almost knocked Harry off in the air."

This conflict became the fuse that detonated the battlefield, and the competition on the field became more intense. The Gryffindor players quickly gave up the bottom line. Since they couldn't fight,

Then join it.

But apart from watching the game, Clark's attention is still more on the teacher's seat.

As a fan who has read seven original books and eight movies, he knows exactly what will happen next.

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

Sure enough, when Harry once again dodged a Bludger that flew past his scalp like a cannonball, the accident happened.

Clark noticed a sudden and terrifying jerk on Harry's broomstick, causing him to grip the broomstick tightly and clamp it tightly between his knees.

"Here we go!" Clark thought.

The shaking of the broom was not an accident, there was one and two, before everyone noticed Harry, his Nimbus 2000 suddenly seemed to go crazy, shaking desperately, as if trying to throw him off of.

At this time, the Slytherin team scored another goal, and the little snakes in the stands cheered happily, but Harry didn't care about it anymore.

At least Harry couldn't control his broomstick anymore. The Nimbus 2000 went up and down, drawing waves one after another, and in a crazy twitch, it rose higher and higher, leading Harry away from the arena. .

"My God, what is Harry trying to do?" Hagrid, who was wearing a binoculars, happened to see this scene, so he muttered suspiciously.

"If I didn't know him that well, I'd think he couldn't control his broom—but he can't..."

Suddenly, everyone in the stands pointed at Harry. It turned out that his broomstick had thrown Harry off in a violent tumbling motion. He now hangs in the air with only one hand on the handle of the broom.

While everyone was paying attention to Harry, Clark's eyes were fixed on Quirrell on the teacher's bench.

No, no action at all.

Yes, Quirrell reacted the same way as the other little wizards, they all looked at Harry nervously, as if all this had nothing to do with him.

"Casting spells silently, casting spells without a wand, this Quirrell's magic level is not as low as he shows."

Because of the chaotic magic power, every little wizard needs to have his own magic wand before entering school to help them guide the magic power and prevent injuries.

However, there are pros and cons to everything. As an auxiliary tool, the wand also suppresses the potential of the wizard's development. Especially when young wizards grow up, the help of the wand will also cause a certain degree of dependence, resulting in a decline in the wizard's ability to control and stabilize magic power.

It's as if modern Muggles are used to typing on computers, and when they pick up a pen, they don't know where to start.

In this case, being able to cast a spell without relying on a wand is already a very powerful skill.

Compared with casting without a wand, silent casting is not that difficult, but it is also an advanced spell-casting skill that Hogwarts students in the sixth and seventh grades can only learn.

The combination of these two spellcasting techniques can make the cast of spells untraceable, whether it is a sudden attack or preventing opponents from targeting spells, it is very useful.

Seeing Quirrell's performance, Clark's expression became serious. Others thought he was worried about Harry, but only Clark knew that he was scared because of Quirrell's strength.

But yes, don't look at Professor Quirrell as a joke in class, he graduated from Ravenclaw with excellent grades.

After graduating, he applied to become a professor of Muggle Studies, and was promoted to be a teacher of Hogwarts Defense Against the Dark Arts, which in itself already shows his strength.

In addition, he must have gained many benefits from being willing to become Voldemort's host, so it is not surprising that this happens.

It's just that, maybe Clark's plan has to be reconsidered.