Hogwarts: Comprehension is against the sky, strength is flying bricks

Oga tilted her head to look at Professor McGonagall.

Naturally, he said.

"I did it with the levitation charm."

The words are flat, as if they were speaking.

"Let's eat rice at noon today" is the same.

Professor McGonagall also looked directly at Oga.

Then he nodded.

"Okay, I'll report to the principal truthfully."

But no one knew what Professor McGonagall was thinking.

......

"To sum up, I think Oga should be given psychological treatment..."

In the headmaster's room, Professor McGonagall dutifully recounted what she had seen and heard.

Dumbledore sighed.

Looks a little angry.

"Hey, he's going too far this time."

"Put so many trolls in the school."

Professor McGonagall nodded.

"Yes, you see Ogado's good students."

Professor McGonagall said bitterly.

"You look at Oga who was scared, they all thought that they had destroyed the trolls."

Professor McGonagall said that since the last misunderstanding of Harry Potter.

I will never do such a ridiculous thing as treating the little wizard as the culprit again.

Then McGonagall said.

"Yes, so Professor. Is that person really at school? "

Dumbledore shook his head and nodded again.

"He will definitely come."

Then he shook his head again

"Put the troll, I'm not sure if it's his handiwork."

After some conversation, Professor McGonagall left.

First I went to take Oga to the infirmary for treatment.

Oga: "? "

There was only one Dumbledore left.

Dumbledore drank tea, not knowing what he was thinking.

......

Outside the castle, the weather became very cold.

It's already November.

The mountains around the school were gray, covered with ice and snow, and the surface of the lake was cold and hard like quenched steel.

Every morning, there is frost on the ground.

Hagrid can also be seen wrapped in a long mole fur coat, wearing rabbit fur gloves and huge beaver fur boots.

Defrost the flying broomstick on the Quidditch pitch.

Yes.

The Quidditch match is about to begin.

After several weeks of training, Harry Potter was going to compete for his first time in his life on Saturday.

Representing Gryffindor against Slytherin.

Luckily Harry now has such a friend as Oga.

Oga lent him a copy of Quidditch Traces a few days ago, which he found very interesting to read.

The book records that there are seven hundred fouls in Quidditch, and they all appeared in a World Cup match in 1473.

Seekers are usually the smallest and fastest players, and the worst Quidditch accidents seem to have happened to them.

By the way, Harry Potter is the Seeker.

Although few people die during Quidditch matches, it is said that referees often disappear without a trace.

It appeared in the Sahara Desert a few months later.

While Harry was immersed in his research to see if he could learn anything.

Snape passed by.

Glancing at Harry Potter and the book in his hand.

No tube, gone.

However, Harry Potter noticed that Snape was walking with a limp.

Early the next morning, the weather was clear and cold.

The aroma is pervasive in the restaurant.

Everyone was looking forward to a great Quidditch game and chatting happily.

But Harry's feeling sucked.

In another hour, he'll be on the field.

"Harry, you need to maintain vigorous stamina."

Simo Finigan said.

Oga suddenly appeared.

Say.

"Simofenigan is right."

"So Harry, drink this."

After speaking, Oga took out a bottle of big red potion.

It looks very auspicious.

Harry Potter drank it all.

After drinking, he remembered and asked.

"Oga, what is this?"

"I call him the Potential Activation Potion, which has a specific effect, but as long as he doesn't win, he will explode and die."

Oga replied smoothly.

Harry Potter's smile froze.

"Oga are you serious?"

Oga nodded.

"Haha, eh, okay. I'll win."

Harry Potter looked at Oga and said seriously.

I couldn't help but feel a little stoic in my heart.

He didn't believe his best friend would hurt him like that.

It was Oga who was motivating him to win.

Simofenigan continued.

"The Seeker is always the opposing team's focus."

"Thank you, Seamus."

Harry said.

He watched as Seamus spread a thick layer of ketchup on his sausage.

Finally, eleven o'clock in the afternoon.

It seemed that the whole school had come to the stands around the Quidditch pitch.

Many students also brought binoculars.

The seats were literally raised into the air, but sometimes it was still difficult to see the game.

Harry followed Fred and George out of the locker room and onto the cheering pitch, hoping his knees wouldn't go soft.

This time it was Mrs. Hooch who was the referee.

"It's a pity that Quirrell wasn't the referee."

"Otherwise I'd be able to replicate what was written in Quidditch."

Oga thought to himself.

"Listen, I want everyone to participate fairly and honestly."

Mrs. Hooch said.

Harry felt that it seemed to be specifically aimed at Marcus Flint, the captain of the Slytherin team, a sixth-year student.

"Please ride the flying broomstick."

Mrs. Hooch said.

Harry stepped onto his chakra of light for two thousand.

Out of the corner of my eye, I saw the banner flying high and shining with the words "Potter Must Win".

His heart suddenly jumped. He felt courageous.

Madame Hooch blew her silver whistle.

The flying broomsticks of the Slytherin camp rose high into the sky.

The game is over.

Because only a broom flies into the sky.

The Slytherins stared blankly at the broomsticks in the sky, flying uncontrollably in the direction of the Forbidden Forest.

There was a lot of laughter outside the venue.

Soon after.

Slytherin took the spare broom.

Madame Hooch blew her silver whistle.

The flying broomsticks of the Gryffindor camp rose high into the sky.

The game is over.

Because only the Gryffindors went to heaven.

The Slytherin captain shouted excitedly.

"Who replaced our flying broom with a broom!!"

There was boos from the sidelines.

And soon after.

Slytherin took the spare spare broom.

Madame Hooch blew her silver whistle.

Gryffindor and Slytherin's flying broomsticks rose high into the sky.

This time it really started.

The narrator begins.

"The ghost flying ball was immediately snatched by Angelina Johnson of Gryffindor."

"What a great chaser that girl is! And it's still charming! "

"Jordan!"

Professor McGonagall's voice sounded from behind Jordan, the narrator.

"I'm sorry, Professor."

Jordan immediately bowed his head and admitted his mistake.

I saw that the battle situation in the sky was constantly changing.

Angelina Johnson of Gryffindor dashed all the way and gave it to Alya Spinnett with a beautiful pass.

Then Slytherin captain Marcus Flint snatched the ghost flying ball.

Marcus got the ghost flying ball and dashed away.

Towards Harry.

Then he handed the ball to Harry.

Harry Potter: "??? "

Gryffindors: "? "

Slytherins: "! "

There was silence on and off the field.

Then there was chaos and boos.

You said the Slytherin captain was careless, he went straight to Harry.

Say he did it on purpose, Captain Slytherin has rebelled, what else to fight.

A drop of cold sweat ran across Marcus Flynn's head.

He didn't know why he did it.

He obviously went straight to the goal, huh?

Marcus Flynn made an instant decision and sneered at Harry a few times.

"Heh, the famous Harry Potter, I Slytherin don't bully the weak, let you score first."

The Slytherins suddenly realized.

"It turns out that the captain is humiliating the opponent again."

"But why didn't you talk to us beforehand?"

Harry Potter looked at everyone in Gryffindor.

Shaking his head, the ball was thrown.

"No need."

The game is going on normally.

Finally, the Golden Snitch appeared!

Harry glided lightly above the arena high in the air.

Seeing the golden snitch appear, Harry Potter quickly rushed forward.

But someone is one step faster.

It was the captain of Slytherin, Marcus.

But suddenly, Marcus felt as if his broom was out of his control.

He couldn't make it turn around. He simply cannot command it.

The flying broom shuttled left and right through the air, shaking violently from time to time, almost dropping him from above!

His flying broom began to churn and roll non-stop, and Marcus could barely hold on to not fall.

Suddenly, the flying broomstick twisted wildly again, and Marcus was thrown off by it.

He now grabs the broom handle with only one hand and hangs it in the air.

"Is there something wrong with his broom handle?" Seamus whispered.

"Impossible."

Hagrid said, his voice trembling slightly.

"Nothing can interfere with a flying broom except powerful black magic"

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

I saw Snape standing in the middle of the stands opposite them.

His eyes were glued to Marcus, which was actually Harry Potter near Marcus.

And chant words silently in his mouth.

"I guessed it a long time ago." Hermione sighed.

Then he handed the telescope to Oga.

"It's Snape. See. "

Hermione covered her head.

Thought.

"Who are the professors in this school..."

No one paid attention to Professor Quirrell.

Except for Voldemort on his head.

Voldemort screamed in Quirrell's mind.

"Idiot, you cast a spell on the wrong person!"

Snape was also strange at heart.

"Why did Quirrell cast a spell on Marcus?"

There was no hindrance from Marcus.

Harry Potter quickly caught the Golden Snitch.

"I caught the snitch!" He shouted, swung the ball high above his head and the game ended in chaos.

"Snape did it."

Ron was explaining to everyone.

"Hermione and Oga saw it!"

"He's chanting spells on your opponent's flying broomstick, muttering in his mouth, and his eyes are fixed on you."

When Harry heard this, he suddenly didn't know how many times he was creepy.

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