Hogwarts Advanced Guide

Chapter 57 The Broomstick Accident

God knows what Voldemort would have done at Hogwarts if he knew his identity had been exposed, and cast the Death Curse aimlessly around the castle, it would have been true.
So cool.
Cough cough, no, it's too bad!
How can you throw death curses casually?
How bad would it be if it was thrown into flowers and plants?

Even if you can't hit the flowers and plants, it's not good to hit the children!

So Hera decided to be an ostrich. Can Voldemort and Quirrell kill Harry?
Depends on Harry's own luck!

Wasn't he the Boy Who Lived anyway?
If he died from a malfunctioning broomstick, he would really be sorry for his prophecy!

But Dumbledore said that one must die at the hands of the other!
Wouldn't it be ridiculous to die in a 'traffic accident'?

The big deal is to secretly recite the protection spell by yourself, right?
"The Jade Emperor, Jesus, Merlin, Taishang Laojun, Master Tongtian, Yuanshi Tianzun, Luohu, and Hong are all on top. Please protect disciple Harry Potter from falling off the broom."

Hera said quickly in a low voice as Harry folded his hands and stared at the sky.

Professor McGonagall looked at Hera rather strangely, what was he suddenly talking about?
And besides Jesus and Merlin, she didn't even know anyone.
And it was the Holy See who took the lead in burning wizards to death, right?

Will Jesus really bless wizards?
Uh, this is doubtful. Although Professor McGonagall doesn't understand what Hera is saying, she knows that Harry's situation is definitely not good.

Harry's broomstick began to roll over and over, and Harry could barely hold on to it.

The hearts of the audience are tightly held together, and Slytherin is no exception.

It's just that they're thinking why the hell Potter hasn't fallen
Suddenly there was another frantic twist of the broomstick, and Harry was thrown off by it, hanging in the air with only one hand on the broomstick now.

"Is there something wrong with his broom?" Professor McGonagall frowned tightly. Harry's broom was given by her, and now something is obviously wrong. Although no one will blame her, she still blames herself a little.

Maybe she should give her broomstick a second look!

"There must be something wrong with Harry's broom! We must find out who gave this broom!" Hera turned her head and cursed in a low voice to Professor McGonagall, who did not know who gave Harry a Nimbus 2000.

Such an expensive broom, don't you know how to cast some protective spells on it?

in case something happens to the broom
No, what if something happens to Harry on the broom?

Professor McGonagall laughed a few times when he heard Hera's words, but shifted the topic to the arena with a little embarrassment, "Harry's situation is very dangerous, if necessary, let's take a shot to suspend the game, and the students cannot be injured!"

"Well." Hera nodded, and continued her 'prayer'.

The broomstick vibrated so violently that Harry couldn't hover for much longer.

The audience stood up and watched in horror, and there was a commotion in the professor's bench, and the professors nervously clenched their wands in their pockets, ready to rush to rescue Harry.

In the face of life and death, Quidditch is simply a joke. At this moment, no one cares about winning or losing the game anymore.

The Weasley twins also gave up the race and flew straight up, trying to pull Harry onto one of their broomsticks, but it didn't work - every time they got close to Harry, the broomstick whizzed higher.

So they all dropped a bit, circling under Harry, apparently trying to catch him as he fell.

Everyone was staring at Harry nervously, and Terrence Higgs was quite gentlemanly, wandering around Harry's thoughts like the Weasley twins, and had the same idea as them - to catch the falling Harry.

This is true of all, except .
Marcus Flint.

When everyone was not in the mood to play, he took the opportunity to catch the Quaffle and made five consecutive shots.

Well, in fact, no one cared about him at all, and the Gryffindor students couldn't care less about the victory of the competition, anyway, it was just the house points!
The Weasley twins have deducted a lot of points in a semester, and no one hates them!
Hera sighed, that guy Marcus really didn't inherit his sister Alisa's good character at all, and implemented the despicable and shameless of the Flint family.

What a brat.

Nice job though!

The Academy Cup is the most important thing. With so many professors here, can Harry still die?

Unexpectedly, Quirrell actually used this method to attack Harry.

As long as he didn't just stand up and release the death curse, Hera was still very confident in the strength of the professors.

It's just that there seems to be a brown dumpling mixed in?
Hera looked down at Hermione who was struggling to pass through the crowd, and she walked quickly towards Quirrell's position - she bumped into Quirrell and fell to the front seat, but she didn't stop at all, and finally sat beside Snape.

"Although I don't know what you're doing. But it's well done!" Hera sincerely wanted to applaud Hermione.

Although I don't know how she found Quirrell, her observation skills are really keen!

just
Hera's brows were furrowed tightly together, Hermione crouched beside Snape, drew out her wand, bright blue flames shot out from her wand, and rushed towards the hem of Snape's robes.

"What is she doing?" Hera clutched her forehead and didn't know how to express her inner excitement.

Yes, that is excitement.

Burning Snape's robes was something Hera had wanted to do for a long time, especially when Snape was training him in Occlumency.

"If you are that firebird, I must be that flame, to shine on you, to embrace you—burn it! Burn it! Firebird!" Hera couldn't hold back for a moment and sang directly. Professor McGonagall turned her head and stared at Hera strangely, as if time had frozen at this moment.

"Uh, I just see that the atmosphere is too tense, and I want to relieve it." Hera scratched her face a little awkwardly, talking nonsense that she didn't even believe.

"Ah!" Snape's exclamation attracted everyone's attention, and he was on fire.

Hera silently gave Hermione another thumbs up in her heart, well done!
After hearing Snape's scream, Hermione quickly put away her wand and hurried back to her previous seat.

Snape feared he would never know what was going on.

High in the air, Harry was suddenly able to climb back onto the broomstick.

There was another exclamation from the audience, shocked by Harry's courage.

How dare he sit on that broken Nimbus 2000?
Immediately afterwards, Harry quickly dived towards the ground under everyone's surprised eyes.
　A new week is about to start!
　　Get up and duck!
　　
　
(End of this chapter)