The Wizard Supreme at Hogwarts

Chapter 70 Night of the Forbidden Forest
Finally, when Gryffindor's Seeker Andrew grabbed the Golden Snitch to end the game, he was the only one left flying in the sky in the entire Quidditch pitch.

The Slytherins were all lying on the sand below, looking up at the sky, gnashing their teeth and bruised.Although the lions were all bruised and swollen, they looked at Andrew looking for the snitch alone with a smile on their faces, and they were not worried at all.

If he couldn't catch the Snitch without interference, he'd be a Seeker for nothing.

"Caught it! Andrew caught the Golden Snitch! The score is 300:100, Gryffindor wins!"

Li's voice was hoarse. He was out of breath when explaining the team battle just now. Professor McGonagall once wondered if he should get him an oxygen cylinder.

The score was exactly as Li said casually before, with a score difference of 200, which made Snape's face darken.

He recalled the fear of being dominated by someone from Gryffindor on the Quidditch pitch more than ten years ago, snorted, and left without looking back.

After the wounded were carried to the school hospital, the atmosphere at the scene gradually calmed down.

Norin saw Li rubbing his hoarse voice and walking towards the Slytherin auditorium with a tired expression, holding a long list in his hand, looking like an old landlord collecting rent.

"Is this... gambling?"

Norin looked at those little wizards with shrugged faces, reluctantly took out a few Galleons or Sickles from their pockets, and the first thought that crossed their mind was...

They didn't call me at the opening?

……

Regardless of the process, this year's Quidditch final trophy was finally won by Gryffindor.The price was that six team members were admitted to the school hospital.

On the night of the final, the moon and stars were scarce.

Noreen waited until Smith fell asleep, then quietly used the fluorescent spell to illuminate and count the supplies.

"Marauder's Map, Illusion Potion, Fire-breathing Potion..."

Noreen muttered to himself, putting all the useful items he could think of into the pockets of his hospital robes.He cast a traceless stretching spell on the pocket, enough to hold it.

He took out another note and checked it again. There was only one word on it: tonight.

"It seems that the ten Galleons were not given to Mundungus for free." Norin smiled and said to himself.

After getting the news last time, Nolin sent another ten gold Galleons to Mundungus, only asking him to tell Nolin the news as soon as possible.

After putting a disillusionment spell on himself, he tiptoed out of the dormitory.

The illusion spell might be seen through by powerful wizards. To be on the safe side, he refined a bottle of illusion potion to ensure that the possibility of being seen through was minimized.

Hogwarts was very quiet at night.Noreen walked slowly in the castle. He often went on night tours with the Weasley brothers, and he was already familiar with the road.

I don't know if it's because of my eyesight, but when Nuo Lin just walked around a corner, he vaguely saw a black shadow flashing by.

Nuo Lin narrowed his eyes slightly, and walked quickly to the end of the corridor to have a look. There was nothing unusual.

You must have read it wrong... Norin scratched his head and thought, feeling the temperature of the snowflakes falling on his face, and quickly headed towards the Forbidden Forest.

……

Icy snowflakes cover the dark and depressing forest.Compared with the castle not far away, the forest looks old and barren.

The bare Sophora japonica has only branches, facing straight up.Rows of locust trees are like city walls, silently deterring visitors.

From time to time, the snores of magical creatures sounded, but tonight, there was a dull "rustling" sound.

A group of men in black robes walked on the slippery snow, occasionally stepping on dead branches on the road, making a brief clicking sound.

"Alger, are you sure Dumbledore won't show up tonight?"

After walking in silence and depression for a while, a black robe finally couldn't bear it and asked aloud.Dumbledore, the most powerful white wizard of the era, put too much pressure on him, and all black wizards inevitably felt a little bit of fear.

"Adults make their own arrangements."

The black robe walking in the front said indifferently.The icy moonlight shone on his face, and it was the former Defense Against the Dark Arts professor, Alger Cook who attacked the library on Christmas.

The black robe who asked the question stopped talking, he pulled his hood, and fell silent again.

After walking for more than ten minutes, they had entered the outskirts of the Forbidden Forest.

"Whoosh!"

A piercing sound resounded sharply.

Argel paused, and a spear was thrusting into the snow two steps in front of him, and the body of the spear kept shaking.

"Outsiders, no matter what your purpose is, don't take a step forward."

In the dark Forbidden Forest, there was a rustling sound.One after another, shadows emerged from behind the tree trunks.

They are half man, half horse, human from the waist up, some with long hair and beards, of various colors.Below the waist is a brownish-red shiny horse body, with a wagging tail behind it.

They are none other than the centaurs, magical magical creatures.At this time, each of them was holding a longbow, and the bowstring was tense, facing Alger and the others.

At the head was a wild, rough, black-haired horseman with whiskers.The spear just now came from his hand, looking at Alger expressionlessly, he said coldly.

Alger grinned, and there was cruelty and cruelty that couldn't be hidden in the smile.He didn't speak, his wand was already raised.

"Avada Kedavra!"

Green light flickered in the darkness.

When Alger just opened his mouth, the leading centaur had already realized that something was wrong, so he dodged in a hurry, but the centaur behind him couldn't dodge in time.When the green light hit his chest, his body trembled, his limbs limp on the ground, and he lost his breath.

"Bane, go!"

The body of the dead centaur caused a commotion, and the centaur beside the corpse said in shock.

"spread!"

The pupils of the centaur named Bain shrank, and his anger burned uncontrollably, dyeing his eyes deep red.He quickly pulled out an arrow feather from his back, shot an arrow at the black robe, turned around and ran deep into the Forbidden Forest.

The centaurs do not use magic wands, but are very good at magical healing, divination and archery, and chases in the forest are their forte.

Before Alger gave orders, the rest of the black robes had already started to attack wildly.

"Avada Kedavra!"

"Cruciate!
"The cold green light and silver light alternately lit up, and one or two centaur fell down slumped, making a few muffled noises.

More than a dozen arrow feathers struck at the black robes, but they were blocked by various magical barriers without any injuries.

At the same time, in the Defense Against the Dark Arts professor's office in the castle, Professor Krell straightened his slightly wrinkled professor's robe and held his wand in his hand.

"It's a good thing that Mundungus was given five Galleons to keep quiet, otherwise it would be troublesome if that kid went to join in the fun again."

Professor Krell put on his wizard hat and talked to himself.He pushed open the door and strode out.

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(End of this chapter)