Harry Potter: Dark Alchemy

Wood glared at Fred and George fiercely before stepping forward and asking: "Mrs. Hooch, what's wrong?"

"This is a Quidditch match, not a flying props match." Mrs. Hooch said with a serious face as she looked at the flying skateboards in Fred and George's hands.

"But there's never been a rule that says flying skateboards can't be used in Quidditch games, right?" Fred said with a smile.

"Yeah, don't you think it's a bit too monotonous to only use broomsticks to compete all the time?" George put his hand on his twin brother's shoulder.

"I have never had such an idea, and anyway, Quidditch should be played on broomsticks." Mrs. Hooch said, looking at Fred and George.

"But we have searched through all the books and materials on Quidditch rules, and we haven't found any rules that prohibit the use of flying skateboards." Fred said.

"This is exactly why I hesitate," Mrs. Huo Qi said, "This thing called a flying skateboard should be made by you yourself, right?"

"Pretty much, but a lot of credit goes to Wright and our dad," George said.

"That boy Wright!" Mrs. Ho Qi said depressedly. If she had known she would not have given Wright so much advice, now she has actually brought herself such a big problem.

Just when Mrs. Hooch was hesitating whether to allow the use of flying skateboards, the discussion among the students in the stands became louder and louder.

Suddenly, a silver kitten flew directly towards this direction from the podium.

The fifteen people on the court immediately focused on this kitten.

"Rolanda, what are you waiting for? The children and I are all waiting for the Quidditch match to start!" Professor McGonagall's voice came out of the kitten's mouth, after finishing this sentence After that, the kitten disappeared without a trace in an instant.

"Okay, I'll let you use the flying skateboard today," Mrs. Huo Qi said quickly, "but it's only this time. After this game, I need to notify the International Federation of Wizards and Quidditch Committee. Then we will determine whether we can use new props other than broomsticks in future games.”

"Long live Professor McGonagall!" Fred and George cheered happily no matter what happened next.

After a while, as Madam Hooch blew her silver whistle vigorously, twelve flying broomsticks and two flying skateboards rose from the ground and rose high into the sky.

Then, Mrs. Huo Qi also flew into the sky on her broomstick.

The first Quidditch match of the new season has officially begun!

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"Welcome to the Quidditch pitch to watch this Quidditch match. The two teams in this match are Gryffindor and Ravenclaw."

"Everyone can see that what is flying on the court now are twelve broomsticks and two weird flying props ridden by Fred/George Weasley," Li Jordan used his strength to prove why he Being able to serve as the Quidditch commentator for two consecutive years, his infectious voice echoed throughout the Quidditch pitch through the loud microphone attached.

"Although many people already know it, I still have to say it again. The thing they are riding on is called a flying skateboard! It was completed by Fred and George completely independently!" Li Jordan did not forget to brag at this time. Bo's two best friends.

"In addition, the seekers of both teams in this competition have only joined the Quidditch teams of their respective colleges this year," Li Jordan said. "They are Chang Chu, a sophomore from Ravenclaw. , and the first year Gryffindor, as we all know, Harry Potter!"

The entire Quidditch pitch was cheering, with the loudest cheers coming from the Ravenclaw stands and the Gryffindor stands.

However, Li Jordan's attention was instantly snatched away by Angelina, who performed outstandingly on the court.

"The Quaffle has been snatched by Gryffindor's Chaser, Angelina. That girl is such an excellent Chaser, and she's also very charming."

"Jordan!" Professor McGonagall's words followed the microphone and spread throughout the Quidditch pitch.

"Sorry, Professor!"

"What we can see is that Angelina is flying all the way in the sky with the Quaffle, and Ravenclaw's Chaser Roger Davis can only hang on her behind and eat ashes."

"Nice goal!"

"Team Gryffindor, ten points!"

When Gryffindor scored its first ten points, Hagrid also came from his hut to the top stand. Wright and Hermione squeezed together to make room for Hagrid to sit down.

"Look! Fred and George! They were riding their flying skateboards, knocking away a Bludger that was hitting Gryffindor's Chaser Katie Bell!"

"Long live the Flying Skateboard God!" Li Qiaodan shouted loudly.

"Oh! The deflected Bludger hit the other Ravenclaw Seeker in the left arm! Oh my God! Look at him, that must have hurt!"

"This time it's Roger Davis who grabs the Quaffle! He's flying on it like an eagle! He's going to score!"

"Team Ravenclaw, ten points!"

After a while, the two teams on the field scored one after another, and the game took on an extremely anxious state. The students expected the seekers of the two teams to open up the situation, but when they looked up, they found that nothing unusual had happened to Ravenclaw's seeker Chang Chu for the time being, but Gryffindor's seeker However, Harry's broomstick began to tumble and roll.

Wright looked directly towards Quirrell on the rostrum, and immediately discovered that he was holding his wand, his eyes fixed on Harry in the sky, and he was still mumbling something.

Wright couldn't understand what Quirrell was thinking. In such a public place, did Quirrell think that by casting a spell on Harry's broomstick and then letting Harry fall off the broomstick and die, he could directly replace his death? Master, can the master solve Harry's serious problem?

By the way, when Quirrell was doing this, didn't he think that he was surrounded by other professors? Not to mention Snape, who is indifferent on the surface, but has always been caring about Harry secretly, Professor McGonagall, a Quidditch enthusiast, a former official player of the Gryffindor team, and one of the deans of the four major colleges, but I will be there for almost every game!

Not to mention Dumbledore, who is always paying attention to everything in the school.

Who gave Quirrell the courage to do this?

Or could it be that being possessed by Voldemort would have the negative effect of a crazy drop in IQ? Wright touched his chin, still feeling very puzzled by Quirrell's incomparable imagination.