Hogwarts: I can inherit the legacy of the dead

"Oh?" Hermione, who was sitting next to her, also noticed the abnormality on the other side and said in surprise,

"Why are so many professors absent? Not even Professor McGonagall?"

Ron was calling Harry's name and cheering for Harry. When he heard Hermione speak, he couldn't help but look at the stands opposite.

"What's going on?" He also made a confused voice.

"Did something important happen at school?" Hermione thought.

Logically speaking, accidents are prone to occur in such large-scale events and many people are needed to maintain order on site, so professors should not be absent.

But now there are only a few people sitting in the stands opposite, and the rest of the seats are empty, which is really weird.

"Meka, have you heard anything?" Hermione looked at Meka Anders, hoping to get something from him about Professor Snape.

"I don't know either." Meka could only shake his head.

The news of Cooper's death may not necessarily cause any kind of sensation and panic.

This may also be something that professors consider, so this information is only spread among professors and not students.

Hermione was lost in thought, and Ron was attracted by the movement on the field.

A whistle sounded, and a bright red Quaffle flew into the air, detonating like gunpowder.

There was a tsunami-like sound at the scene, and figures riding broomsticks rose across the sky, like birds flying across the sky.

"Now it was Gryffindor captain Oliver Wood who grabbed the ball, and he was heading towards the Slytherin knockers, and oh, my God, he was so fast that he left everyone else behind. Is he going to get this off to a good start?"

The host of the game had long red hair and gave live commentary with enthusiasm.

She suddenly exclaimed, and the situation suddenly changed.

"Slytherin's chaser Odd Winters came out of the air and actually stole the Quaffle from Wood's hand. No! He was extremely fast. Now the situation is reversed, Gryffindor What response will be made?”

A fierce scramble broke out in the sky above the Quidditch field.

The Quaffle kept changing hands in the air, and every change in the situation caused thunderous cries in the field.

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Professor Quirrell was sitting alone in a corner of the stand, staring at the figure in the sky, when suddenly a voice sounded in his head.

"Quirinas, you can take action." The hoarse voice said.

"This..." Quirrell hesitated.

The big man in the body actually valued a 'salvation prophecy' so much that he wanted to use his hands to kill Harry, the prophesied savior, to completely break the prophecy.

He was worried that this action would expose himself and cut off his escape route. From then on, he would be wanted by the Ministry of Magic and become a dark wizard on the run.

"Now is the best time." The hoarse voice urged.

"Master..." Quirrell lowered his voice, trying to say something to dispel the adult's idea, but suddenly his expression froze.

The muscles on Professor Quirrell's face were squirming, veins were bulging, and the voice in his head was like a natural curse, making him feel painful.

"Master!" Quirrell was horrified.

He was actually losing control of his consciousness and his body was acting on its own.

His eyes showed fear, but his face showed a strange smile, and his eyes were fixed on a certain figure in the sky.

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The voice of the host on the field is still enthusiastic, and the competition in the sky is in full swing. Figures are flying in and out of the sky, which is overwhelming.

On the Gryffindor side, the short Chaser suddenly broke through the encirclement of several people, holding the Quaffle and drawing a beautiful curve in the air, which made the host's voice suddenly rise:

"It's unbelievable. Leon Black of the Gryffindor team actually broke through the siege! He was holding the Quaffle and was going to rush to Slytherin's knocker, but there was no one guarding him in front of Slytherin's knocker?"

"Slytherin's captain reacted and started to defend, but will he have time? Can this goal go into the knocker? Is Gryffindor going to score?"

Suddenly, a black iron ball was knocked into the air and rushed towards the back of the short chaser, trying to knock him down from the air!

The audience suddenly held their breath, and someone screamed. This ball might break the bones in the person's back.

The host's voice stagnated, and his heart felt like it was in his throat:

"Oh my God? What did I see? It's dangerous!"`

"Slytherin's batter, Lek Onsato, hit the Bludger from the side. He was going to knock Leon out of the air! Can Leon Black avoid the Bludger?"

"Oh my god! Did he have eyes in his back? He actually avoided it."

"The ball is scored! The score is '10:0'!"

The Gryffindor students suddenly burst into alarming shouts, and the shouts continued for a long time.

Meanwhile, on the other side of the sky.

A gorgeous golden ball pierced the sky, and two figures chased each other wildly. This is the seeker of both sides chasing the 'Golden Snitch', known as the fastest flying object. This is the key to determining the outcome of the game. It can be the final word, and The key to a comeback.

"Let's take a look at the situation of the Golden Snitch on the other side." The host began to broadcast the current situation on the other side of the sky, and her voice suddenly rose again:

"Wait, what's going on?"

"Gryffindor's Seeker Harry Potter actually has such amazing flying skills. He made an extreme turn and threw away Slytherin's Seeker Terrence Legges!"

"Incredible! He is a natural Quidditch player. The arc of this extreme turn is really amazing."

"Terence Leggs is not to be outdone. He caught up again!"

"Harry!" Ron suddenly roared, "Come on! Kill the Slytherin brat!"

"Vulgar!" Hermione was startled in her contemplation and glared at him, then she also set her eyes on Harry who was galloping on the court.

Next to the two of them, there was someone who seemed to be isolated from the world, sitting there quietly, and no sound could affect him.

"Quirinus Quirrell..." Meka narrowed his eyes.

He saw Professor Quirrell opposite with a strange smile, his eyes fixed on Harry who was flying in the air, this smile was disturbing.

"Will there be any accidents today?"

Meka guessed that there might be a confrontation of spells in a while, which could be used to test the results of his Transfiguration spell.

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In the blue sky, Harry's eyes followed the golden snitch that flew through the air like lightning. It flapped its wings, and a bright light flashed on its body. Each time it flashed, it would move dozens of meters horizontally.

"The flying broom of the Nimbus 2000 is really good."

Harry smiled. The flying broom he was driving was also extremely fast. Facing the amazing speed of the golden snitch, he could actually follow it closely.

He held the broom tightly. The mysterious patterns on the broom glowed with a faint golden light. Soon, his body lags behind, and the wind whistles past his ears. He catches up with the golden snitch in front of him.

"Don't even think about it!" The Slytherin seeker looked fierce.

He actually took a shortcut and waited there. He didn't reach out to catch the golden snitch, but turned sideways to knock Harry down in the air.

"Not good." Harry's face changed.

He quickly turned around and shot towards the ground. An elbow brushed against his ear, and his ear suddenly felt hot and painful.

The broom in his hand was also shaking, and it seemed to be out of control. He quickly reached out to hold it steady, thus avoiding falling.

"That was close." Harry breathed.

When he looked for the figure of the Golden Snitch again, a golden light suddenly flashed in front of his eyes and whistled away.

"There is a chance!" Harry's eyes lit up immediately.

Unexpectedly, such a sharp turn to avoid danger not only did not increase the distance, but it was a blind cat encountering a dead mouse, predicting the route of the Golden Snitch in advance.

He accelerated, and his figure broke through the air and chased the Golden Snitch.

"Catch it before it reaches the ground!"

Harry took a deep breath and accelerated again, his figure was shaking so fast.

He reached out to grab the Golden Snitch, and the distance was getting closer little by little.

"Almost."

"Just a little bit."

Suddenly, screams rang out in the venue, and the host shouted:

"Gryffindor's Harry Potter is in danger!"

"What?" Harry was stunned and turned his head suddenly.

The black iron ball shot over from the sky like a cannonball, with a sharp whistle that almost tore his eardrums. This time, it was probably going to explode his head!

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