Soaring at Hogwarts

"Cheer up, Harry." Samantha encouraged Harry after Wood finished his never-changing pre-match speech. "Ian said if we win, he can hang Peeves again. once."

Harry laughed weakly and felt his legs were a little weak.

Gryffindor VS Slytherin, the Quidditch match is about to begin.

There was a lot of excitement in the stands, and Ian played a trick and sat next to Quirrell, preparing to interrupt him when he did something bad.

In front of them was Snape.

"Who do you think will win, Professor Quirrell?"

"It's, it's, it's possible." Quirrell still looked like he was stammering.

After saying hello, Ian sat quietly next to him, really like a little wizard coming to watch a Quidditch match.

On the field, Angelina was the first to throw the Quaffle into the hoop, scoring ten points for Gryffindor.

What followed was a fierce competition, with the players flying in and out of the air, and the bright red and dark green team uniforms tearing the sky into small pieces, making it dazzling and dizzying.

Ian was intrigued too.

"The Slytherin team has the ball," Lee Jordan explained in the stands. "The chaser Pussy lowered his head to avoid two bludgers, then avoided the Weasley twins and the chaser Bell, and ran toward-- Wait a minute—is that a snitch?”

"Oh!"

The shouts in the audience suddenly rose.

Ian couldn't help but lean forward and concentrate on the game.

Harry and Slytherin Seeker Terrence Higgs also saw the snitch, and they flew forward side by side.

The whole audience was watching these two people.

Harry flew faster - he was closing in on the Snitch - and Marcus Flint, the captain of the Slytherin team, slammed into Harry.

There were boos in the stands - and Ian too - and an indignant fist pump, and Ian leaned back in his seat.

"Despicable Slytherin," Ian cursed under his breath.

Quirrell nodded: "S-Slytherin is like this, despicable, and has produced many black wizards."

At this point, Quirrell couldn't help but trembled, as if he was very frightened.

Snape glanced back at Quirrell, who winced.

Ian laughed secretly in his heart.

"Yes, that's right," Quirrell said, "I haven't congratulated you yet for defeating Peeves. What spell did you use? It's so, so outstanding."

"Hmm..." Ian showed an expression that said, "It's hard for me to explain to you." "A kind of magic spell to deal with spirits? Probably? It has many uses."

"Yes, dealing with spirits?"

"Yes, I prefer dark magic creatures." Ian nodded, "It's very suitable for dealing with ghosts and the like."

Quirrell shuddered again, this time sincerely.

"This, such a powerful curse, have you told Dumbledore, the principal?"

"Not yet, I'm sorting it out."

"Oh." Quirrell laughed dryly.

"To deal with dark magic," he continued, "What kind of power do you think is needed?"

"Huh? What do you mean?"

"S-Suppose we want to deal with the mysterious man," Quirrell said cautiously, "What do you think needs to be done?"

When the mysterious man was mentioned, he shuddered again.

"Hmm," Ian tilted his head, "I don't know. Dealing with a mysterious man? I've never thought about that."

When giving such a duplicitous answer, Ian secretly thought in his heart, what is the purpose of Quirrell's words?

It couldn't possibly be to fight against Voldemort.

Or were you frightened by the "exorcism and enchantment"?

"Then, what do you think about it now?" Quirrell looked expectantly, "You, you are sure there is a way, right?"

"I really don't know, Professor." Ian said with a silly look on his face, "How could I even think of dealing with a big guy like Voldemort?"

As the two chatted, cheers rang out from the stands again.

Looking towards the field, Harry was speeding up and diving.

"Harry is flying!" Lee shouted. "Did he see the Snitch? The Slytherin Seeker moved too!"

Terrence Higgs apparently didn't see the Snitch, he just seemed to be chasing Harry.

This time, Gryffindor gave Slytherin no chance to cause trouble. Fred hit the Bludger towards Marcus Flint, and every team member clung to his opponent.

Harry dove toward the ground so fast that he was seen covering his mouth with his hands as if he were about to vomit - he landed on all fours - coughing - and something golden fell into the palm of his hand.

"Snitch! Harry caught the snitch! Gryffindor wins!" Li shouted loudly, "170 points to ten, a big victory!"

The stands were filled with excitement, and Ian stood up with everyone, cheering.

The little wizards hugged each other and screamed to express their inner excitement.

Lee was still bragging about this victory behind the microphone: "We haven't seen such a clean Quidditch match for a long time! If it weren't for Slytherin's insidious tricks..."

Professor McGonagall didn't even stop Lee, she looked more excited than anyone else.

Ian opened his arms and looked around, also looking for someone to hug and fist-fist with each other - but it definitely couldn't be Quirrell - but everyone seemed to have a partner.

Snape turned around unkindly at this time, and Ian subconsciously took a step forward.

The professor looked like he had seen a ghost.

"Ha, haha." Ian felt that he was infected by Quirrell and said with a dry smile, "It's really, really a beautiful game, isn't it?"

Awkwardly running away from the scene of the accident, Ian ran to join his friends.

Samantha, Ian, Harry, Ron and Hermione gathered in Hagrid's cabin, happily drinking tea.

"I really want to see Snape's face," Samantha said happily. "It makes me happy just thinking about it! He has been picking on me since Halloween."

Ever since Samantha's retort that day, Snape had never made her feel comfortable in Potions class.

Snape's face was wonderful.Ian thought silently, lowering his head to drink tea.

"Oh, Halloween!" Harry suddenly remembered something, looked at Ron and Hermione and said, "I discovered something about him. That night, he wanted to pass the big dog with three heads.

It bit him.We think he was trying to steal something the big dog was guarding. "

Hagrid put down the teapot heavily.

"How do you know Lu Wei?" he asked.

"Lu Wei?"

"Yeah - it's mine - bought it from a greek I met at the hotel last year - I lent it to Dumbledore to guard -"

"What?" Harry asked eagerly.

"Okay, don't ask anymore," Hagrid said rudely, "That's Secret No. [-], understand?"

"But Snape wanted to steal it."

"Nonsense," said Hagrid again, "Snape is a teacher at Hogwarts, and he would never do something like that."

"We can't believe his character!"

"I tell you, you are wrong!" Hagrid said irritably. "Professor Snape must have a reason for doing this. I can't tell you! If you don't know, you just don't know.

Now, all three of you, listen to me - you are meddling in things that have nothing to do with you.This is very dangerous.

Forget about the big dog and what it's guarding, this is between Professor Dumbledore and Nico Flamel—"

"Aha!" said Harry. "So there's a guy named Nicole Lemay involved, isn't it?"