Hogwarts God of Ice and Fire

At this moment, on the Quidditch pitch, Harry's broomstick twitched and twisted crazily all the way, gradually leading Harry away from the field.

"Don't know what Harry wants to do," muttered Hagrid from the stands, watching through his binoculars. "If I didn't know him that well, I'd think he couldn't control his broom...but he couldn't." ..."

Hagrid didn't understand the seriousness of the matter, he just thought Harry was using some special tactics.

But suddenly, all the people in the stands looked at Harry, only to see that Harry's Nimbus 2000 began to roll and roll non-stop, which made him barely support it so that it would not fall off.

Immediately afterwards, the Nimbus 2000 twisted wildly again, which caused Harry to be thrown off by it. At this critical moment, Harry grabbed the broomstick with only one hand, and hung dangerously in the air.

"Did something happen to the broom when Flint bumped into him just now?" Seamus whispered in the stands.

"Impossible," said Hagrid, his voice trembling a little. "Nothing can interfere with a broomstick except powerful black magic, and it's impossible for a child to cast that kind of magic on a Nimbus 2000."

Hagrid's words seemed to lead Hermione's thinking in the right direction. After hearing Hagrid's words, Hermione grabbed Hagrid's binoculars. Instead of looking up at Harry, she began to look anxiously at the crowd.

"What are you doing?" Ron said with a dead face. Harry's current state made the Gryffindor team almost lose the possibility of winning.

"I guessed it," gasped Hermione. "It's Professor Snape! Look!"

Ron grabbed the binoculars, and Professor Snape stood in the middle of the stands opposite them, his eyes fixed on Harry, and he muttered silently.

"He's playing tricks! Hexing the broomstick," Hermione said to Ron and Irina.

Ron jumped anxiously: "Then what should we do?"

"Look at me!"

While talking, Hermione turned around and planned to walk towards the teachers' bench.

But at this moment, Irina stopped her and said, "Wait, Hermione, look!"

With that said, Irina turned Hermione's head and made Hermione look in Quirrell's direction.

"That's... Professor Quirrell?!"

Hermione said in disbelief.

In her impression, Quirrell was just a courageous person who stuttered even in class. He didn't seem like someone who would use black magic on Harry. Like Professor Snape is targeting Harry on weekdays!

Irina nodded and said: "Yes, not only Professor Snape, Quirrell is also looking directly at Harry, he seems to be reciting some spell!"

But before Irina finished the analysis, Ron, who saw Quirrell with a telescope, said loudly: "I see, Professor Snape is casting black magic on Harry, and the cowardly Quirrell can only cast it silently." Quirrell, who counter-cursed to save Harry and silently dedicated himself to his students, what a wonderful person!"

Hearing this, Irina slapped her forehead.

"Great analysis, don't analyze it next time!"

Irina patted Ron on the shoulder and said earnestly.

Looking at Hermione who believed Ron's analysis and was about to set off to stop Professor Snape, Irina said, "Hermione, let me do it, my magic level is higher."

With that said, Irina squeezed towards the teacher's bench one step ahead of Hermione.

Irina intended to use the excuse of stopping Professor Snape, but actually attacked Quirrell to interrupt the spellcasting.

Alas, my dear Stuart, I can only help you so far!

Irina sighed.

She made it through the crowd with difficulty and came not far from Professor Snape and Quirrell.

She quietly drew out her wand, ready to cast a spell.

At the same time, more than 100 meters away, in the Slytherin camp.

Lin En looked in the direction of the teacher's seat, holding a metal block in his hand, and as he injected the magic power in his body into the metal block in his hand, the corners of his mouth slightly curled up.

"Three... two... one... let's go!"

"Snapped!"

Lynn counted down softly, and after the last second counted down, he snapped his fingers vigorously.

Bang!

On the teacher's seat, the alchemy bomb under Quilo's seat received a magic signal and exploded immediately.

Terrifying flames soared up, engulfing Quirrell with the seat, and the huge shock wave hit Quirrell's butt hard, pushing Quirrell upwards fiercely.

A violent explosion happened suddenly, but what is strange is that the explosion seemed to be huge, but its scope was only the part where Quirrell was.

A few meters away, Irina, who was already harboring ulterior motives, staggered in fright at the sound of the violent explosion, and almost fell to the ground.

"Aoooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooo..."

I saw that under the terrifying shock wave, Quirrell was blown up into the sky, and after flying upwards for more than ten meters, he fell headfirst towards the lawn of the Quidditch field.

On the teacher's bench, Irina watched Quirrell's miserable state, and patted her chest, which was not plump, with some fear.

Suddenly, she seemed to think of something, and turned her attention to the Slytherin camp.

This kind of terrifyingly powerful magic bomb that can limit the range is probably only capable of being made by a skilled alchemist. Recalling the metal blocks surrounded by senior Rolle that day, Irina had no choice but to make this explosion The accident was associated with the senior Rolle.

Is this a coincidence, or...

Irina thought with some doubts, but soon, her eyes became resentful.

She was taken aback by the sudden explosion!

Woo, this is a mental damage fee, I'm serious!

……

Above the lawn of the Quidditch pitch, thanks to Professor McGonagall, after seeing the danger of his colleagues, he cast a floating spell like rain in time, suspending Quirrell in the air, otherwise Quirrell would hit his head down and his brains would be destroyed. Explosion can't be saved even by magic!

Quirrell was trembling with fright, but there was a sinister light in his eyes that seemed to be frightened.

Quirrell's butt was already bloody and bloody under the explosion. Fortunately, Professor McGonagall rushed over in time and ordered several Gryffindor students not far away to take Quirrell to the school hospital.

Quirrell was lifted up by a few Gryffindor students with the Levitation Charm. Blood was flowing from his buttocks and legs, and the bones in his legs were almost shattered. It had reached the point where he had to take Bone Spirit to heal. His lungs The chest was also violently hit under the shock wave, and blood flowed out from the corner of his mouth.

He scanned the stands viciously, trying to find the culprit, but he was destined to find nothing.

"You trash, the products of human alchemy are all stuck under your ass, and you didn't even notice it!"

In Quirrell's mind, Voldemort was also yelling at him, accusing him of being useless.

Meanwhile, the Slytherin camp.

Malfoy looked at Quirrell who was blown up, and said bluntly: "Fuck, Quirrell is blown up!"

Suspected national quintessence leaked!

Lin En, who had done bad things but was not guilty, glanced at him and thought.