Hogwarts becomes host

"Of course, I'm fine." Harry curled his lips and said, "And Professor McGonagall said that she will check my broom for me before games start in the future."

"Well, he is indeed Potter's son."

On the way back to the castle, Adair chatted casually, just like when they came.

There was no way, the Forbidden Forest was a bit far from the school, and they had to take a longer detour because of Voldemort's fog.

Walking a long way back so late and in such cold weather, if you don't chat to distract yourself, you will fall asleep because of boredom and freeze to death.

"I remember that your father has never lost since he joined the Quidditch team. Plus, he really likes to express himself. Every time he throws the quaffle, he flies around the stands to show off. My roommate curses his broomstick every day. Something happened, but unfortunately it never worked out.”

"" Harry didn't know how to answer the question. What a ridiculous inheritance. If he hadn't just heard that Voldemort was lurking in the school, he would have actually believed Adair's statement. "He's the Chaser"

"He is an ace, and his flying skills are so good that he can play in any position. Although he is usually a chaser, he was a seeker for a while when I was in seventh grade because the Gryffindor team couldn't find a new player. "

Adair looked into the distance and said thoughtfully.

"When we were Seekers for the first time, we thought we could take advantage, but he ended the game in only five minutes. After that, when Gryffindor played against Ravenclaw or Hufflepuff, Slytherin students would organize to go there. Stand, curse him off his broom.”

""Although it was his father's proud history, from Adair's perspective, Harry felt very embarrassed, as if he was listening to the complaints of a victim.

"So when you were playing that day, I actually hoped that you would fall down. I had already thought about what song to play to celebrate. Slytherin had been waiting for Potter to fall off the broom for seven years. It's a pity that that idiot Voldemort actually let you fall off. The broom flew over and hit me." Adair cursed, "That idiot only knows how to hold Slytherin back."

"Then, aren't you playing music to cheer me up?" Harry asked blankly, as if he had heard something extraordinary.

"A Slytherin will cheer up Gryffindor, no, no, I just made up an illusion because it was boring." Regarding Harry's question, Adair cast a caring look. "Just like chatting with you now and so on, it seems that I am busy with something."

Suddenly, Adair narrowed his eyes and pulled Harry to ask him to stop.

"What's going on?"

"It seems that Lord Voldemort was very unwilling and left something small to prevent us from returning to school." Adair chuckled, "Fortunately, I promised Dumbledore that I would send you back safely. He probably thought he was pretending to leave. It allows me to relax my guard and switch personalities. If that kid comes out instead, you two will be doomed."

As he spoke, he used a floating spell to levitate the rocks on the ground and threw them towards the road ahead.

The seemingly normal ground suddenly cracked, and the trees on both sides moved sideways as if they were squeezed away. An eight-foot-long horizontal crack appeared on the ground. The stone fell into the bottomless darkness, and then the crack closed. , the woods have returned to their original state, and there is no problem at all.

Harry swallowed, he didn't want to think about what would happen if someone fell.

"How did you find out?"

"I can hear the fluctuations of magic. As I said just now, the Shafiq family is very sensitive to sounds." Adair answered casually as he waved his wand and began to try to break the spell. "This is the reverse use of music magic. When you want to control the magic in an area and turn them into music or illusions, you must first understand the magic in the area, so you can detect it in reverse."

He seemed a little confused. After casting the spell, the trap was still not lifted, but a large plume of purple smoke exploded above it.

After thinking for a while, Adair raised his head, smiled again and spoke to Harry.

"But I can't disarm this trap. Sorry, we have to take a detour again."

"Ah" Harry was stunned. Seeing Adair smiling so confidently, he thought he was sure. "I've discovered it all, why can't I crack it?"

"Well, there are several common ways to break a wizard's spell, including brute force, breaking the spell, moving the target or triggering it with something else, or just leaving it alone."

Adair picked up another stone because someone in the live broadcast room asked if he could climb a branch or use other methods to cross over from above, so this time he threw a straight line.

The stone suddenly stopped when it flew over the trap. It stayed in the air for a few seconds, lost power and fell, falling into the crack again.

"I can't move such a big thing, and it's useless to trigger it with other things. This is continuous." Adair spread his hands and said helplessly. "The spell-breaking spell failed. As for brute force cracking, this is the stupidest way. When you don't understand a magic item, never inject magic randomly. No one knows what strange changes will happen when it collides with magic that you don't understand. And the Dark Lord must have made preparations for this."

"But we can't just leave this alone."

"Just let Dumbledore take care of it tomorrow morning. He seems to have used a few special techniques. Anyway, ordinary spell-breaking spells are of no use at all. Dumbledore has been able to fight Voldemort for so long, so he can probably solve these techniques. It's really no good." Just don’t let anyone get close to you.”

Voldemort wouldn't have set up multiple locations to trap Bubba and Harry in the Forbidden Forest.

It's okay. Dad can apparate. Even if it doesn't work, he still has communication methods. Although it's a bit embarrassing to ask someone to rescue him.

But Hogwarts prohibits Apparition in the Forbidden Forest, right?

Soon the crow's mouth of the barrage was realized. Adair and Harry walked around the forest for a long time, but could not get out. Sometimes they were close enough to see the castle, but there were traps blocking the way, forcing them to Take a detour and leave.

In response, Adair's face became increasingly gloomy, while Harry felt tired and wanted to doze off.

"Childish, despicable, disgusting guys." When they encountered the fourth trap, Adair couldn't remain calm and cursed several times, "If you can't win, just use this boring method. It's exactly the same as before. I I finally understand how the Ministry of Magic and Dumbledore feel, damn cunning snakes."

"Same as before" Harry asked nagging. "Did he do this before?"

"Yes, instead of fighting head-on, he uses various methods to tire out the Aurors. Instead, he specifically targets the families of the Aurors or some weak wizarding families." Adair snorted disdainfully, "The Ministry of Magic can't find anyone. His whereabouts allowed his power to slowly expand, and it wasn't until more and more people followed or were threatened to join that he began to attack people unscrupulously."

"He likes to play with his prey in various ways, hiding in the shadows and waiting for opportunities. He doesn't attack you until you are relaxed or tired. He is as cunning as a snake."

Seeing Harry's tired look, Adair shook his head.

"Dumbledore won't be back until tomorrow morning, and no one in the castle can help us now. We have no choice. Let's go to the centaurs tribe to stay for a day and wait until the morning."