[Comprehensive] Please call me Miss Holmes

In the early morning, the first ray of sunlight at Hogwarts passed through the darkness and shone on the Ravenclaw tower. At the top of the tower, a girl in a black robe sat there motionless, lying on her side A lazy cat.

After another hour, the girl stretched and stood up, picked up the cat, and walked along the stairs to the common room. Padma was still in her pajamas, sitting by the fire, and moved aside when she saw her coming After a moment, Circe sat down.

"Look, it's this year's star team player." Padma excitedly opened a magazine called "Quidditch You Don't Know" and showed it to her. On the screen was a handsome blond guy with his left hand Holding a broom, holding a small golden thing with transparent wings in his right hand,

"What is this? An air race?" Circe was a little curious, she had never seen such a thing before,

"My god, my god, don't you know about the Snitch? Haven't you ever watched a Quidditch match, haven't you once?" Padma almost cried out in surprise, at this time Lisa also came down, and the two I looked at her in unison, with a bit of disbelief and even pity in my eyes, as if I felt that it was a very painful thing not to know about Quidditch.This made Circe's head full of black lines.

It's a weird thing sometimes, if you realize you just learned something, the next thing you notice is it's everywhere.

Circe is like this at the moment. Ever since Padma and the others learned about Quidditch in the waiting room that day, she found that people are talking about Quidditch everywhere, such discussions when eating and walking. It's not limited to first years, in fact Padma also said that first year students at Hogwarts are not allowed to play.So the first grade is just a discussion, and the senior students have already devoted themselves to the next Quidditch competition.

At this time, something caused an uproar - Mr. Harry Potter, the savior, was seen participating in Gryffindor's Quidditch training.The news spread across the entire campus in an instant, and students from the other three houses protested, especially Slytherin.The principal Dumbledore did not come forward to explain. It was Professor McGonagall who appeased the students. She promised: If anyone has an extraordinary talent in flying and gets the guarantee from the head of the school, he can be like Harry Potter. Special same.

As soon as the new regulations appeared, many Quidditch fans approached the deans. Unfortunately, until the day before the Quidditch match started, Sercy had not heard of anyone who had been allowed.Even Malfoy, who vowed that he would succeed, failed. As we all know, Professor Snape, the dean of the Slytherin house where he was, was his godfather.But this time, for some reason, even Snape didn't favor him as much as before.

After entering November, the weather becomes very cold.The mountains around Hogwarts were gray and every morning there was frost on the ground.Circe still maintains the good habit of getting up early, and from the top of the tower, he can see the newly decorated Quidditch pitch.Hagrid, the bearded giant, defrosts his broomsticks in the morning.

Quidditch season has begun.The first game on Saturday is Gryffindor vs Slytherin.If the Gryffindor team wins, their ranking in the House Cup will rise to No.2.

Circe met Hermione in the library for a long time, and the last cold war was over when Harry and Ron went to rescue her.This time Hermione was looking for some books about Quidditch for Harry.

This morning, the weather was sunny and cold.The restaurant smelled tantalizingly of grilling sausages, and everyone chatted happily in anticipation of a good Quidditch game.

"Do you think Gryffindor is stronger or Slytherin is stronger?" Padma poked her head from the opposite side while spreading jam on the bread,

"Who knows?" Lisa, who has always been shy, actually participated in the discussion quite normally, "I want Gryffindor to win, I don't like Slytherin."

By eleven o'clock, it seemed the whole school was in the stands around the Quidditch pitch.Many students also brought binoculars.The seats are literally raised to mid-air, but it's still hard to see the game at times.Circe came to the top row and joined Padma and Lisa.Mrs. Hooch, from flying lessons, was the referee.She stood in the middle of the field, her broomstick in hand, waiting for the players on both sides.

"Listen, I want everyone to play fairly and honestly," she said once the players gathered around her.And he took a special look at Marcus Flint, the captain of the Slytherin team and a sixth-year student, "Please ride on the broomsticks." The next second, Mrs. Hooch blew her silver whistle vigorously.

Fifteen broomsticks rose from the ground and rose high into the sky.The game begins.

Lee Jordan, the game commentator, was a friend of the Weasley twins, so despite Professor McGonagall's close watch, he got too carried away scoring in Gryffindor.If you are not careful, you will be warned.

Suddenly, someone screamed nearby, and Marcus Flint deliberately slammed into Harry, and Harry's broomstick suddenly deviated from the direction, "Foul!" The Gryffindors shouted loudly.

Mrs Hooch angrily reprimanded Flint before ordering Gryffindor to take a free-kick at the goalposts.

Lee Jordan found it difficult to be impartial. "So—after that obvious and despicable cheating just now—"

"Jordan!" Professor McGonagall roared.

"I mean, after that public and offensive foul just now—"

"Jordan, I remind you—"

"Okay, okay. Flint nearly killed the Gryffindor team's Seeker, which happens to anyone I'm sure, so the Gryffindor free throw was taken by Arya, who Passed the ball, it went well, the game went on and Gryffindor still had the ball."

It happened just as Harry dodged another Bludger.There was a sudden, frightening shake on his broomstick.It was as if the broomstick was trying desperately to throw him off.However, a flying broomstick does not suddenly decide to throw its owner off.Circe noticed that Harry's broom was completely out of control.He couldn't make it turn around.He couldn't direct it at all.The broomstick shuttled through the air turning left and right, shaking violently from time to time, almost falling him off.

However, Lee continued to explain. "Slytherin got the ball - Flint got the Quaffle - passed to Arya - passed to Bell - got hit hard in the face by a Bludger, hoping to break his nose - Just kidding, Professor - Slytherin scored - oh shit"

There were cheers from the stands following Slytherin's goal, and no one seemed to notice that Harry's broom was behaving strangely.The broom twitched and twisted wildly all the way, slowly, higher and higher, pushing Harry away from the field.Harry could barely hold himself together so he wouldn't fall.Suddenly, there was another frantic twist on the broomstick, and Harry was thrown off by it.He now hangs in the air with only one hand on the handle of the broom.

There was a burst of exclamation from the professor's stand. I don't know what happened. Professor Snape seemed to be on fire, and the students' attention was attracted. On the field, Harry quickly dived towards the ground, He puts his hand over his mouth as if to vomit - he hits the ground on all fours - coughs - something golden falls into his palm.

"I caught the Snitch!" he yelled, swinging the ball high over his head, and the game ended in chaos.plum.Jordan was still shouting the result of the game with joy—the Gryffindor team won by 170 points to [-] points.

"Hey, Lisa, did you see Circe?" Padma patted his excited blushing friend, "Was she still here just now?"

On the edge of the Forbidden Forest, a man in a black robe was walking in. He seemed to be seriously injured, and even his steps were staggering.

"Stop!" A girl's voice came from the shadows,

The man in black robe paused, turned around,

"It really is you, Professor Quirrell! Or should I call you Voldemort?" Circe raised the wand in his hand, although it may not be used, at least it can act as a deterrent.

Voldemort laughed, "Can you kill me with this pediatric toy? Are all Hogwarts students so naive these days?"

"You have to try this to know, right?" Circe replied calmly,

Then she didn't see any movement, Voldemort suddenly felt his body heavy, "What did you do to me?" Voldemort fell to the ground unwillingly,

"It's just some simple petrified powder. I just modified it. Don't be nervous, I just want to ask you a question. Is there a woman named Gina among your Death Eaters?" Circe put away her wand and walked away Go to the place where Voldemort fell, look down at him, and give him Veritaserum by the way.

For the first time in decades, Voldemort felt fear. The little girl in front of him gave him a completely different feeling, as if he was invincible.And he has always been aware of current affairs for the strong, "No, never."

"So," Circe waved her hand, and Voldemort's sleeve was lifted, "what's the mark?" The same mark was on Gina.After wandering around Hogwarts for so long, Sherlock finally gained something.

At first glance, this mark looks like a figure made up of leprechauns. It is a huge skeleton made up of countless green star-like things. A large python emerges from the mouth of the skeleton like a tongue. .After it appears, it will rise higher and higher, a cloud of green smoke shining brightly, against the dark night sky, like a new constellation.

"This is the one who gave it to me," Voldemort's pupils shrank, "the immortal Dracula." As soon as he finished speaking, Voldemort's expression began to become painful, and then, with a twist, he attached himself to the strange The face in the back of Professor Luo's head disappeared.

"Dracula? What a troublesome creature! A group that lives in the dark without a soul." Circe looked at the sky, which was half dark and half bright.

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