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For the misunderstanding just now, the little witch was very shy.

After listening to Amber's plan, Hermione nodded hastily, covered her face, and quickly ran out of the classroom.

After explaining everything, Amber breathed a sigh of relief and returned to the dormitory alone, constantly reviewing the entire process of action in his mind.

Two days passed in a blink of an eye, and this day was the opening ceremony of the Quidditch match.

As the well-deserved first event in the wizarding world, even if the mass fainting incident occurred just two days ago, it was completely unable to dispel the students' love and pursuit of Quidditch.

The first game of the year is Gryffindor vs Slytherin, and the professor who arranges the game is clearly proficient at pulling hatred.

This also caused everyone to go to the competition venue on the day of the competition, and there were very few students who stayed in the castle.

"Five Seven Seven" Amber is one of them.

The melodious whistle resounded in the sky, and fourteen brooms took off in unison, hovering in mid-air, competing for each other.

And this whistle became Amber's alarm. With the whistle, Amber, who was wearing an invisibility cloak, quietly left the Slytherin lounge.

He knew that in this Quidditch match, Quirrell, or Voldemort, would definitely hit Harry.

And this is Amber's rare action time.

But Amber didn't go to Quirrell's office first, but after a circle, he came to Snape's potion warehouse on the first floor.

Looking at the warehouse full of potions in front of him, the smile on Anbo's face became more and more blooming.

"I'm sorry, Professor.

Immediately, Amber waved his wand, and the dragon skin pocket on his waist instantly opened, like a bottomless pit. Scavenge the entire Potions Warehouse.

Immediately, he carefully took out a bottle of fiery red potion and placed it on the shelf in the middle.

Looking up and down at his arrangement, Amber nodded in satisfaction, then turned and walked quickly towards Quirrell's office on the fourth floor.

On the other side, on the Quidditch field.

The game had just started, and Quirrell was sitting in the stands, staring at Harry in midair uneasily.

Quirrell, or Voldemort, hadn't given up the chance to take Harry's hand.

In Voldemort's view, even though he was embarrassed at Amber's hands, Harry Potter was more dangerous and more important than important.

Amber was just a clever first-year freshman, but Harry Potter was the real culprit in his eleven miserable years.

Thinking of this, Voldemort's face filled with hatred.

Harry Potter, today is your day of death.

The game went on slowly, and the confrontation on the field became more and more intense.

Harry, who didn't know anything, was now looking for the Golden Snitch without any distractions.

Suddenly, he felt the broom, which he had controlled as arms as paper, vibrate violently at this time.

This kind of shaking made him overwhelmed for a while. He instinctively thought that there was something wrong with the Nimbus 2001. He quickly recalled the previous book "Broom Repairing Compendium", and constantly adjusted the performance of the broom.

However, doing so was doomed to be useless. The broom took him around the field to fly faster and faster, and even broke the limit of the broom, the whole person turned into an afterimage, shuttled on the Quidditch arena.

"Harry!"

Seeing this scene, the first reaction was not the professor present, but the Weasley brothers who had already focused their attention on Harry.

Seeing the scene, as I said, after Harry's broom had a big problem, the twins resolutely gave up hitting the Bludgers, and the two surrounded them from opposite directions. With their excellent flying ability, they surrounded Harry in circles. in the middle.

"Damn it! The two Weasleys!"

Seeing that his vision was disturbed by the constantly circling Weasley brothers, Quirrell gritted his teeth and cursed in his heart.

In this noisy environment of life, with countless professors sitting around, it was naturally impossible for Voldemort to openly take over Quirrell's body.

And Quirrell, just a graduate of Ravenclaw, is not even a master in a certain field.

Facing the Weasley brothers who couldn't stop circling and disturbing, he naturally couldn't keep his eyes on Harry for a long time.

After cutting off Quirrell's silent casting, Harry felt the pressure ease.

Knowing that he didn't know what happened at this time, he found that the broom had returned to normal inexplicably, and quickly pulled up, panting and continued to search for the trace of the golden snitch......

And Hermione, who had been watching Quirrell and Harry, quietly lowered her head after seeing this scene, took out her phone under the cover of her robe, and sent Amber a message.

On the other side, among Hogwarts Castle.

Amber, who was quietly guarding the door of Quirrell's office, breathed a sigh of relief after seeing this message.

Luckily things were going according to the original book, and Quirrell didn't come up with any more tricks to target Harry.

As for whether Harry would fall off his broom and cause serious injury or even death, Amber wasn't worried at all.

Not to mention that he has already instructed the Weasley twins to protect themselves, and that there are two-digit professors around the arena, just a single floating spell is enough for him to land firmly.

But now, knowing that Quirrell has started to move, he can also move on his side.

I saw Amber draw out his wand and draw mysterious arcs in the air.

The transparent purple mask unfolded instantly, covering the entire office.

At this time, Amber leisurely took out his tools and easily broke the door of the office.

After entering the office, Amber looked at the layout here.

The room was not small, but it seemed overcrowded.

Messy potion materials can be seen everywhere, and some cages are densely hung on the ceiling. Inside are the feather scales of some magical creatures, which have accumulated a 2.0 layer of thin gray, which looks extremely old.

"The camouflage is well done. It seems that there are times when you are afraid without a nose."

After a low murmur, Amber began to work, detecting the magic alert in the room.

The speculum or something is only for pediatrics. With Voldemort's method, if it is really placed in an important place, there must be a more concealed and stronger protective magic.

This is a meticulous work.

Sure enough, after investigating for a while, Amber felt an extremely hidden and obscure magical fluctuation next to a dusty bookshelf.

And as Amber chanted words and waved his wand, layers of magical protection were unlocked.

A lacquer-black wooden cabinet that was hidden in the gap of the space, just like this, was squeezed out from the middle of the two bookshelves, and appeared in front of Amber's eyes.