Over the Quidditch pitch, under the watchful eye,

Harry dodged the Bludger that was crashing into him in a thrilling tumbling stance, and then leaned out to catch the Golden Snitch at hand.

"Hurry, hurry!" Harry muttered to himself as he increased the speed of the Halo 2000 to the extreme, and his fingers could even feel the sound of the wind from the Golden Snitch flicking its wings.

Victory is at hand...

However, at this moment, the ghost flying ball that had just been dodged struck again, and it was already approaching in front of him in an instant.

Catch or dodge?

In the space of a second, Harry's mind had already been engaged in countless battles, and his body was constantly reminding him to avoid danger, but the desire to catch the Snitch prevailed.

Because Slytherin's Seeker Malfoy has already caught up, this is undoubtedly the Golden Snitch to be handed over.

Just as Harry was about to resist a Bludger's attack and get the Golden Snitch in his hands.

A speeding shadow burst into Harry's line of sight and crashed into the Bludger that was attacking him, knocking it to the side.

Harry grabbed the Snitch in his hand, and the Quidditch pitch erupted in cheers.

Harry smiled and turned his head to thank Ivan, he had already seen that the shadow that had saved him was actually a Quaffle.

In his impression, only Ivan has such miraculous ball control skills.

But when Harry turned around, he was greeted by the Bludger that had just been knocked away, and even the Quaffle crashed towards him out of control.

The next moment, Harry felt a blow to his shoulders and waist, and his body fell off his broomstick like a broken kite.

The cheers on the Quidditch field suddenly stopped,

Ivan, who was not too far away, rushed up on a broomstick and caught Harry so that he wouldn't fall directly to the ground.

Landing on the court, Ivan looked at Harry, who was holding his shoulders with a painful expression, and his expression was very helpless.

He thought that if he had got the advance diary in his hands and prevented the chamber from being opened, Dobby would stop a little.

Unexpectedly, the other party still made a move, and even controlled the Quaffle he played, Ivan had to admit that Dobby "cared" about Harry beyond his imagination.

Not long after Ivan landed with Harry, Wood and the others immediately surrounded him.

A large number of Gryffindor's young wizards also left their house seats and ran to the arena.

Ms. Hooch descended from the sky on a broomstick, her face was very gloomy with the Bludger and Quaffle that had just gotten out of control.

"Lady Hodge, must be the Slytherin people, secretly casting magic on Bludgers and Quaffles, they must be trying to win the game with such dastardly means!" George said angrily.

"! We're not going to do that kind of thing! Slytherin's captain, Marcus, retorted.

"I think maybe Potter has had bad luck lately," Malfoy said in a strange tone.

The Gryffindor cubs were angry when they looked at Malfoy's gloating appearance, and at the same time they were even more sure that it was these Slytherins who were doing the trick.

"Alright, stop arguing!" Ms. Huo Qi watched the smell of gunpowder on both sides getting stronger and stronger, and hurriedly stopped her.

"Anyway, I will give you a truthful reaction to this matter, and Headmaster Dumbledore, let them decide!"

Ms. Hooch's gaze lingered on Marcus's for a moment.

I have to say that when Bludger and Quaffle went out of control one after another, even she almost thought that Marcus was looking for someone to do it.

After all, if Harry, the Seeker, is smashed off the field, the Slytherin team will benefit the most!

It's just that Huo Qi knows very well that ordinary little wizards can't do such a powerful confusion spell on Bludger, let alone control the Quaffle to attack Harry together.

"Mrs. Hooch, I think the most important thing we should do now is to send Harry to the school hospital!" Ivan couldn't help but interrupt.

"Oh, yes!" Only then did Miss Hooch notice Harry, who was lying on the ground with a pained expression, and noticed that he seemed to be about to faint, and hurriedly spoke up. "I'll get Potter to the hospital as fast as I can."

"Get out of the way.. Get out of the way, can you please let the most professional people in? I'll treat Harry's wounds, and if you delay a little longer, he'll have to suffer more—" At this moment, Lockhart's hearty voice rang out in the crowd.

Harry, who was dazed, was shocked when he heard this voice, and he took Miss Hodge with his still intact left hand, and said in a hurried tone. "Quick, Mrs. Hodge, take me to the school hospital!"

Miss Hooch looked a little weird, but nodded anyway, levitated Harry with a levitation charm, and flew him towards the castle on a broomstick.

"Where's Potter?" Lockhart managed to squeeze out of the crowd, but it was strange that Harry was not seen.

"Ms. Hooch sent him to the university hospital, Professor!" Ivan gestured to the two men who had already flown into the distance.

"That's a shame, I've mastered some healing magic when I've traveled before, and it only takes a second for Potter to heal!" Lockhart was disappointed that he felt he had missed an opportunity to express himself.

However, the hundreds of young wizards on the field did not pay any attention to him, but faintly divided into two camps, casting hostile glances at each other.

Previously, due to Lady Hodge's pressure, the Gryffindor cubs, although angry at Slytherin's actions during the game, did not dare to do it at will, but now it is different.

On the other hand, the Slytherin cadets had just lost the game and were slandered by their opponents, and they were also angry.

The smell of gunpowder on the field is getting stronger and stronger...

Only Ivan knew very well that the person who controlled the Bludger was Dobby, a house-elf, but he had no evidence and couldn't explain where he got this information...

"What do you all want to do?" Lockhart was keenly aware that something was wrong, and took a few steps back faintly.

Lockhart's words were like a fuse, instantly detonating the audience, and for a while, colorful magical lights flickered on the Quidditch field.

"Except for your weapons!"

"Deadtongue seals!"

"Faint!"

......

"Stop! Stop it! The pitch suddenly became extremely chaotic, and Lockhart tried to maintain order, but unfortunately no one would listen to him.

The scene even became even more chaotic...