"He's starting so fast."

Terry on the side whispered, and then the game resumed again, and the Slytherin foul just now caused Mrs. Hooch to award Gryffindor a free throw.

A long time had passed, but the boy hadn't forgotten Harry's amazing start-up speed.

"How does it compare to you?" William asked curiously, the competition in the flying lesson let him know that the boy next to him also had a very good starting speed.

"Well, if we both use the same broom, I'm faster now because I'm better at technology.

But he reacted faster than I did, and I don't know which of the two of us would be faster in a few years. ”

Terry obviously didn't expect that the savior Potter, who was blown up like a god, really had two brushes, and the acceleration just now was quite free.

Perhaps, this is talent, after all, some people are born to eat this bowl of rice.

As the match continued, the tide of battle quickly turned upside down.

Marcus's vicious collision just now seemed to unveil the beginning of Slytherin's foul tactics.

After that, they began to maliciously attack the three Gryffindor suitors, and the victorious little snake didn't care if the Gryffindor chasers were girls or not.

The weakness of the female players was finally exposed at this moment, and Slytherin's shameless attacking style caused Gryffindor to fall into a trough for a while, which made Slytherin start scoring frequently.

Soon after, however, the twins fought back, and instead of chasing the Bludger, the two of them grabbed their sticks and slashed them at the Slytherin player's face.

This made the already chaotic game even more chaotic, and the silver whistle in Mrs. Hodge's mouth beeped non-stop.

But these things are beyond Harry's ability to take care of now. For some reason, Harry felt it was getting harder and harder to control the broom under his crotch,

Was it because the collision just broke the broom?

Unbeknownst to Harry, he struggled to control the broomstick, but the shaking of his crotch grew more and more violent.

The boy tried to control the broomstick in the direction of the Gryffindor goal and make Wood stop the game, but the broom under his crotch was completely out of Harry's control.

Finally, the broomstick writhed violently, breaking free of Harry's restraints and throwing Harry off.

The boy's entire body was suspended in the air, and only one hand grasped the handle of the broomstick.

"What's the trick he's playing? Confusing your opponents? ”

Terry really couldn't figure it out, how could Harry control the broom so easily just now, how could it suddenly change at this moment?

"Because of the impact? No, broomsticks are very durable, and sometimes people are gone, and brooms won't have an accident. Terry said to himself as he held the binoculars.

Not only him, but now all the little wizards in the audience have also noticed that something is wrong.

Everyone found out that this was not at all like a trick to confuse the opponent.

The reason for this was simple, as the rest of the Gryffindor players stopped to try to help Harry, allowing Slytherin to easily score points without any interference.

When you confuse the enemy, you can bluff your teammates first!

Terry's face was dazed, and a few Quidditch terms popped out of his mouth from time to time. William laughed to himself.

I can't guess it, I don't know the plot. Because Potter was, boy.

William, who understood the plot, looked directly at the classroom seats on the other side of the court with a telescope.

In William's field of vision, Snape and Quirrell sat back in their chairs and muttered under their feet.

The difference is that one is to save Harry and the other is to kill Harry.

Sometimes, William really wondered if Quirrell and the mysterious man behind his head were crazy!

He really didn't know what these two people (Voldemort was a person) thought.

They actually wanted to kill Harry with a curse in the Quidditch arena in front of the whole school and in front of Dumbledore?

Although the spells used are more subtle, did you really give Dumbledore's magical perception for nothing?

This is fooling Dumbledore for a fool!

It's no wonder that the black wizard is always at a disadvantage in the fight against the white wizard, and the gap in IQ is too great. William couldn't help but start worrying about the future of the Dark Wizard.

He looked at Dumbledore, who was sitting in the top row, and there was no joy on the headmaster's face, but there was no doubt that once Harry did fall, he would definitely be able to catch the savior with magic in the first place.

After all, it was Dumbledore's favorite student. Considering that today is Potter's first game, the headmaster can take time out of his busy schedule to cheer up, which is definitely a kind of importance to Harry.

Voldemort, you actually want to murder Harry at this time, under Dumbledore's nose?

Have you split your soul so many times that you have cut your brain out?

And Quirrell, you don't dissuade the owner behind your head, what about your IQ, has it been eaten by dogs?

Could it be that both of you are actually avid Slytherin supporters?

Seeing that Slytherin is on the downside, are you ready to create chaos to score points for the Slytherin team?

Is Quidditch so influential? William noticed that in a matter of moments, the Slytherin had scored five goals in a row, and even if Harry caught the Golden Snitch, Gryffindor would lose the game because the score was too large.

He orchestrated the mystery man and poor Quirrell in his heart without any pressure. Because William really couldn't think of even a plausible reason to explain the two of them's behavior.

He took out the snacks and butterbeer that he had prepared from the magic bag, and it looked lively with relish.

That's the main goal of coming here, drinking butterbeer and watching the excitement.

I came all the way to Hogwarts, just to see the characters that appeared in the movie, and to witness the love and hate between Harry and the mysterious man, William thought to himself.

But Hermione, why don't you set it on fire? Harry looked like he was going to die.

William noticed that Harry's arm was already shaking violently, and the boy's fitness was probably reaching its limit.

At that moment, a puff of smoke suddenly rose from the teacher's seat in the distance, and Snape's robe was set on fire by a mischievous little wizard.

This caused a commotion, and Professor Quirrell was knocked to the ground in the midst of the chaos. And unfortunately, the Professor, though he fell face down, did not crush his master.

But William noticed that in the midst of the confusion, the female professor whose name William did not recognize, who taught Muggle studies, stepped on the back of Quirrell's head, which was tightly wrapped in a large scarf.

This made William laugh, and in the dark, he seemed to hear Lord Voldemort's silent roar.

"Who stepped on my face! Quirrell killed him for me! ”

I really don't know how Quirrell sleeps at night, sleeping on his stomach?

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Harry felt like he couldn't hold on, he could feel his arm getting sore, his body getting heavier.

Just as Harry was about to fall, the boy finally noticed that the broom had stopped shaking and was hovering silently in the sky, as if everything that had just happened was Harry's delusion.

With the last of his strength, he climbed back onto the broomstick that had returned to his still, and swooped down as fast as he could for the ground.

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