"I've said it many times, but I still have to tell you solemnly." Mrs. Hodge glanced around with a serious face, and Marcus Flintna, the captain of the Sleiden Forest, a sixth-year student, paused for a moment. "I want everyone to participate in the competition fairly and honestly, and not to do shameful little gestures, this time you represent not only your own college, but also your future." With that, she glanced at Harry and Malfoy.

Mrs. Hodge took out a large box, opened it, threw the Quaffle, started the Bludger, and then picked up the silver whistle hanging around her neck and blew it vigorously.

The competition has officially begun.

Fifteen broomsticks scattered in an instant, and the Seekers on both sides began to chase the Quaffle, and the batsmen kept an eye on the Bludger to prevent it from hurting their teammates. While the two teams were playing a fierce game and the audience was watching intently, Mrs. Hodge let go of the golden snitch that she had already held in her palm without attracting attention......

Plum. Jordan excitedly recounted the game, and the atmosphere was intense, and the audience was nervous and eager to watch the game in the sky. McGoth also watched it for a while at first, but maybe he had nothing to do with sports in his previous life and this life, and he didn't feel as interesting as he imagined, but he thought that the reason for this idea was probably because it was difficult to see their movements clearly in the sky, and most of the time they were small black dots when they looked at them. However, Harry and Malfoy can clearly see that they are both Seekers on their respective teams, and they don't need to do anything else, just look carefully for the fast-moving Golden Snitch and try to dodge the Quaffle and Bludger.

On the other side of the audience, Hagrid walked towards McGoth and them, and they made a lot of room for Hagrid to sit down, and McGoth was really not interested in watching it, and he was about to go to the teacher's box to see if Quirrell would do anything to Harry this time. He left his seat, citing a sudden upset in his stomach, and walked through the crowd to the underside of the teachers' seats.

Looking down at the stands nearly five meters above the ground, McGoth felt a little dizzy, he didn't expect to be a little afraid of heights. With a deep breath, he carefully walked on the not-so-dense plank. While paying attention to the gap under your feet, she discerned the position of the professors. After a few back and forth, Quirrell's location was finally determined, and he was not ready to leave, he had no interest in Quidditch anyway, so he just sat here and watched him, and he could roughly notice what was happening in the arena from the gap here.

After waiting for an unknown amount of time, McGoth felt that the person who invented Quidditch was definitely full of malice towards the audience, and a rule that the Golden Snitch would not stop the game if he didn't catch it made McGoth feel speechless. Just as he was thinking this, he heard some exclamations, and his heart moved, and he finally found Harry through the cracks, and he was in the same situation as in the novel, clutching a broomstick as if he was about to fall. He grinned, it was in vain that he had waited here for so long, Quirrell finally did it, in order to prevent accidents, he didn't use his own wisdom to stop him in other ways, he chose Hermione's way in the original book, set Snape's robe on fire, and then ran away from here, there was a commotion from above, the plan should have worked, if it was according to the original book, the game should be almost over. He waited for the top to be quiet and then crept to his position again, and it took a lot of effort to find Harry through the gap, but unexpectedly, the game didn't seem to end so easily.

Harry and Malfoy chased the Golden Snitch in front of them side by side, they saw the chase at the same time, and the game suddenly entered a white-hot state, the score of the two sides was temporarily 80 points behind due to Slytherin's malicious actions Gryffindor, no matter who grabbed the Golden Snitch would win the game. At this juncture, McGoth also felt that the game was a little interesting, but it was uncomfortable to look through the gaps, because he could easily lose track of the two of them, and then he had to struggle to find them, and just as he was wondering if he should return to his seat, the arena changed again.

This time it wasn't Harry looking like he was about to fall, but Malfoy's broomstick seemed to be out of control and was speeding towards Harry, which Harry didn't notice because he was looking for the Golden Snitch. The spectators in the stands could clearly see Malfoy's face distorted with horror, and they couldn't help but watch in shock and panic as they were about to collide.

McGoth only knew this because of the angle when they were about to hit it.

"FUCK, is Quirrell crazy? How dare he do that. McGoth watched in disbelief. Even if he lit Snape's robes again, it was too late for him to interrupt Quirrell's curse now.

"Fight." He gritted his teeth and pulled out his wand and pointed it at Quirrell through the slit.

"Stop!" A red light struck Quirrell, his spell paused, and the spell that controlled Malfoy's broomstick was interrupted at once, and Malfoy regained control of the broomstick, but they were only a meter away from each other, and this distance was a split second at their speed. However, Harry finally looked back at Malfoy with the horrified gaze of the audience, and he had no time to be surprised and questioned, so he could only turn the direction of the broom as much as possible, but it was still a step too late.

"Bump." They eventually bumped into each other, and both students and professors in the audience subconsciously stood up and looked at them worriedly. Quirrell also stood up, but he saw the wand at his feet the moment he was struck by the spell, he didn't notice him because Magos was curled up in a corner without a gap, but he remembered his wand, he watched a little angrily as the wand retracted little by little, and wanted to go down and find the guy who had ruined his good deeds, but Snape just looked at him with suspicion, and he could only resist the desire to go down.

Harry and Malfoy fell down so fast that they looked like they had both knocked out, and they didn't expect to adjust their broomsticks and fly back into the sky. Just when Mrs. Hodge couldn't help but prepare to catch them, Harry moved, Harry would be perfectly fine if he flew the broom up now, but Malfoy would fall hard, even if his life was fine, lying down for a month was for sure. Harry watched Malfoy, who seemed to be stunned, adjust the broom up slightly, he didn't choose to turn around immediately, but flew in Malfoy's direction little by little, and in the nervous eyes of everyone, he finally caught Malfoy when he was about to reach the ground.

The whole audience remembered the enthusiastic cheers, and everyone stood up and cheered, and they did not hesitate to applaud them, which was louder than their goal. They landed on the ground and rose into the air again.

But this scene Magos didn't see, his nervous heart kept beating wildly, he didn't know if Quirrell saw him, he had the heart to leave here, but he was worried that Quirrell would continue to use the curse. Calming down his beating heart, he decided to wait, but he couldn't stay under the teacher's seat, he had to leave the teacher's seat first, even if Quirrell didn't know that it was him who was making trouble, he must have found someone below, and he would definitely not let him have a chance to take advantage of him from below.

McGoth emerged from under the teacher's bench and sat casually in the corner of the Slytherin auditorium next to the teacher's seat. He didn't know what happened to Harry and Malfoy just now, but seeing that they were still flying in the air meant that they were okay, and he couldn't help but exhale lightly. He looked at Quirrell, and always felt that he was not normal today, he only made a small gesture, not many people would notice, but he actually continued after the defeat, was he sure that no one would doubt him or was he sure that he would escape at Hogwarts? This is obviously an act of looking for death, just now anyone with a brain knows that someone is targeting Harry, and it is strange that Dumbledore will not investigate it at that time.

In fact, Quirrell also has a discernment of suffering, he is not sure that others do not suspect him nor is he sure to run out of Hogwarts, but Voldemort is already very, very dissatisfied with him, he used to pack tickets to do things on Halloween, but there have always been people by his side, and he can't do anything, and finally take advantage of the night when the students are tired of playing and go to rest, touch the forbidden area, but he was almost found without even entering the door, he wanted to cry, and felt that even God was targeting him. This time Voldemort gave him another task, the task was very simple, that is, he wanted him to make Harry suffer a little, get a little injured, Voldemort also knew that it was unreliable to kill Harry at school, so he didn't want him to do that, but twice, Harry didn't have anything, he felt that he was going to have an accident, he didn't complete Voldemort's mission once or twice, but he knew very well that Voldemort was not a good person to talk to. When he was alone, Voldemort would definitely punish him, and his punishment was nothing more than a Drill Heart Curse or something, and he couldn't help but tremble a little at the thought of the punishment he would receive.

He looked at Harry, who was chasing the Golden Snitch, and his eyes slowly turned from fear to fear. Magos, who was secretly watching him not far away, saw his eyes and thought he was really crazy. Seeing him staring at Harry again, he sighed and walked briskly towards the teacher's seat.