The Quidditch match looked like it was going to be a final showdown, with Harry and Malfoy in the spotlight, and with less than 150 points separating the scoreline, whoever could catch the Snitch early would win the match for their House team.

It was already almost two o'clock in the afternoon, and the bitter cold wind and thirsty bodies could not dampen the enthusiasm of the spectators on the field, who cheered excitedly for their respective teams.

In such a scene, there is one person who seems extra out of place. His eyes were not on the fierce field at all, but stared at the teacher's seat and walked over quickly. If the match hadn't been so intense, someone would have noticed his strange behavior, but now everyone is attracted to the tense competition, and no one notices his strange behavior.

In fact, McGoth was still quite puzzled, he didn't understand why Snape had already suspected Quirrell, why he didn't notice Quirrell's small movements, and could only passively use counterspells to offset them every time.

However, when he walked to the stands and saw Snape, he understood that it was not that Snape didn't want to catch Quirrell's small movements, but that he couldn't do anything about it, because all the professors and staff present were watching the game intently, except for him, none of them would have the idea that the professor would be detrimental to the students, so no one would notice Quirrell's movements and stop him, and Snape, the only one who had this idea, had to concentrate on casting the counterspell so that he had no chance to look back at Quirrell's movements, and McGoth felt that without Snape's counterspellHarry's broomstick or Malfoy's broom might have been completely controlled the moment they were touched by Quirrell's curse, rather than they could barely sit on it.

McGoth didn't stop Quirrell's movements directly, there was only one chance to stop him directly, he had to see what he controlled this time, otherwise it would be impossible for him to rush directly if he just muttered to himself.

Looking up at the arena, both the Slytherin batsmen and the Gryffindor batsmen realized whose hands were in charge of the match, and they scattered around Harry and Malfoy to prevent Bludgers and Quaffles from hitting them.

Due to the distance, he didn't know if they had spotted the Golden Snitch again, but he could only see the two of them chasing in the same direction as fast as two bolts of lightning. They didn't seem to be under the spell at all, and Magos quickly turned his gaze to the others, who showed no signs of being out of control.

"Is he really just muttering to himself?" He shook his head, thinking that it was impossible, there must be something he had overlooked, he carefully watched the movement on the field, but there was nothing, he did not give up and watched for a long time without finding anything wrong.

Just then, McGoth saw the Gryffindor batsmen smash the Bludger flying towards them. His head spun around and he slapped his thigh hard, Quirrell controlling the ball this time.

However, there are three balls on Quidditch, a Quaffle and a Bludger, a Golden Snitch, the Golden Snitch should be impossible to control, but the other two balls are possible, it stands to reason that the Quuffle is the easiest to control, but it has always been the target of the chaser, and it is easy to arouse suspicion if it flies towards Harry abruptly, the Bludger itself is magical, and it is more difficult to control, but the good thing is that it is flying everywhere, and hitting someone is very common in Quidditch matches, and it will not arouse the suspicion of others, Both balls are possible, and that's what makes McGos feel tangled.

He originally thought that standing in front of Quirrell would break his curse, but what if the ball was not in his sight or the ball he controlled turned a corner, he had to know which ball he controlled, the easiest way was to follow his gaze, it must be the one he controlled, but this time he was much more shrewd, both balls were in his line of sight, and he couldn't tell them at all, and he didn't do it this time, he must be looking for an opportunity to hit it, If he finds an opportunity, it's too late to stop him.

It was useless to be anxious, he thought that he would have to deal with Harry anyway, just keep an eye on Harry, and when he approached whichever ball he had in his control, he would assume that it was under his control.

As time went on, the scores grew, but Slytherin couldn't afford to beat Gryffindor by 150 points, and the focus of the game was destined to fall on the two newcomers who were competing for the first time.

"Here we are." After watching for a while, McGoth let out a secret scream, and Harry and Malfoy gradually approached the range of the Quaffle and Bludger, and the Bludger suddenly made a turn, and Harry and they got much closer.

"That's it, Bludger." McGoth felt like he had found the ball that Quirrell was in possession of, and ran between Quirrell and Bludger.

"Professor Snape, do you have anything to do with me?" He blocked Quirrell's gaze and tapped Snape on the shoulder.

Quirrell didn't expect someone to suddenly block in front of him, and then twisted his neck slightly, without the slightest hint of interrupted anger on his face. McGoth turned his back to him and didn't notice it. Otherwise, he would have known that he had guessed wrong.

Snape turned his head to see McGoth stunned, when did he call him? But he didn't say anything, and quickly turned around to continue chanting the incantation, but it was too late.

When Harry chased the Golden Snitch to the center of the field, the Quaffle changed slightly without a trace and was hit by the Gryffindor chaser, and then flew in the direction of Malfoy and Harry, the Slytherin batsman was probably afraid that it would affect Malfoy, so he flew over and wanted to hit the ball into the chaser on his side, but the Quaffle changed slightly, and the Slytherin batsman didn't hit it completely, just hit a little bit, just a little bit of difference, To others it looked like the Slytherin hitman had made a mistake, not only did he not shoot the Quaffle, but he also hit the Quaffle hard in the direction of the two Seekers.

At the moment when everyone didn't react, the Quaffle hit Harry's body, sending him flying out of his broomstick and falling down at a rapid pace, which even Mrs. Hodge didn't react to, and by the time she reacted and wanted to save Harry, it was too late, she was too far away from him.

Snape turned his head and glared at Magos, who was dumbfounded, he didn't expect that he had guessed wrong, and the result of his mistake was not only failed to stop Quirrell, but on the contrary, because he disturbed Snape to make Quirrell make his plan perfect. He stiffened to look back at Quirrell's expression, but he could only look regretful at Snape's glare.

He didn't dare to go to the ring, and because he interfered with Snape's counter-spell, Harry might have received more injuries than Quirrell had expected. Listening to the exclamation in his ears, looking at Snape's eyes as if they were about to burst into flames, he didn't know what to say or do, so he could only stand here stunned.

Harry couldn't concentrate on recalling his broomstick due to the severe pain of being hit, he could only let himself fall, he was afraid, he was afraid but he couldn't do anything, looking closer and closer to the ground, he couldn't do anything if he wanted to hit the ground at a different angle, he clenched the golden snitch in his hand, closed his eyes tightly and waited for the severe pain to come.

Malfoy was startled by the sudden flying ghost ball, but he was very glad that it didn't hit him, but the next second he saw Harry being knocked out of the broomstick and falling down at a rapid speed, he immediately thought of the scene where Harry had just saved him, and flew towards Harry without thinking about it, but he was always close to catching him, and seeing that Harry was about to hit the ground, he turned the broom around and threw himself out and hit Harry.

"Bump." There was a muffled sound. Harry and Malfoy both landed at the same time, and everyone got up and looked at the two lying motionless on the ground in worry. Mrs. Hodge had already hurried over, and she helped the two of them up. Madam Pomfrey nervously ran over to see if they were hurt.

They slowly opened their eyes and breathed. Harry suddenly raised his hand. Release the golden snitch in your palm.

Madame Hodge blew her silver whistle vigorously.

"The game is over, Gryffindor wins!"

The whole audience was boiling with "roaring .........", they had never seen such a thrilling game, and all the students crowded on the edge of the stands to watch the two people on the lawn, eager to rush over immediately.

Dumbledore slowly floated the stands back to the ground, and Hermione Ron and the others rushed towards Harry at once.

"You'll come to my office later." Snape said this coldly and left, leaving McGoth behind him, already soaked with sweat.

"Mr. Will, were you just under the stands?" Quirrell said with a smile as he walked up to him.

Magos looked at him dumbfounded, "Professor Quirrell, what did you say?" ”

"No, it's nothing, Mr. Will, you see, it doesn't look good." Quirrell has returned to stammering.

"I'm fine, thank you, Professor, I'm going to see how Harry and Malfoy are doing." McGoth didn't have the energy to care about him at this time, so he struggled to stand up and slowly ran towards the center of the crowd.

"McGoss. Will, I hope that one in the wand isn't yours. Quirrell whispered as he looked at Magos who had run away.