With the screams and cheers of the students, the bright red and silver-green teams slowly walked out of the locker room...... The deafening cheers made Brandi, who was half-leaning in his seat and waiting for death, shudder, and his stomach churned, almost sagging his stomach. He stroked his round belly and rubbed his eyes, realizing how important the sport of Quidditch was to wizards.

"I hope Harry doesn't get frightened by the crowd......"

With a whistle from Mrs. Hodge, fifteen broomsticks rose from the ground and rose high into the sky. The race is on. The clear and energetic voice of the commentary resounded from the high platform of the stadium.

"The Quaffle was in the air, and the chasers on both sides rushed up, and oh, Gryffindor's Angelina Johnson grabbed it—hey, that girl's skills are awesome, and she's pretty good-looking—I think I'll need to ask her out to Hogsmeade for an afternoon tea after the match."

There was a burst of laughter from the crowd,

"Jordan!"

"I'm sorry, Professor."

Lee Jordan was a black friend of the Weasley twins. He is under the watchful eye of Professor McGonagall as a commentator for the game. Obviously, being able to be friends with the Weasley brothers naturally has some common ground on certain issues.

"She's really speeding up on it, and the comet's performance is being pushed to the limit! Okay, a hand-tossed long pass to Alya. Spinnett, who was the talent Oliver had spotted and was just a substitute last year – the ball was back to Johnson, and the Slytherin chasers were wrapping it up – oops, they were fast, Johnson couldn't shake them off, oh! The Slytherins snatched the Quaffle! ”

The red and green figures on the field moved at high speed in the air, colliding with each other from time to time, and then quickly separated, and the black dots of the ghost flying ball changed hands back and forth between the two teams, which was dazzling to watch.

"Slytherin captain Marcus . Flint gets the Quaffle, and he shakes off Arya's Ouroboros pursuit—Flint flies like an eagle in Gryffindor's airspace—oh! Precise throwing! It's time to score—ha~ no, no, Gryffindor's goalkeeper Wood made a nice move and cut the ball off, and now it's Gryffindor who gets the ball—that's Katie Bell, the Gryffindor chaser, who is over the pitch and dashes around Flint with agility - ouch - that must have hurt and was hit in the back of the head by a Bludger - the Quaffle flew high and was tackled by the Slytherins - it was Derian Pusse, who was hurtling towards the post, aha! What a stroke of luck! - He's been smeezed in the face by another Bludger - The Bludger is tossed aside by Fred or George Weasley, and the twins are really hard to tell - The Gryffindor batsman did a great job, Johnson recaptures the Quaffle, there is no resistance in front of her, she runs as hard as she can—it looks like it's flying—she looks down to dodge a Bludger—the goalpost is in front—Come on, Angelina—Goalkeeper Bletch swoops over—misses—Gryffindor scores! The cheers of the Gryffindors echoed through the cold sky, mixed with the roars and moans of the Slytherins.

"Borrow light, borrow light, let one."

"Hagrid!"

Hagrid's huge body squeezed through the crowd, and the students next to him were squeezed into a stagger, and the space on the high platform was indeed relatively narrow, and Brandi and Hermione squeezed each other to make room for Hagrid to sit in. As if it was because it was too cold, Hermione's little face was red from the cold......

"I wanted to see it in my cabin," Hagrid said, patting the big binoculars he hung around his neck, "but it wasn't the same atmosphere as watching the game in the crowd, and it wasn't a good sight." The Snitch is nowhere to be seen, is it? ”

"No," Ron said, "there's not much for Harry to do. ”

"As long as you don't get in trouble, you're lucky." Hagrid said, holding up his binoculars and struggling to look at a small spot in the sky—it was Harry.

Harry was high in the air, gliding lightly above the arena, presumably searching for the Snitch's shadow.

So far, all Harry has done is... After Angelina, the beautiful senior sister scored, she flipped a few pounds to express her joy. Brandi couldn't help but despise this bestial act......

"Slytherin gets the ball," Lee Jordan said, "Chase Pusey ducks down to dodge two Bludgers, and dodges the Weasley twin and Chaser Bell, and runs to — wait a minute — is that the Snitch?" ”

Even Brandi, who didn't have so sharp eyes, could already see the golden touch dangling next to Gryffindor's goal! Harry reacted quickly, and the bright red figure immediately flew in that direction. However, Slytherin's Seeker, Terrence Higgins, saw it too. The two of them sped side by side towards the Snitch - the chasers seemed to have forgotten what they were supposed to do, hovering in the air one by one, watching.

Harry was faster than Higgins - he could see the little ball, its wings flapping and flying in front of it - he sped up again - boom! There was an angry roar from the Gryffindors below - Marcus Flint, the captain of Slytherin deliberately rammed into Harry, Harry's broomstick jerked off course, but Harry clung to it. "Foul!" The Gryffindors shouted. The lion on the banner roared in displeasure......

Mrs. Hodge angrily halted the game, scolded Flint harshly, and then ordered Gryffindor to take a free-kick at the post. However, Alia's serve was caught by the opposing goalkeeper's shot. Of course, in the midst of the chaos, the Golden Snitch disappeared from sight again. In the stands, Dean Thomas shouted: "Send him off, referee!" Red! "It's not football, Dean." Brandi reminded him helplessly from the side.

"You can't send someone off in Quidditch – and what's a red card?" Ron sells a moe next to him.

But Hagrid agreed with Dean.

"They should change the rules of the game, and Flint almost knocked Harry off the broomstick."

Our commentary seems to feel the same way.

"FTMDX-after that despicable act of obviously buying a watch last year-"

"Jordan!" Professor McGonagall yelled under her breath.

"I mean, after that public fish-lip and shameless foul behavior just now-"

"Jordan, I warn you—"

Jordan let out a long sigh of helplessness.

"Oh, well, well. That Blint bastard almost killed the Gryffindor Seeker, and I'm sure this kind of thing happens to everyone, so the Gryffindor team made a free throw, which was taken by Arya, and the free throw failed, and the game went on, and Slytherin had the ball.

At this time, Brandi, who had been paying attention to Harry, suddenly felt that something was wrong with his behavior!

As if dancing a kind of comical rumba, Harry's broom shook unnaturally loudly, as if it were... As if to dump him? Harry on top quickly grabbed the broom and clamped it tightly with his knee.

"Hermione, do you still have a favorability for broomsticks?"

"Impossible, how could such an excellent broom suddenly decide to throw its master down?"

Lee is still babbling on.

"Slytherin gets the ball – Flint gets the Quaffle – passes to Psy – passes to Bale – hey, good job! Hit in the face with a Bludger, I wish he had his nose broken - just kidding, don't, don't excite Professor - Slytherin scores - oh"

The Slytherins cheered. It seems that no one except Brandi and Hermione noticed that Harry's broomstick was behaving abnormally. The broomstick twitched and writhed wildly, slowly, higher and higher, to keep Harry out of the ring.

"I don't know what Harry wants to do." Hagrid muttered. He looked carefully through his binoculars. "If I didn't know him that well, I would have thought he couldn't control his broomstick – but he couldn't"

Suddenly. The people in the stands all pointed up at Harry. His broomstick began to roll incessantly, and Harry could barely hold on to it. Suddenly, the broomstick writhed wildly again, and Harry was thrown off by it. He now grabs the broomstick handle with only one hand, hanging in the air.

"Did something go wrong with the broomstick when Flint hit him just now?" Seamus whispered. "No way," Hagrid said, his voice trembling slightly, "nothing but powerful black magic can interfere with a broomstick—it's impossible for a child to cast that magic on Halo 2000." Hearing this, Hermione grabbed Hagrid's binoculars, and instead of looking up at Harry, she began to look anxiously at the crowd.

"Oh, please...... Don't be like this," Hermione said as her binoculars swept toward the teacher's seat......

Looking at Hermione's strange behavior, Brandi seemed to think of something. His face turned iron-blue.

"What are you doing?" Ron groaned, his face dead gray.

"Really, god." Hermione gasped, "It's Snape—look at it." ”

Brandy looked at the teacher's box, and Snape stood in the middle of the stands across from them. His eyes were fixed on Harry, and his mouth seemed to be silently muttering.

"It's a wandless spell!" I was shocked, it was really Snape's doing, broomsticks usually have protective magic with anti-evil spells, and such advanced magic that can control broomsticks is only possible with a wizard who can use advanced skills such as wandless spellcasting......

But why is he so stupid? In such a righteous and bright situation, it is obvious that Harry will not succeed in harming Harry like this!

"He's doing evil—casting a curse on the broomstick." Hermione said.

"So what are we going to do?" Ron asked uneasily as he glanced at Neville, who was about to cry in horror in front of his seat.

"What to do......" Brandi and Hermione glanced at each other, and saw that they both had the same meaning in their eyes. That's it! ”