By the time Phyllis noticed, it was already apparent, and with a little attention, it was easy to tell that the broomstick Harry was riding had an abnormal turn, like a drunk guy riding a wheelbarrow.

Broomsticks are not without problems, except for minor problems such as insensitive steering and slower acceleration, a broomstick in the eye of attrition can even not fly at all, or worse, suddenly lose the ability to fly after flying in mid-air.

Of course, now that this is possible, Phyllis is more likely to be someone deliberately causing trouble.

Phyllis immediately looked at Quirrell. He sat back in a chair, wearing a wide black cloak and a hood. Because of the inappropriate angle, Phyllis couldn't see Quirrell's expression clearly, and she couldn't tell if he was making any small movements under the cover of the cloak.

What the hell does Quirrell want to do? Phyllis frowned. Now, there are a total of four professors on the court, namely Phyllis, Quirrell, Snape, and McGonagall.

There were four professors here, and Quirrell was expecting Harry's broomstick to go wrong and fall to his death? With so many professors here, how could it be possible for a student to fall to his death in mid-air?

Phyllis then looked over to Snape. He sat up straight, still muttering something in his mouth, because it was too far away to hear clearly, but it was supposed to be a spell.

Quirrell, Snape, are they fighting each other?

If so, did Snape notice that it was Quirrell who was playing tricks? If he noticed, did that mean Quirrell's identity had been revealed?

In a short split second, many thoughts flashed through Phyllis's mind. If Snape, or Dumbledore, had realized that Quirrell had a problem, should he consider it or not rush into this troubled water.

Phyllis looked at McGonagall one last time. She had apparently noticed something was wrong with Harry's broomstick, but it wasn't that serious, at least she wasn't going to stop the game right away.

However, Phyllis noticed that McGonagall had already pulled out her wand, and seemed to be ready to strike.

"Look, Professor! Look! Leah, who was sitting next to Phyllis, said anxiously, "Harry is in danger!" ”

Phyllis seemed to have just noticed, looked at it carefully for a while, and then said, "Indeed, his steering is very stiff, did he not adjust the broomstick before the game?" ”

Leah looked at the audience, suddenly exclaimed, lowered her voice, and said to Phyllis, "Professor, look at Professor Snape!" ”

Unlike Quirrell, who was ready, Snape wore an ordinary magic robe, and it was immediately obvious that he was casting a spell.

Combined with Harry's state in mid-air, it's easy to associate a piece.

Snape really attracts hatred! Phyllis sighed in her heart, patted Lia's hand, and said, "Don't worry, there are several professors here!" ”

"Well, it's going to be fine, it's going to be fine." Leah said to herself, not knowing whether to believe it or comfort herself.

Phyllis was still keeping an eye on the professors, and this time, she focused on Professor McGonagall.

As Deputy Headmaster, Professor McGonagall has a lot of business to attend to and has the trust of Headmaster Dumbledore. If she had realized that Quirrell had a problem, she would have contacted Dumbledore directly, right?