"What's going on!"

The sudden change on the field made the players flying in the air a little confused.

"Quick! All of them! Spread out! ”

Captain Bruce was the first to react, shouting loudly for the team to avoid the smoky broomsticks.

Fortunately, the field was full of well-trained Quidditch players, who reacted to the captain's shouts and immediately accelerated their flights, away from the broomstick.

At this moment, Scott, who was standing in the stands, was facing water.

Roger's broom was still scurrying in the air, following Chambers in the second year, and he couldn't get rid of it for a while.

The black smoke coming out of the broomstick was getting thicker and thicker, and even a few sparks came out.

"Merlin!"

Chambers shouted in a panic.

"Don't panic!"

Bruce, the captain and batsman, stepped forward and sped up to Chambers to try to knock the broom off with his bat.

"Scott!"

Roger, who had landed on the grass on the pitch, threw his head up and shouted.

Scott chanted a spell and swung his wand vigorously to point to a wooden bench in the front row of the stands.

A startling eagle chirped in the air, and the wooden bench instantly transformed into a giant eagle and flew up, speeding through the air, and in the blink of an eye, it reached Chambers and Bruce.

The sharp talons accurately grasped the out-of-control broomstick, and the giant eagle flapped its wings and flew high into the air with the broomstick.

"Well done! Scott! ”

Roger jumped up and yelled excitedly.

"Well done!"

Bruce also raised his fist in the air.

"Great!"

The players are getting ready to applaud...... Bang!

With a loud bang, the broomstick exploded violently in the eyes of everyone, and the eagle that Scott had conjured with Transfiguration was also blown to pieces.

Transfiguration immediately lost its effect. The eagle turned into countless sawdust, which fell from the sky along with the debris of the broomstick.

"Merlin's beard!"

Roger watched this scene dumbfounded, cold sweat oozing from his forehead.

"Bastard! Who the hell is it! Bruce was also outright furious, "This is murder!" This is a murder against our players! ”

The others also realized the seriousness of the matter at this moment, and they all fell to the ground on broomsticks.

Scott also ran down from the stands with Milton.

"For ...... Why is this happening! Milton was panting, his eyes were red, and he was still afraid, "It's still ...... Good thing you're here, Scott, good thing you're here......"

"Scott!"

Roger rushed over and gave Scott a hug. He was a rare incoherent man.

"Oh! I do not know...... How can I thank you, my brother! You saved my life! ”

"And me and Chambers!"

Bruce walked over and patted Scott the back.

"Thank you." The pale-faced Chambers also thanked him.

"No thanks." Scott tapped Roger on the shoulder twice and pushed him away.

He strode forward, picking up a piece of broomstick residue from the ground.

"I think someone should inform our dean now." He calmly suggested to the group, "And the rest of us can collect these pieces first, and give them to Professor Flitwick to examine when the time comes." ”

"That's right! That's right! We've got to get that bastard out of the shadows! ”

Bruce responds first.

"Autumn! There you go! Go tell Professor Flitwick what's going on here! He said to Cho Zhang, "Go on a broom and don't worry about getting deducted points!" ”

"No problem!"

Cho Zhang smiled reluctantly, stepped on his broomstick and flew towards the castle.

"Now, let's collect as many broom fragments as we can!" Bruce told the others, "Don't use magic!" so as not to affect the professor's judgment! ”

Everyone answered, and they all actively lay on the grass to find it.

"What do you think?"

Roger crouched next to Scott and asked him softly.

"Have you calmed down?" Scott was still picking up the broom fragments with his head down, "After calming down, do you feel that this matter itself is not as serious as Bruce said?" ”

Roger said with certainty: "That's right, now that I think about it, there was an interval of more than ten seconds between the black smoke coming out of the broomstick and the explosion, so looking at the black smoke in this way is like a reminder." ”

Scott said, "The guy who committed the crime is a bit measured, and he probably doesn't want to be imprisoned in Azkaban yet." ”

"Him?" Roger was stunned for a moment, "You seem to know something, Scott." ”

"I don't have proof right now." Scott smiled, "But I'm sure the evidence will be found soon." ”

"Okay." Roger sighed, "I trust you. ”

"Are you all okay?"

Professor Flitwick's screams were heard.

Cho Chang took him down from the sky on a broomstick.

"Professor!"

"Professor......

The students immediately gathered around and began to talk about it.

"That's it!" Professor Flitwick waved his hand, "All quiet! Davis! Trollope! You two come first! ”

"Okay professor."

Scott and Roger stood up together and walked over to Professor Flitwick.

"Professor, this is a fragment of Roger's broom."

Scott handed him several pieces of a slightly larger broom wrapped in a handkerchief.

"You're doing a great job, Scott!" Professor Flitwick reached out and took the fragment wrapped in the handkerchief, "You have accurately sensed the problem with this broom, and you have used excellent spells and transfigurations to resolve this crisis!" ”

He waved his hand vigorously.

"For that, I'm going to add fifty points to Ravenclaw!"

"Well done!"

Everyone else began to cheer and applaud Scott.

"Good." When the applause stopped, Professor Flitwick began to examine the broom fragments that everyone had gathered.

He pulled out his wand and cast several different colored spells on the pile of shards.

"It's difficult." "After all, the broom has been blown to pieces, and it's hard to detect what it's doing." ”

Despite what he said, Scott and the others watched his movements carefully, waiting for his conclusion without question.

"Let me think about it."

Professor Flitwick pondered for a moment, then used several more cold spells in quick succession.

Scott carefully scanned the incantation from his mouth, then confirmed that he hadn't even heard it.

"Good, that's it!"

Professor Flitwick shouted.

Scott could sense that the remaining mana on the pile of debris was beginning to change.

"It's not a spell, it's not any kind of dark magic spell." Professor Flitwick glared at him and made it carefully, "If I'm not mistaken, someone has used a magical item with a powerful curse to manipulate this broomstick. ”