That night, the Gryffindor common room was bustling with activity. The four of them sat together in a window seat, and Hermione was checking their magic class assignments. Lori shows what it means to be a Granger caring: she never lets them copy. But after asking her to check, Harry and Ron always got the right answer.

Harry was upset and wanted to get Quidditch back, but Joe, Ron, and Hermione didn't want to go, so Harry had to go to Snape alone.

After a while he came back, out of breath, and looked like he had been running for a long time.

"Did you get the book back?" Ron asked as soon as Harry returned, "What's going on?" Harry whispered to them what they had seen.

"Do you know what that means?" said Harry, breathlessly, "he tried to blind the three-headed dog on Halloween! When we saw him that night, he was going there - he was looking for something that the dog guarded! I bet with my broom that he must have let the troll in first to distract it!" Hermione's eyes widened.

"No, he won't," she said, "I know he's not very nice, but he wouldn't want to steal something that Dumbledore kept in his strict collection." ”“

Honestly, Hermione, do you think all teachers are saints or something," Ron interrupted her, "I think like Harry, Snape would do something out of the ordinary. But what was he looking for, and what was the dog guarding?"

"The boat will naturally go straight to the bridge, and you will know it later. Joe stretched and ended the conversation.

The next morning, it was early and very cold. The school hall is filled with the smell of delicious fried sausages, and people chattering excitedly are looking forward to a great Quidditch match.

But Harry felt so nervous that he couldn't eat anything, and then a group of people finally let him eat something.

Around eleven o'clock, the entire school seemed to be gathered in the stands of the Quidditch arena, many with binoculars. The seats seem to be a little higher, but sometimes it's hard to see the arena because there are so many people.

Joe, Ron, and Hermione make it to the top row, joining Neville, Seamus, and Dean. Joe helped to deform a large banner on the mouse-stained sheet that read "Potter wins". Dean also painted a giant Greenington Hero under his banner. Joe then unleashed a small magic that allowed the lion to perform a variety of movements and make a mighty roar.

Soon, the teams of both sides came out, Gryffindor in bright red jerseys and Slytherin in green, and the two sides stood face to face on the ground.

Ms. Hodge blew it with a silver whistle.

Fifteen broomsticks rose and towered high, and the game began.

The Quaffle was immediately snatched by Gryffindor's Angelina Johnson - what a great chaser and charming girl she was. "Jordan!" "I'm sorry, Professor. Lee Jordan, a friend of the Weasley brothers, was commentating on the game while McGonagall stared at him.

"She's really quick, and she's clever in passing to Aliyah Spinnett, really Oliver Wood, she's the only backup for Johnson last year - no, Slytherin captain Marcus grabbed the Quaffle, he flew up like an eagle, and he's going to score...... No, Gryffindor's goalkeeper Wood stopped him with a beautiful interception. The Quaffle is back in the hands of the Gryffindor team - Gryffindor's chaser Katie Bell nimbly passes past Flint, and he rises from the ground - Ouch, there may be someone injured over there who has been hit from behind the head by a Bludger - Slytherin gets the Quaffle again, and Derian Psyey accelerates towards the scoring point, but is blocked by another Bludger - The Bludger is tossed aside by Fred or George Weasley, and the twins are hard to tell - The Gryffindor batsman played fantastic, Johnson controlled the Quaffle again, and she flew into the gap in front of her - she really flew up, dodged the fast rushing Bludger, and the scoring point was in front - hurry up! Angelina - the opposing goalkeeper Bleitch stepped in to intercept, oh missed - Gryffindor scored. The Gryffindors cheered excitedly, shouting and whistling at the Slytherins.

"Squeeze over there, borrow light, let go. "Hagrid!" Ron and the two squeezed in, clearing a seat for Hagrid.

"I could have seen it from my cabin," Hagrid said, patting the large binoculars hanging around his neck, "but the atmosphere here is different, there's no sign of the Golden Snitch yet, right?" "Don't bother, obscurity, there's something going on over there. Hagrid said, holding up his binoculars and staring at the sky where Harry became a small black dot as he glided overhead, squinting for the Snitch's tracks.

It's part of his and Wood's game plan.

"If you don't see a snitch, don't rush to the side. Wood once said to him, "We don't want you to get noticed and attacked so quickly." After Angelina scored, Harry rummaged through the halls to express his excitement, and now he was back in place, looking for the Snitch, Harry saw a golden flash, but it was nothing more than a reflection of one of the Weasley twins' watch in the sunlight. At that moment, Bludger lunged at him like a cannonball, Harry dodged it, and Fred Weasley chased after him.

"Are you alright, Harry?" he shouted at Harry as he pursued the Bludger fiercely, and there was still time to turn around and shout at Harry.

"It's Slytherin's possession," Lee Jordan explained, "Pursey the Chaser dodges two Bludgers, dodges the Weasley brothers and one Chaser Bell, and sped forward - wait a minute - is that the Snitch?" A golden light grazed Derian Psy's left ear, but as he was busy passing the Ghost Flyball and didn't notice, the crowd immediately stirred up and buzzed.

Harry saw it, and he swooped down excitedly, chasing the golden light. The opposing Seeker, Terence Higgins, also spotted his target and immediately lunged down - all the chasers seemed to forget that they were playing and just stopped in mid-air to watch.

Harry was faster than Higgins—he saw the ball, flapping its wings, and running in front of it—and he quickened up...... There was an angry roar from below the Gryffindors - it turned out that Marcus Flint had deliberately blocked Harry's way, and Harry's broomstick had deviated from the direction it had flown and nearly lost his life.

"Foul!" the Gryffindors screamed.

Mrs. Hooch scolds Flint and gives Gryffindor a free throw, but in the chaos, the snitch of course disappears without a trace.

In the stands, Dean Thomas shouted, "Referee, red card!" "This is not football, Dean. Ron reminded him, "You can't take anybody off in Quidditch - and, what's a red card?" but Hagrid supported Dean.

"They had to change the rules, and Flint couldn't hit Harry like that. Lee Jordan found it difficult to say which side he was on.

"So--obvious and disgusting cheating post-......" "Jordan!" exclaimed Professor McGonagall.

"I mean, after the obvious and disgusting foul ......" "Jordan! I warn you ......" "Okay, okay. Flint nearly killed the Gryffindor Seeker, believing that could happen to anyone. The Slytherins have been punished, no problem, and the game is started with the Gryffindors continuing to control the ball. Harry dodged another Bludger that flew dangerously over his head. But then, his broom tilted suddenly and horribly, and he felt that it was about to fall, and he hurriedly clamped the broom tightly with his hands and knees, which was the first time this had happened.

Here he came again, as if a broom was going to throw him down, but as if he would not fall. Harry tried to turn to his own goalpost, and he kind of wanted to ask Wood to call a timeout, as he felt as if he had lost control of the broomstick and he couldn't call it. The broomstick zigzagged through the air, vibrating violently and making a loud sound that nearly knocked Harry off.

Lee is still explaining.

"Flint of Slytherin controls the Quaffle, past Arya and Bell, but the Bludger hits him in the face, ha! Hopefully break his nose - just a joke, Professor - Slytherin scored, oh awful......" The Slytherin cheered. No one seemed to notice Harry's broomstick behaving unusually, and it slowly lifted him up away from the arena, shaking and shaking as it went.

"I don't know what Harry is messing with," Hagrid muttered as he stared at him through binoculars, "I suspect his broom is out of control...... But probably not?" Suddenly, the people in the stands all pointed at Harry, and his broom began to fall, and the audience held their breath.

Harry's broom rolled again, and he barely held on, staggering. The audience below gasped. Then the broom jolted violently again, swinging Harry out, and now he only had one hand to grasp the broom, and there it was dangling.

"Did anything happen when Flint intercepted him?" asked Seamus in a low voice.

"No," said Hagrid, "nothing can interfere with the broom except black sorcery - no one can do that with the Halo 2000." With that, Hermione snatched Hagrid's binoculars, and instead of looking at Harry, she nervously searched the audience.

"What are you doing?" muttered Ron, grimacing.

"I see," Hermione said aloud, "Snape—look!" Ron snatched the telescope. Snape was sitting in the stands opposite, his eyes locked on Harry, muttering something.

"He's casting a spell on a broomstick. Hermione said.

"No, Hermione. Joe interrupted her and said, "Quirrell over there is also casting a spell. ”

"What should we do?"

"Where you go to Quirrell, where I go to Snape. ”

"Good!" Before Roth could speak, the two ran away. Ron pointed the telescope at Harry again, and found that his broom was vibrating even more, and he was about to fall. All the people stood up and watched worriedly. It's so thrilling. The Weasley brothers flew forward and tried to pull Harry onto one of their broomsticks, but to no avail - the broom would rise a little higher each time they got closer. They descended below Harry, and if he fell, they could catch him. At this time, while they were distracted, the opposing Marcus Flint grabbed the Quaffle and shot it five times, but no one paid attention to him.

"Hurry up, Hermione, Joe. Ron whispered in despair.

Hermione rushed to the seat behind Quirrell, she made a quick walk behind him, and as she approached him, she crouched, pulled out her wand, and chanted a spell at him, a bright blue flame erupting from her wand onto Quirrell's hem. And Joe cast the same spell on Snape.

It took about thirty seconds for the two to realize that they were on fire. The two of them quickly ran back along their seats

That's enough. Harry in the air was suddenly able to climb back on his broomstick.

"Neville, you can watch!" Ron said, burying his face in Hagrid's wallet and crying for the past five minutes.

Harry quickly landed on the ground. He covered his mouth with his hands, as if he was about to vomit. He fell on all fours—coughing—and a golden object fell into his hand.

"I've caught the snitch!" he shouted, waving his hand over his head, and the game was over, still confused.

"He didn't catch the snitch, he almost swallowed it!" Twenty minutes later, Flint was still yelling, but to no avail - Harry had no fouls, Lee Jordan was happily shouting the result - and Gryffindor won Slytherin 170-60. However, Harry didn't listen to the results, and he returned to Hagrid's cabin with Joe, Ron, and Hermione to enjoy a cup of strong tea.