"Smack"

Merlin pretended to be excited, pretending to be inadvertent, and slapped Professor Quirrell the head.

"Hahaha, it's off to a bad start, Professor Quirrell."

Professor Quirrell was almost knocked over by Merlin, turned around and glared angrily, only to see Merlin's smug smile.

"Merlin, pay attention, watch the game in a civilized manner, and don't affect other teachers."

Professor Quirrell straightened his turban, took a deep breath, and admonished Merlin in a serious tone, he suddenly regretted knowing Merlin a little.

"Ha, Professor Quirrell, I'm sorry, you know, sometimes you can't control yourself when you're nervous."

Merlin silently unleashed a spirit pacification spell while apologizing to stabilize Professor Quirrell's spirit.

As the saying goes, the wool should be plucked little by little, the frogs should be boiled in warm water, and Quirrell should play slowly.

So, Merlin wasn't in a hurry to mess with him.

"Slater gets the Quaffle, and Bleitch passes the ball to Captain Marcus Flint!"

The narrator's somewhat excited voice came slowly, and the atmosphere on the field became warm for a while.

"Marcus Flint, this kid looks disgusting, he looks like a future Death Eater."

Merlin muttered to himself, and looked at the Slytherin captain who had the ball.

I saw him kick one of the Gryffindor players out of the air, and then throw the ball, but was blocked by Wood, the handsome senior of Gryffindor.

Soon, with the cooperation of two Gryffindor players, a group of Slytherin players circled around the pillar, and scored another 10 points.

"Smack, nice job!"

Merlin's hand was faster than the narrator's voice, and the sandbag's slap slapped directly at Professor Quirrell.

"Merlin, you!"

"Ah, the professor is fine, I can't help it for a while, I'm sorry!"

Professor Quirrell was about to get angry, and Merlin immediately made another set of apology combos, along with a mental calming spell.

Directly beat Professor Quirrell out of temper, and he had to sigh silently.

"Merlin, I'd better stay away from you, you have this fetish, it will affect my ability to watch the game."

Professor Quirrell straightened his turban again, silently moving to the side, leaving an empty seat between him and Merlin.

"Okay, okay, I'll try to be as restrained as possible, I'm sorry Professor Ha."

Merlin didn't mind, silently took out a stick-like thing from the spatial ring and put it aside.

"Merlin, what's this?"

Professor Quirrell suddenly had a bad feeling, a vague feeling that he was going to be unlucky.

"Oh, this is fireworks, I already have a premonition that Gryffindor is going to win, so prepare in advance."

Actually, it was an ordinary stick, but Merlin used Transfiguration to turn it into a firework.

Of course, turning into fireworks naturally has some of the effects of fireworks, but it can't last too long.

He didn't mean anything else, he just wanted to fix Voldemort, and Professor Quirrell was at most incidental.

"Well, then you're probably going to be disappointed, Slytherin is going to win, don't believe me."

Merlin looked in the direction of Professor Quirrell's finger, and the Slytherin team used one trick after another, injuring two or three Gryffindors out of the game.

"The Slytherin team isn't civilized enough."

Merlin looked at Professor McGonagall, who was also frowning on the other side, and sighed, but didn't say much.

"It's enough to win, these are the means."

Listening to the announcement of Slytherin's successive scores, Professor Quirrell was also a little happy, and replied to Merlin half-jokingly, with confidence in his words.

"You two, can you be quiet!"

Professor Snape suddenly turned around and looked at Merlin and Professor Quirrell, and said in a cold tone.

"Harry found the Golden Snitch, it's good, it's secure."

Hearing the word Harry come from Merlin's mouth, Professor Snape subconsciously turned his head to look at Harry, not bothering Merlin and Quirrell.

Suddenly, Harry, who was operating the Halo 2000 flying broomstick, suddenly spun around in the air as if he were out of control.

Merlin glanced at Professor Quirrell with his peripheral vision, and sure enough, he noticed some incantation in his mouth.

Looking at Professor Snape in the next row, Merlin saw that he was staring intently at Harry.

"Tsk, maybe that's love."

Merlin sighed slightly, Professor Snape said it was upset Harry, but Harry had a problem, and he was the first to rush forward.

"Huh? So fast? Good fellow, come so fast from so far away. ”

Merlin had just picked up the firework stick next to him, and was about to knock Professor Quirrell to interrupt the spell.

It turns out that Hermione has run under their chairs and set Professor Snape's clothes on fire.

"It's on fire! You're on fire! ”

Soon, the teacher next to him also noticed that Professor Snape's clothes were on fire and hurriedly reminded him.

"Well, Professor Snape, Professor Quirrell, I'm sorry."

Merlin silently unleashed a flaming arrow spell, which caused a fire with a bang, burning all the way to his side.

Then, silently light the fireworks next to it and adjust the position, and then.

"Boom Boom"

A small firework, with the blessing of Merlin's spell, burst out with the feeling of artillery.

A flash of fire first hit the plank behind it, then bounced off Professor Quirrell's turban, exploding with a thud.

"Ahh Yes! Yes! ”

It wasn't going to blow Professor Quirrell apart if it was just a firework, but the impact still made him dizzy with the impact of the blow.

At the same time, the flames of the fireworks ignited his turban, and Professor Quirrell immediately stopped the spell and quickly slapped the turban.

At the same time, he kept shouting out the sound from inside the bandana.

"Poof, Professor Quirrell, don't worry! I'm here to help you! ”

Professor Quirrell's appearance caused the teachers around him to laugh, and Merlin didn't hold back, and laughed directly.

Then he summoned a cloud of water and poured it directly on Professor Quirrell's head, and the fire was extinguished, but he was also drenched in a soup.

"Ahem, Professor Quirrell is fine, it's okay."

Merlin asked him with a smile very seriously, and silently released a few more spiritual pacification spells.

"It's okay, I should find a remote place to watch the game."

Professor Quirrell wanted to cry without tears, and he was fine, so he was a little wet, but the owner of the turban was too miserable.

First it was slapped, then it was blown up by fireworks, it was roasted by fire, and it was blistered.

Rounding off means that he is going to be gone, and when the master is angry, he is gone.

Thinking of this, he sat silently to the side and stopped thinking, unable to get up again.

On the other side, without Quirrell's interference, Harry successfully stabilized the flying broomstick and successfully took down the Golden Snitch.

"Harry Potter catches the Golden Snitch, Gryffindor adds 150 points!"

The narrator's voice sounded, and there was a cheer and applause all around.

"Beautiful!"

Merlin slapped Professor Quirrell on the head, who was alone and gloomy.

"Click"

After the flames burned, and Merlin's thud, the plank beneath Professor Quirrell made an overwhelming sound, and he fell with a thud.

"Professor, are you alright, Professor!"

Merlin quickly rushed down, picked up the badly injured Professor Quirrell, and raised his hand to recover a dozen rounds.

"Ah~~~Ah~~~~Ah~"

A coquettish cry of extreme shame that made people blush came out of Professor Quirrell's mouth.

The teachers who were watching around turned around one after another, covering their faces with their hands, and couldn't bear to look at them directly.

Seeing this, Professor Quirrell didn't say anything, just silently shed two lines of tears and fainted.

……

To be continued