The high platform where Clark is located has a panoramic view, making it a great vantage point.

Sitting on it and watching the game, listening to the enthusiastic cheers in his ears, hugging and high-five with his friends, even gave Clark the illusion that he was watching the World Cup.

Fortunately, the flying broomstick whistling in front of him pulled him back to reality.

The game continued to progress, with Gryffindor starting well but it was short-lived, and the score was quickly snapped back by Slytherin.

Just as the Gryffindor wizards were worried about the situation on the field, a loud voice rang out behind Clark.

"Excuse me, little one."

"Hagrid!"

Ron and Neville squeezed each other, making a large chunk for Hagrid to sit in.

"I'm sorry, something happened in the Forbidden Forest, I should have come over to cheer Harry on earlier, how's it going? The Snitch is nowhere to be seen, is it? ”

"No," Ron shook his head, "the game has just begun." ”

"That's good, ah, no, I mean, as long as you don't get in trouble, you're lucky." Hagrid explained awkwardly, holding up the large telescope hanging from his chest, and struggling to look at a small spot in the air—it was Harry.

At this moment, he was hovering above the arena, watching the six roads, listening to all directions, and he was very nervous, and he didn't dare to let go of a little movement.

However, the tide of action began to turn around, and the Slytherin players became stronger and more shameless, and it can be said that they perfectly inherited the talent of the English Muggle football hooligans.

Deliberate collisions, blocking the way, trash-talking, and rude gestures and expressions succeeded in angering the Gryffindor team members, causing them to make frequent mistakes.

Seeing the gap in the score getting bigger and bigger, Harry's mood became more and more urgent, if the score difference exceeded 150 points, even if he caught the snitch, it would still be considered a loss.

Suddenly, out of the corner of his eye, he saw a golden light, which seemed to be the trace of a snitch. Harry excitedly swooped down towards the target, and Terrance Higgs, the Slytherin Seeker who was watching him all the time, saw it and hurriedly followed.

The two flew side by side towards the snitch, and the chasers around them seemed to have forgotten what they were supposed to do, hovering in the air one by one, watching the two of them.

Clark and the others could see clearly from the sidelines that Harry, who had a Halo 2000, was significantly faster than Higgs.

And yet the next moment.

Boom!

The Gryffindor boys beside Clark let out a roar of rage.

Marcus Flint, seeing that he couldn't catch up with Harry, deliberately hit the end of Harry's broomstick. This caused Harry's broomstick to course, but Harry grabbed it and spun around in the air a few times.

"Foul!" The Gryffindors yelled, and Clark pointed his wand at his throat, amplifying his voice, startling Hermione on the side.

Ms Hodge, who was the referee, angrily scolded Flint before ordering Gryffindor to take a free-kick at the post.

But, 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," Ron kindly reminded him from the sidelines, "you can't take someone off in a Quidditch match - and, what's a red card?" ”

But Hagrid agreed with Dean.

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

This conflict became the fuse that detonated the battlefield, and the competition on the field became more intense, and the Gryffindor players quickly gave up the bottom line, since they couldn't fight, then join it.

However, in addition to watching the game, Clark's attention was more focused on the teacher's seat.

As a fan who has seen seven books and eight movies, he knows everything about what is going to happen next.

If nothing else, Voldemort was about to attack Harry at this Quidditch.

Sure enough, just as Harry dodged a Bludger that flew past him like a cannonball, something happened.

Clark noticed that Harry's broomstick suddenly shook in a frightening way, causing him to grapple tightly on the handle and clench it with his knee.

"It's coming!" Clark thought to himself.

The broom's shaking was not an accident, there were one and two, and before everyone noticed Harry, his light wheel 2000 suddenly shook like crazy, as if trying to throw him down.

At this point, the Slytherin team on the field scored another goal, and the little snakes in the stands cheered, but Harry had no intention of paying attention to it.

At least Harry couldn't control his broomstick anymore, and the light wheel 2000 went up and down, making waves, and in the frantic twitching along the way, it rose higher and higher, and carried Harry away from the arena.

"Oh my God, what is Harry trying to do?" Hagrid, with the telescope on his side, happened to see this and muttered in confusion.

"If I didn't know him that well, I'd think he couldn't control his broomstick – but he couldn't ......"

Suddenly, the people in the stands all pointed at Harry. It turned out that his broomstick had thrown Harry off in a wave of violent tumbling action. He now has only one hand grasping the broomstick handle, hanging in the air.

While everyone was paying attention to Harry, Clarke's eyes were fixed on Quirrell in the teacher's seat.

No, nothing at all.

Yes, Quirrell reacted the same as the other young wizards, all looking at Harry with a nervous expression, as if all this had nothing to do with him.

"Silent spell casting, wand casting, this Quirrell's magic level is not as inferior as he appears."

Because of the chaotic nature of the magic of chaos, every young wizard needs to have his own wand before entering the school to help them channel the magic and prevent injury.

However, there are pros and cons to everything, and as an auxiliary tool, the wand also suppresses the potential for wizarding to develop. Especially when young wizards are growing up, the help of a wand can also create a certain dependence, resulting in a decrease in the wizard's ability to control and stabilize magic.

It's like modern Muggles are used to typing on computers, and often pick up a pen and don't know where to start.

In this case, being able to cast spells without relying on a wand is already a very powerful skill.

Silent casting, on the other hand, is not as difficult as wandless casting, but it is also an advanced spellcasting technique that only sixth and seventh year Hogwarts students can learn.

Together, these two spell-casting techniques can make spell casting untraceable, both for a surprise sneak attack and to prevent opponents from targeting spells.

Looking at Quirrell's performance, Clark's expression became solemn, others thought he was worried about Harry, only Clark himself knew that he was frightened by Quirrell's strength.

But also, don't look at this Professor Quirrell as a joke in class, he graduated from Ravenclaw with excellent grades.

After graduating, he was hired as a professor of Muggle studies and promoted to a teacher of Defence Against the Dark Arts at Hogwarts, which in itself speaks to his strength.

In addition, his willingness to become Voldemort's host must have received many benefits, and it is not surprising that this situation has occurred.

But in this way, maybe Clark's plan will have to be reconsidered.