In the end, when Gryffindor Seeker Andrew grabbed the Golden Snitch to end the match, he was the only one left in the entire Quidditch pitch.

The Slytherin team members were all lying in the sand below, looking up at the sky, gritting their teeth and scarring. Although the Lion Courtyard also had a blue nose and swollen face, they looked at Andrew looking for the snitch alone with a smile, and they were not worried at all.

If he can't catch the Golden Snitch without any interference, then he's a Seeker for nothing.

"Caught! Andrew has caught the Golden Snitch! The score is 300:100, Gryffindor wins! ”

Lee's voice was hoarse, and he was out of breath from explaining the team battle just now, and Professor McGonagall was skeptical about getting him an oxygen cylinder.

The score was as Lee casually said before, with a difference of 200 points, which made Snape's face darken.

He recalled the fear of being dominated by someone in Gryffindor at the Quidditch pitch more than a decade ago, snorted and left without looking back.

After the wounded were carried to the school hospital, the atmosphere at the scene gradually calmed down.

Norlin saw Lee rubbing his hoarse voice and walking tiredly towards the Slytherin auditorium, still holding a long list in his hand, looking like a landlord collecting rent.

"It's ...... Betting? ”

Norlin looked at the little wizards with shrugged faces, and reluctantly pulled a few Galleons or Sicos out of his pocket, and the first thought that crossed his mind was......

They don't call me when they open?

……

Regardless of the process, this year's Quidditch Final trophy was won by Gryffindor. The cost was that six team members were admitted to the school hospital.

On the night of the finals, the moon stars were scarce.

Norlin waited until Smith fell asleep, then quietly used a fluorescent charm to illuminate and count supplies.

"Map of the Living Spot, Illusion Flask, Breathing Fire Flask......"

Norin muttered to himself, putting everything he could think of that would work, in the pocket of his robe. The pocket was stretched by him without a trace, and it was enough to fit.

He pulled out another slip of paper and double-checked, and there was only one word on it: Tonight.

"It seems that ten Galleons were given to Mondigus for nothing." Norin smiled and muttered to himself.

After getting the news last time, Norlin sent another ten gold gallons to Mundungus, only asking him to tell Norlin the news as soon as possible.

He put a spell on himself and crept out of the dormitory.

The illusion spell could be seen through by a wizard with high mana, so he refined a bottle of illusion potion to be on the safe side, which would ensure that the possibility of being seen through was minimized.

Hogwarts is exceptionally quiet at night. Norin walked slowly through the castle, and was familiar with the night tours with the Weasley brothers.

I don't know if it's dazzling, but when Norlin just walked around a corner, he vaguely saw a black shadow flashing.

Norlin's eyes narrowed slightly, and he walked quickly to the end of the corridor to see that there was nothing unusual.

Wrong right...... Norin scratched his head and thought, feeling the temperature of the snowflakes falling on his face, and quickly headed in the direction of the Forbidden Forest.

……

Icy snowflakes covered the dark and oppressive forest. Compared to the castle not far away, the forest appears ancient and barren.

The bare locust has only branches, straight up. Rows of dragon claw locusts are like city walls, silently intimidating comers.

From time to time, the snoring of magical creatures sounded, and tonight, there was a dull "rustle" sound.

A group of black-robed men walked on the smooth snow, occasionally stepping on dead branches on the road, making a brief clicking sound.

"Alger, are you sure Dumbledore won't show up tonight?"

After walking silently and depressedly for a while, one of the black-robed people finally couldn't help it and asked out loud. The pressure on Dumbledore, the strongest White wizard of our time, was so great that all Dark wizards inevitably had a hint of fear.

"Your own arrangement."

The black robe who walked in the front said indifferently. The cold moonlight reflected on his face, and it was none other than Alger Cook, the former Defence Against the Dark Arts professor who attacked the library at Christmas.

The questioning black-robed man stopped talking, he pulled his hood, and fell silent again.

After walking for more than ten minutes, they had entered the periphery of the Forbidden Forest.

"Whoosh!"

A sound of breaking through the air sounded violently.

Alger paused, and a spear was stuck in the snow two paces in front of him, the body of which trembled.

"Outsiders, whatever your intentions, do not take a step forward."

In the dark forbidden forest, the sound of rustling sounded. One by one, dark shadows emerge from behind the trunks.

They were half-human, half-horse, with men from the waist up, and some had long hair and beards of various colors. Below the waist is a shiny brown-red horse, with a wagging tail behind it.

They are none other than the centaurs, magical creatures of magic. At this time, each of them had a longbow in his hand, and the bowstring was tightened, facing the crowd of Alger.

At the head was a bohemian, rough, dark-haired centaur with a beard. The spear just now was from his hand, and at this time, he looked at Alger expressionlessly and said coldly.

Alger grinned, and there was cruelty and coldness in his smile. He didn't speak, and his wand was already raised.

"Avada suo!"

The green light flickered in the darkness.

Before Alger could speak, the centaurs in charge had already realized that something was wrong and hurriedly dodged, while the centaurs behind him couldn't dodge. When the green light hit his chest, his body trembled, and his limbs collapsed limply, losing his breath.

"Bane, go!"

The corpse of the dead centaur caused a commotion, and the centaur next to the corpse said angrily.

"Spread out!"

The centaur named Bane narrowed his pupils, and his anger burned irrepressibly, staining his eyes crimson. He quickly pulled out an arrow feather from his back, shot an arrow at the black robe, and then turned around and ran into the depths of the Forbidden Forest.

The centaurs don't use wands, but are skilled in magical healing, divination, and archery, and are known for their chases in the forest.

Without waiting for Alger's command, the rest of the black-robed people had already begun to attack wildly.

"Avada suo!"

"Drill the heart and cut the bones!

Grim green and silver lights alternated, and one or two more centaurs collapsed with a few muffled sounds.

More than a dozen arrow feathers attacked the black robes, but they were blocked by them with various magic barriers, and they were unharmed.

Meanwhile, in the castle's Defence Against the Dark Arts professor's office, Professor Krell straightened his slightly wrinkled professor's robes and held his wand in his hand.

"It's good that Montungus was given five Galleons for hush money, otherwise it would have been troublesome if that kid went to join in the fun."

Professor Krell put on his wizarding hat and muttered to himself. He pushed the door open and strode out.