In the next match, although the two sides continued to make small moves, they did not rise to the level of bloodiness in the finals of last semester, and both teams tried their best to maintain a semblance of friendship and civility.

In that final, both sides knew how ruthless the people on the other side were, and they all went to the courtyard where they lived for a few months, and they didn't dare to be ruthless this time.

Professor McGonagall didn't blame the Gryffindor team too much, only vaguely indicating that the next move would be light. The Slytherins were miserable, and Snape punished them very hard.

Snape wasn't angry, in fact, if he win, he would protect Ichigo no matter how injured the people in the Lion House were. The key is that he didn't win, so he didn't have the face to talk more.

At this point, the game has reached a fever pitch.

Lee Jordan was still commenting passionately, and Norlin once suspected that he had to stuff a lot of money to secure his position as the commentator - every time he finished the game, a large crowd chased after him.

"Now the score is 60-10 and Gryffindor is temporarily ahead...... Look at it this way, you should be able to stay ahead of the curve. ”

Again, the Slytherin glared, but Professor McGonagall didn't hear it.

"The Gryffindor Seeker seems to have discovered something. That's right, he's the famous Harry Potter, not only is he a savior who stops the turmoil, but he's also gifted at Quidditch - I've seen them train, and I'm sure he's a better flyer than many of the senior players......"

Lee Jordan incarnated as Potter and blew wildly, successfully focusing the audience's attention on Harry.

Harry did see a flash of golden light in the distance. His mood was agitated, he couldn't bear it after watching the game for so long, and finally had a chance for him to show his strength.

Slytherin's Seeker, Terence Higgs, narrowed his eyes and followed Harry for an opportunity. This is the most basic tactic of the Seeker.

However, he soon noticed that Harry's broomstick was shaking in front of him, and Harry's body was swinging wildly on the broomstick, scrambling and shaking.

No way? Is this going to touch porcelain? I'm just following you, every Seeker does that, right?

Higgs thought to himself, a little aggrieved, and flew away from Harry.

Harry was a little panicked now, and the broom under his ass was shaking like crazy, as if he would not give up until he got the broom off.

This broom was given to me by Professor McGonagall, right? Could it be that I usually get deducted too many points and want to kill me? Then you go straight to Snape......

Harry thought aggrieved and frightened, his hands clutching underneath him, clutching the broom and not letting go. The two legs were already floating in the sky, and the whole person was in an upside-down position in the sky.

There was a burst of exclamation from the audience, and everyone could see that Harry was not in the right state.

Norin's eyes glanced towards the audience, Quirrell's face hidden under the large scarf, and he didn't have to think twice to know that he was quietly chanting a spell.

However, Norlin didn't have the idea of making a move, and Harry was fine in the end anyway, so he should practice his courage.

"Look at Snape! It's definitely him! ”

Ron shook Hermione's arm in a fit of rage and pointed at Snape. When Harry had an accident, he naturally regarded his usual enemy as the first suspect, and sure enough, Snape was staring at Harry in the sky, babbling non-stop.

His sallow face was a little anxious, as if he wished Harry had fallen sooner.

The shaking of Harry's broom seemed to improve, slowly stabilizing. But after a while, the shaking became more violent. The Golden Snitch was close but out of reach, he was anxious and afraid.

Hermione watched carefully for a moment, then got up and sneaked to the audience where Snape was. She ducked behind the crowd, quietly cast a fire charm on Snape's robes, and slid away like a stealing cat.

As for accidentally knocking Professor Quirrell down while running, she didn't have time to care.

Snape was still busy chanting incantations when he suddenly felt a heat behind him and jumped up in fright. While busy putting out the fire, he saw Quirrell, who had just gotten up from the ground, and stared at him intently for two seconds.

The broom had stopped shaking, but Harry didn't have time to reposition himself.

Behind him, Higgs sped up again, almost as far away as the Golden Snitch. Harry roared suddenly, gritted his teeth and slammed on the broomstick, jumping straight out, grabbing the golden snitch and falling uncontrollably.

The little wizard in the audience didn't know whether to cheer or worry for a moment. Professor McGonagall had raised her wand, ready to save Harry.

Harry felt the wind whirring in his ears, and with great difficulty he pulled out his wand and shouted in a hurry:

"Broomsticks flying!"

Summoned after losing its master, the broomstick swooped straight down, and when Harry was halfway down, it gently came under him and humped him back into the air.

The excitement of the audience was ignited instantly, and everyone excitedly threw the things in their hands into the sky.

"Harry Potter! Incredible! He did it! He's a hero of Gryffindor! With a score of 210:10, Slytherin is only a fraction of Gryffindor! ”

Lee Jordan jumped up and down on the commentary stage, excited like a monkey, and his voice was broken by his shouting.

The high atmosphere in the arena could not be dissipated for a long time, and the Gryffindor crowd warmly welcomed their heroes, and the young wizards of the other houses were also impressed by Harry's last actions, and the applause lasted for a long time.

Zhang Qiu and Smith didn't want to leave yet, but Norlin smiled and went back to the castle alone.

As he walked back to the common room, an idea was taking shape in his mind. After yesterday's successful transformation of the Animagus, combined with the human transfiguration technique mentioned by Professor McGonagall, a bold idea was irrepressibly generated.

As he reached a hallway, he suddenly stopped and carefully hid behind a pillar.

Around the corner, a gloomy voice came:

"Did you do it, Quirinus?"

Norlin raised an eyebrow, Snape's distinctive bass voice.

"What are you talking about, Severus?"

Professor Quirrell was forcibly slammed by Snape, and said resignedly. There was just the right hint of panic, bewilderment, and annoyance on his face.

"I don't care if you're really stupid or pretending to be stupid, don't let me see it a second time."

Snape's eyes stared coldly at Quirrell. He wasn't sure it was Quirrell, he just had a suspicion.

Quirrell had just entered school the year Snape graduated, and he was barely considered his senior, but he didn't have any intersections. Therefore, there is not the slightest pressure to threaten.

Quirrell seemed stunned and cowered in the corner without speaking. Snape snorted coldly, turned and left.

It wasn't until he was far away that Quirrell's face slowly returned to normal. There seemed to be a touch of scarlet in his pupils, he licked his lips and whispered:

"Severus ......"

The voice was hoarse, like a poisonous tongue spitting out letters.