The commentator on the field and Professor McGonagall had another argument, and Lee Jordan clearly did not like Slytherin's frequent small movements, and the freshmen sat on the sidelines and let out a slight commotion.

Lin An looked sideways, not only was Draco's face full of anger, but the sixth prefect Jem Hollens's sky-blue eyes also seemed to be brewing a storm.

He sat in his seat reservedly, with his back straight, his legs crossed, his hands resting on his knees, and he didn't use a telescope, but there was a flickering clear lens in front of him, and someone was moving in the lens—I'll have to ask what kind of spell it was later.

Lin An thought subconsciously.

But at this moment, the corners of Hollens's lips pursed slightly, and he was obviously not happy.

Lin An was a little unsure for a while whether he was angry at the small actions of frequent losses on the field, or those players who were not angry.

When she turned around, she saw that Harry's broomstick was shaking rapidly in mid-air, as if it was about to throw him down.

Lin An stood up instantly.

Because at this moment, Harry's broomstick began to roll incessantly, and he could only barely hold on to it. With another frantic writhing, Harry was thrown off by him!

He now grabs the broomstick handle with only one hand, hanging in the air. [Original]

Lin An frowned: "Did Flint break its control system when he collided just now?" ”

"Impossible."

Draco pursed his lips, anger on his face filled with shame, "Nothing can interfere with a broomstick except for the powerful dark magic, and Potter got the Light Wheel 2000!" Its stability is the best. ”

And at this moment, those long-ago memories suddenly swirled in Lin An's mind, as if in the original book, the first Quidditch match was indeed an accident, and the final result was......

She turned her head abruptly and turned her gaze to Professor Quirrell in the teacher's chair beside her.

The other and Professor Snape sat next to each other, both grim-faced and muttering.

At the same time, Lin An also noticed that Hermione was hiding her low figure by the chair, and then quickly walked towards the teacher's seat.

At this moment, Professor Quirrell seemed to have spotted her, probably because the evil spell could not be interrupted, he did not stop his movements, but just glanced at Lin An's side lightly-

At this moment, he was not at all like the cowering garlic-headed professor.

Under the huge hat, his pale and thin cheeks seemed to bring out inexplicable pressure. When his eyes fell on Lin An, Lin An only felt a thrill all over his body!

Subconsciously, she reluctantly tensed her body!

And at this moment, there was a sudden commotion in the stands. Lin An saw Hermione lighting a fire on Professor Snape's robe through the gap in her chair.

The fire quickly spread to Professor Quirrell's side, causing him to quickly stand up, his muttering lips to stop.

At the same time, in mid-air, Harry's broomstick stabilized abruptly, and he swooped down quickly towards the ground.

Both Snape and Quirrell hurried out, and at this moment, the crowd cheered—

Harry fell to the ground on all fours and fell to the ground in embarrassment. Then he covered his mouth, as if trying to vomit......

"Harry!"

Lin An hurriedly took two steps forward and grabbed the seat in front of him.

And the next moment! Harry coughed, and a golden object fell into his palm—

"I caught the snitch!"

He shouted, holding the ball high above his head and waving it. [Original]

20 minutes later.

Flint was still yelling indignantly, "He didn't catch the snitch, he almost swallowed it!" ”

Gryffindor won with 170 points and 60 points against Solitrin, which was really hard for them to accept.

Flint's anger is also everyone's anger.

At this moment, they had returned to the Slytherin lounge in despair, and the noise on the pitch had not yet dissipated.

And in the lounge, they were greeted by Jem Holens, whose face was like frost.