Harry kicked the ground hard and rose into the sky, he felt the wind roar in his ears, scraping his hair furiously, and he felt like he belonged to the sky. He rose to the top and looked down:

Quaffle was snatched up by Gryffindor's Angelina Johnson at the start of the game, and she floated lightly in the air and made a powerful pass to Arya Spinnett......

The ball was snatched by the Slytherins.

Harry frowned, but soon came to his senses - he was a Seeker, and finding the Golden Snitch as soon as possible was the only way to go.

Roy watched with interest the stalemate on the field, and had to say that it was a really good experience to watch Quidditch while suppressing his senses.

Of course, what was even more interesting was Quirrell over there, and Roy glanced at him not far away without a trace. During the day, Quirrell's body was controlled by Quirrell's soul fragments, and at night it was Voldemort's time, and the memories of the two were not interconnected, and the "Voldemort" that communicated with Quirrell during the day was only Quirrell's own imagination.

Lately, though, he'd been feeling a little weird about Quirrell's magic, as if ...... He learned a lot from Voldemort.

Not again. Roy frowned, and it was the familiar air of death, which he had seen in Voldemort, but only when Voldemort used the Avada Curse. And now, whenever Quirrell comes into contact with magic-related things, he will bring out this aura, especially now, with little wizards sitting everywhere, Quirrell's dead aura has not stopped.

Roy can be sure that although he crushed Quirrell's soul and put part of it into Voldemort's body, Quirrell is still alive and will never exude death, not to mention, this is not the kind of "death" that the dead carry in the body, if you really want to talk about it, this breath is more like ...... It's about the rhyme of death.

Voldemort may not be able to do anything else, but when it comes to the Require Charm, even Roy has to admit that it is so powerful that if he takes Voldemort's Require Curse in an unsuspecting situation, he will be seriously injured. And if it were another dark wizard's life-seeking spell hitting him, he would only feel nothing.

The reason for such a big difference is that Voldemort's life-seeking curse has touched the "way" of death, and his curse is close to the concept of "death", and his curse is conceptual damage, which is naturally powerful.

So it's normal for Voldemort's death curse to have a death rhyme, but what about Quirrell? Did he also cultivate "death"? This is obviously impossible. Is it because of Voldemort's influence? This is even more impossible, Roy deliberately separated the souls of the two at the beginning, and it is impossible for anyone to influence whom.

So what's the problem? Roy already had some speculation in his mind, but it wasn't time to confirm it.

Let's take a look at Quidditch in the distance.

Roy looked back at the field, and the Slytherins had a 40-point lead over Gryffindor with a broomstick advantage. In fact, the phrase "how many points ahead" is more euphemistic, because the score of the two sides is now 0-40.

Lee Jordan was struggling to explain: "Gryffindor chaser Angelina Johnson regained the ball and she passed it to Arya Spinnett who was closer – oops! Slytherin's captain, Marcus Flint, goes around her back and grabs the Quaffle! Looks like he's going to get - oh my God, I don't know who the twins are, maybe Fred or George Weasley gave him a Bludger, and Flint was hit - the Quaffle was back in Gryffindor's hands, and now it was Katie Bell who was holding the ball, and she swooped down towards the post and flew like she flew—it really looked like it was flying—Slytherin's goalkeeper Bletch seemed too late—Gryffindor scored!

The Gryffindor stands erupted in loud cheers, as if they were about to topple the stands, mixed with the roars and moans of the Slytherins.

Next, it was Gryffindor who scored another goal and Slytherin also scored one, and the gap between the two sides was reduced to 30 points.

But the key to the game is the two Seekers hovering overhead, and the game won't end until they find the ball. Moreover, in front of the Golden Snitch score of one hundred and fifteen, the difference between the two sides is not worth mentioning.

"Slytherin scores! Now the score is twenty to sixty! Lee Jordan's voice rang out again, "Wait a minute, is that the Snitch?" ”

Slytherin chaser Derian Psyey turned his head to see a golden light flashing through his left ear, missing the Quaffle, and a whisper was heard from the crowd.

It was almost time, Quirrell thought excitedly, and when Harry Potter focused his attention on the Golden Snitch, it was the best chance to attack him.

Quirrell stared at Harry Potter, his dry, wrinkled eyelids twitching slightly, and his expression solemn, like a devout believer praying.

"Harry swooped down! Did he see anything!? Lee Jordan shouted excitedly, and the atmosphere in the audience was pushed to a new climax.

It's time. Quirrell had words in his mouth and stared at Harry.

Soon, Potter will fall, and then the master will ...... Well? Quirrell was surprised to find that Harry was still on his broomstick, unharmed.

It's about time. Roy casually watched Quirrell's mouth chatter, and he already had an answer in his mind about the source of the dead qi in his body.

Is it Snape? Quirrell glanced in Snape's direction and saw that he hadn't moved at all. It couldn't be Snape, Quirrell thought, and Snape couldn't completely cancel out his magic.

Could it be Dumbledore!? A cold sweat immediately broke out on Quirrell's back, if it was really Dumbledore......

Roy couldn't help but laugh a little when he looked at Quirrell's face.

"What are you laughing at?" Hermione on the side asked curiously.

"It's nothing, it's just a little ridiculous to think that there is a huge Quidditch pitch without a single magic to protect the players."

"Really...... Ah, look, Harry is about to catch the ball! Hermione pointed to the field and exclaimed happily.

In fact, she didn't need to be reminded that cheers, cheers, and screams filled the entire Quidditch arena at this time, and the noise overshadowed everything. The Gryffindors were elated, their arms waving vigorously in the air, as if they were about to grab something, and excitedly firing golden sparks into the sky. Slytherin roared, saying it was the Golden Snitch that their Seeker had caught first, but no one paid any attention to them.

The game was over, and the Gryffindor team won 170 to 60.

Harry returned to the other side, excitedly talking to his friends about his feelings.

"I've never felt this way before." He sighed when it came to the moment when he caught the Golden Snitch.

"You'll catch it again next time." Roy said with a smile.