Dracula frowned, staring at Quirrell, who showed no signs of anything out of the ordinary.

He couldn't figure it out. Based on Quirrell's previous performance, it was almost certain that he was under Voldemort's control. But the one who wanted to kill Harry in a Quidditch match wasn't Quirrell.

Could it be that the Dark Lord, whose name can't even be mentioned, is still capable of controlling more than one wizard to infiltrate Hogwarts Castle, even if he is weak to a certain extent?

Dracula quickly scanned the entire Quidditch pitch and soon spotted another person who was behaving abnormally -

Dean of Slytherin House, Severus Snape!

Snape was standing in the middle of one of the stands, his eyes fixed on Harry, his mouth silently muttering.

But Dracula could tell that Snape was clearly not the one who had cast the curse on Harry's broomstick.

Although his eyes were full of disgust for Harry, there was also anxiety and worry on his face that could not be dissolved, which was extremely complicated.

"It's funny that Snape is chanting a reverse-spell to save his most hated student." Dracula curled the corners of his mouth.

Seeing that Snape's anti-spell effect was quite significant, and that Harry would not fall for a while, Dracula began to observe Snape with some interest, admiring his mixed expression of disgust and worry.

While Dracula could see Snape's purpose, the other young wizards didn't have his eyesight.

Harry's good friend Hermione was very shrewd, and soon noticed Snape's words, and decided that he was the bad guy who was casting a curse on Harry.

So she immediately ran off the stands and walked briskly towards the one opposite Snape.

Hermione struggled through the crowd to the stands where Snape was. She walked along the row of seats behind him, and even accidentally bumped into the back of Mr. Quirrell, who was watching the excitement, and knocked him headlong into the front seat.

"It's... Why are you in such a hurry, Miss Granger? Quirrell asked, stammering.

"I'm sorry, Mr. Quirrell, but I really don't have time to explain it now!"

Apologized casually, but Hermione's pace did not stop at all, and she made her way to Snape's side with all the difficulty.

While all the attention of the people around her was focused on Harry, who was fighting with the broomstick, she crouched down, drew her wand, and whispered a few incantations she had taught herself in her spare time.

Then, bright blue flames burst out of her wand and swooped down on the hem of Snape's robes.

Hermione thought it was the most appropriate spell for the current situation.

These blue bellflower flames are not as dangerous as real fire, they can be touched, penetrated without causing burns, but they can incinerate materials such as clothing and plants. Because of this, this flame does not cause harm to innocent students, and can be recovered at any time, so it is not easy for Snape to detect.

It took about thirty seconds for Snape, who was concentrating on the incantation, to realize that he was on fire, and he had to take his eyes back from Harry for a moment.

At the same time, Hermione quickly gathered the blue bellflower flame from his body, tucked it into her pocket, and hurried back down the row of seats—she was sure that Snape would never know what was going on.

But it was the moment Snape withdrew his gaze that the counter-spell that had been maintaining its effect stopped. The brand-new Light Wheel 2000 lost control and threw Harry off his broomstick!

The entire audience stood up and looked in shock at the rapid fall of Harry.

Hermione covered her mouth in even more surprise, and she looked at Snape in front of her, and saw that there was an expression on his face called panic - an expression that had never been seen on Snape's face before!

Snape frantically pulled his wand out of his sleeve, intending to use the Slowdown Charm to save Harry. On the other side, Professor McGonagall also stretched out her wand in time to recite the spell of the Deceleration Charm—

"Arresto Momentum."

The next moment, the two professors were taken aback.

Their slowdown spell is broken!

With the spellcasting level of Snape and McGonagall, the two professors had not encountered a spell failure for many years. Now, in the emergency situation where Harry is about to fall, the slowing spell of the two suddenly loses its effect, which is undoubtedly an existential test for the young savior!

Harry, danger!

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On the other side, Gryffindor's batsmen, the Weasley twins, have been trying to save Harry.

The two of them tried to pull Harry onto one of their brooms as soon as Harry's broom moved, but to no avail - whenever they approached him, the broomstick would instantly leap higher.

After the failure of the operation, they didn't care about winning or losing the Quidditch match and the bet on Slytherin, and flew madly towards the conspicuous black umbrella in the stands.

"Professor, can you save Harry? I know you can! ”

"Yes, you're Harry's most admired professor, don't let him down, Professor!"

The two flew to the stands where Dracula was and shouted anxiously.

Cedric under the umbrella also looked at him expectantly.

"Why, in your hearts, am I the kind of person who can't be saved when he dies?" Dracula chuckled.

Seeing the smile on his face, subconsciously, the three little wizards were all relieved.

Looking at Harry, who was still falling rapidly, Dracula looked at Professor McGonagall and Snape with some surprise as the spell failed, and snapped his fingers.

Then, a large bat of the same model as the one that caught Cedric flapped its wings from under the parasol, and flew under Harry with a few flashes.

The big bat caught Harry's falling body with ease, and smoothly arced downward, placing Harry on the soft Quidditch pitch lawn.

In the sky, Miss Hodge also rode her broomstick and picked up Harry's Light Wheel 2000 before it fell to the ground.

She landed on the ground, ready to take it back for a full examination.

"Are you alright, Harry?" Miss Hooch looked at Harry, who was covering his mouth as if he was about to vomit, and said worriedly, "Oh, poor boy, this is the first time you have encountered such a thing. ”

"Don't worry, kid, the Slytherin goals that take advantage of your broomstick problems won't count, you can play again next time."

As she spoke, Ms. Hodge pointed her wand at her throat and sent the referee's voice through the room—

"I declare that today's game will be ......"

"Wait, Ms. Hodge!"

Harry finally spat out the contents of his mouth, interrupting Miss Hooch's sentence just in time.

"I caught the snitch!" He shouted, holding the ball high above his head and waving it.

The match ended with a roar of Gryffindor cheers and Slytherin protests, and after the referee's approval, Gryffindor won the event!

……

In the midst of the chaos, in a corner where no one was looking, a young wizard with black hair and a handsome face quietly left the Quidditch pitch.

He had a blank diary in his hand, on which two words written in ink faded into obscurity—

"Finite Incantatem."

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