"Ah, I perceive it...... There was darkness approaching, getting closer, a terrible feeling...... The future is vague, someone is going to fall, is it the boy in the sky......"

Professor Trelawney, an old housemaiden who had not left the top floor of the North Tower for a long time, came to watch the game today.

At this time, she occupied two positions by herself, and she was sitting cross-legged on the chair, staring at the prophecy ball in her hand, babbling, and the people who were originally sitting next to her couldn't help but leave a little distance.

"Wow, this old liar......"

Glancing at Professor Crairlawney who was babbling in the seat, Xiao Yiren, who had just climbed here, was a little speechless, shook his head, and then didn't care about her, just walked past her.

It's just that the sitting posture of this thing is really not good, and the people around him are a little crowded, and the place left for Xiao Yiren is called a small one, and even the liquid Xiao Yiren feels a little crowded, and these guys are still moving around, squeezing Xiao Yiren's action space.

"I'm Nima ......"

Xiao Yiren, who was quite unpleasantly squeezed, suddenly flashed a pair of cat eyes, and the hair on his body suddenly exploded, and a lightning light so faint that no one could see it instantly flew towards a certain unlucky egg.

"Ah~"

Hearing a scream, a slightly bloated figure suddenly fell to the side, and the figure also subconsciously reached out to support his body.

With great precision, he pressed his chubby arm against Trelawney, who was still nervous in place, and threw her off the top of the audience.

"Oops, F*****"

Trelawney fell in front of the next row of auditoriums, swore a string of F-swearing, and then said in an afterthought:

"I'll just say it's not appropriate to go out today!"

Of course, Xiao Yiren doesn't care about these things, and now Xiao Yiren has reached the position of his goal.

Looking up at Harry, who was staring intently at the field, Quirrell chanting a spell, Xiao Yiren covered his nose with a meat pad with disgust.

You know, cats have a very sensitive sense of smell, which is better than that of dogs, and the smell of corpses on Quirrell's body, which is best concealed by the smell of garlic, is really obvious to Xiao Yiren.

The smell of corpses mixed with garlic and other heavy spices almost didn't make Xiao Yiren spit it out directly.

"Vomit ~ Nyima disgusting ......"

In his heart, he despised this stinky bastard, Xiao Yiren just scolded and stretched out his claws, and was about to launch, as for the direction and goal, it naturally would not be Quirrell.

After all, Tom was still in Quirrell's head, so what was the difference between casting magic on him and seeking death?

Although Xiao Yiren is now confident of defeating the vast majority of ordinary adult wizards, this does not mean that Xiao Yiren is determined to go head-to-head with Old Tom.

He was aiming at the scarf around Quirrell's neck.

Such an old scarf, woolen wool, burned absolutely first-class, and if Quirrell had paid attention later, he might have taken the opportunity to strike a wave of old Tom.

"Crush the darkness with thunder!"

Bright blue arcs burst out from the center of Xiao Yiren's flesh pad, and instantly split into Quirrell's long scarf hanging from his waist.

To a certain extent, lightning represents high temperature, and it will naturally burn when it encounters flammable materials (wool).

Then the spark turns into a flame, and the fast reading spreads.

It took about a dozen seconds for Quirrell to realize that he was on fire, and that the flames on the scarf were already on fire, not only his scarf, but also his clothes.

Of course, it didn't matter if he was burned, and the worst thing was that his turban was also on, and he obviously had no hair, but Quirrell insisted on posing as a Super Saiyan.

Especially that output, all by roar, 100% recovery.

"Ahhh

The boss with Quirrell's long mouth, estimated that he could swallow an apple, and directly let out a scream, but he didn't care about any image, the scarf around his neck was directly ripped off by him, and he didn't even want clothes, only the headscarf on his head He didn't dare to take off the scarf, so he could only slap it at the back of his head with his hand.

But what made it even more desperate was that a low roar could be heard in his ears at any moment.

"Fight the fire!"

"Hurry up and put out the fire!"

And the movement caused by Quirrell's side was naturally not small, and many people discovered Professor Quirrell's "new hairstyle", and they couldn't help but exclaim one by one.

Of course, some people exclaimed, and naturally there were also people who stepped forward to help.

It's just that the way Quirrell helped made Quirrell desperate.

Several Gryffindor wizards took off their clothes and used them to draw their clothes towards the flames of Quirrell's head.

As the clothes slapped up and down, the flames kept beating, and I don't know if it was an illusion, the little wizards also heard a roar and a cry of pain.

However, they only thought it was Professor Quirrell's voice, and they didn't pay much attention to it.

But even so, they didn't mean to take it lightly, the force was very strong, Quirrell was dizzy when he smashed it, and Old Tom was dizzy when he also smashed it.

Fortunately, these little wizards didn't know, otherwise, they would probably either tremble with fear or jump up with excitement.

If they were to be rescued in this way, it was really unknown whether Quirrell would have been burned or stoned to death.

When his eyes came to Snape's side, he noticed that Harry on the stage did not seem to be in that chaotic state, and he had stopped chanting the incantation, and it was then that he noticed the situation on Quirrell's side.

looked at Quirrell who suddenly spontaneously combusted a little confused, and then looked at the little wizards who were saving (beating) Quirrell with their clothes, but it was rare that he didn't reprimand, but watched the show leisurely.

In those stern eyes, he couldn't help but show a little stunned.

Of course, Snape also knew what to do and what not to do, and he didn't go too far in watching the play, he just watched for a dozen seconds, and then waved his hand away from the group of guys who were afraid that the world would not be chaotic, and then waved his wand, and the cold water shot at the back of Quirrell's head.

The flames were quickly extinguished by the water, but Quirrell did not take off his strange clothes and blackened scarf, but turned and ran towards the castle.

"Worthy of Snape, cast spells without a wand......"

As for the race, Harry was finally fine, riding on a broomstick and swooping down to the ground.

People saw him covering his mouth with his hand as if he was going to vomit - he fell to the ground and pulled out a golden object from his mouth.

Anyone who knows Quidditch knows that after catching the Golden Snitch, the winner is basically already decided.

Seeing the happy looks of the Gryffindor little lions, Snape's face couldn't help but fall again, and he turned to look at the few Gryffindor little wizards who were scolded by him, completely ignoring the Slytherin snakes who were also involved, and said very sternly:

"Assault on the Professor, affect the order of the Quidditch House Cup, Gryffindor deducts 30 points ......"

……

And beside the audience, hearing Snape's shameless words, Xiao Yiren, who was lying next to him, couldn't help but roll his eyes.

"Snape......"