Eventually, the whole Quidditch match became chaotic.

In the midst of Slytherin's slightly weak shouting, Harry's broomstick began its strange trajectory.

Not to mention experienced wizards, even the students knew that something was wrong with Harry.

When this happened, Slytherin's original anger quickly turned into ridicule, and they clearly didn't care why this happened.

As far as the Slytherin stereotype goes, if it wasn't done by their insiders, they would be thankful to the guy who did it secretly.

And if it is done by insiders, if this wave is successful, they may have to go back to the celebration.

Don't ask, it's a Quidditch tradition.

If you don't get caught, it's that Harry's own flying skills are not good, and Professor McGonagall doesn't know anyone!

However, just as everyone was immersed in the long-standing 'warmth' of Quidditch, Connor, who felt like an outsider, noticed something unusual.

In fact, knowing some of the insiders, he set his sights on a seat somewhere as early as the first time.

It wasn't a teacher-only seat, but there happened to be two key people sitting there.

One is Snape, the old viper, and the other is Professor Quirrell, who is looked down upon and even ignored by everyone.

At this glance, Connor couldn't help but raise his eyebrows.

Quirrell clasped his hands together, resting almost his entire head on his hands, his eyes fixed on Harry, as if praying.

Snape, on the other hand, placed his two large hands on his knees, staring at him as he muttered the words.

Combined with the traditional bad guy look like something out of a fairy tale, it felt like he was deliberately trying to kill Harry.

However, the reality is not so simple after all.

No one is thinking about murdering others while exposing themselves openly.

So, the truth must be the exact opposite.

Staring at the turban man as if praying, Connor couldn't help but wonder if he should do something about it.

But before he could make any movement, he felt like he was seeing something.

Although it was only for a moment, there was indeed a figure that quickly ran to the bottom of the auditorium.

It seemed to be a girl, with curly hair and a little shaggy looking.

It seems to be ...... Hermione?

Could it be that she found something?

What should she do if she found out that Quirrell had a problem, and that she might have to control her actions on her side?

Before Connor could expand his thoughts, he suddenly saw a burst of fire erupt from Snape's robes.

Although it was a bit of a distance, Connor could still tell that it was definitely not a naturally occurring flame, and that someone had deliberately set fire to his robes.

And who was the one who set fire to his robe was also revealed.

"Tsk, it's really just a matter of looking at the surface......"

But then again, in this chaotic situation, it would be a talent to be able to lock in to Snape at a glance.

It's a pity that the head won't turn again.

However, this situation is sufficient.

Connor saw that when Snape stood up from the sudden flames, he elbowed Quirrell with a hook of his hand, and Quirrell's prayerful hands slammed into his chin.

But it's not over yet, because the flame hasn't been extinguished yet.

So, Snape quickly drew his wand, but as he was standing, the moment he drew it, his elbow slammed into Quirrell's face.

This series of smooth movements fell into Connor's eyes, and even filled with a sense of beauty, I don't know if Snape had rehearsed it in private.

He must have done it on purpose, right?

But there is no answer to this question, and the crisis has been lifted anyway.

Under Snape's seemingly unintentional double blow, Quirrell's face was hit hard.

Not only did his jaw and the inevitable double blow deform his face a little, but he couldn't even pronounce any smooth spells.

At the same time, Harry suddenly used too much force, and swooped down on his broomstick towards the ground, trying to stop it too late.

"It's over."

'Plop'

Rubbing against the furnishing lawn of the Quidditch pitch, Harry fell to the ground.

"It's over, Gryffindor has lost."

Even the commentary can't help but make a pathetic voice.

Seeing Harry falling, Ernie couldn't help but cover his face.

After making a round, Connor found that Hannah and Susan were almost all lost.

As a Hufflepuff, it's not that I have a deep affection for Gryffindor, it's just that I can't get used to Slytherin's high-minded style.

Regardless of the competitive situation, the other three houses would be happy to see Slytherin lose.

Merely......

"If you look closely, Gryffindor has actually won."

Can't help but pat Ernie on the shoulder, Connor whispered.

"Huh?"

There was a look of surprise on the roommate's face.

Ernie wanted to say something, but heard the excited voice of Lee Jordan:

"No, wait, things are still turning around, let's see, what the youngest Seeker in history has caught!"

In the sunlight, a small golden ball was shining in Harry Potter's mouth, contrasting with his white teeth.

A Golden Snitch equals 150 plus the end of the match, and with a margin of less than 15, Slytherin's defeat is a foregone conclusion.

"It's over!"

As the referee, Mrs. Hodge announced.

"170:120, congratulations to Gryffindor for winning this tournament!"

With Lee Jordan's crazy roar, the whole arena reveled, and even Professor McGonagall, who had always been mature and steady, couldn't help but stand up and applaud.

The Hufflepuffs cheered as well—it wasn't their own game, but it was nice to see the sullen look on Slytherin's side.

In the midst of the cheering crowd, Connor felt like an outsider.

"That's wonderful, Connor, right?"

Ernie couldn't help but elbow Connor, but instead of resonating with Connor, this deepened the confusion.

What's so exciting......

"If you say it's wonderful, then forget it."

Connor said helplessly.

"It's just that I feel something weird."

"What?"

"What is that lawn for?"

"Huh?"

As soon as this question came up, Ernie was confused.

"What did you say?"

"No, I just don't think there's any point in laying a lawn, and it doesn't prevent falls."