On the other side, on the Quidditch pitch, the Hufflepuff vs. Ravenclaw match was raging.

No Gryffindor's grumpy, no Slytherin's unscrupulousness.

What stands out for this game is that it is fair and just, and there is quite a sense of harmony.

Although everyone wants to win, they abide by the rules, but there is a sense of pleasing to the eye.

However, the level of the two sides is not evenly matched.

Behind the seemingly fierce competition, the score difference has been widened more and more.

Eventually, Lee Jordan, the only designated commentator for a Hogwarts Quidditch tournament, pulled his voice to explain the current situation:

"Now, the score is 290-150 and Hufflepuff is taking an outright lead, but Ravenclaw still have a chance, and as long as they catch the Golden Snitch before Hufflepuff scores the final goal, they can still claim victory!"

Although this is said on the surface, after a round of fighting, almost all Ravenclaw students no longer have hope in this regard.

After all, their Seeker is too mediocre.

It is said that Cho Chang, who has the most Quidditch talent, is still training, and there is no need to release what they think is a killer when there is no hope of continuing to push forward in his own points.

In this case, their disadvantage will only grow.

"Well, it's over."

Although it seemed as if he was still trying, the diminutive of Ravenclaw had already covered his head.

"Don't be sad, Flitwick, just fight again next year."

Seeing the lost backs of her colleague, Professor McGonagall sighed with relief.

"It's easy to say, after all, you are full of confidence."

Professor Flitwick said angrily.

"Hopefully this year, isn't it?"

"After all, we have a genius in Gryffindor."

There was no overly modest denial of anything, as Professor McGonagall graciously acknowledged.

At the same time, the expression on her face was quite proud.

"Harry, this kid is really talented......"

Seeing Magnagall's proud expression, Flitwick wanted to complain, but he didn't know what to say.

In the end, he could only praise.

This kind of thing is really envious and jealous.

"Quidditch...... When will the Quidditch of Ravenclaw rise? ”

Just as Professor Flitwick continued to be alone and indignant, a small dark shadow approached somewhere in the sky.

It bypassed the Quidditch pitch, which had been demarcated for disgust, and landed directly on the side of the spectator stand.

"This owl is...... Snape's? ”

Seeing the dark messenger, McGonagall and Flitwick couldn't help but glance at each other.

Why, at this time, did Snape write to them?

…………

In that almost confined underground space, a seemingly evenly matched battle began.

However, the two sides of the battle are not the two adults who most people think.

One side is a middle-aged old wizard, and the other is nothing more than an 11-year-old child.

Even so, it was the guy who fell into the disadvantage.

As the Iron Charm was bombarded with spells, Peter Pettigrew felt a deep sense of dismay.

Why?

Why?

A deep sense of frustration spread through Peter's heart, and all the destruction around him was extremely glaring in his eyes.

It's obviously a similar spell, it's obviously a similar action, but the other party is a cut above him?

'Boom Boom'

Under the bombardment of various spell missiles and bombardments, some of the surrounding columns have collapsed.

At this moment, there was a crack in the light curtain in front of him.

'Kara'

This made Peter's heart hang even more.

Not good!!!

"Boulders flying!"

Before he could make any further moves, a shattered cylindrical boulder smashed down head-on with the dual application of the Flying Charm and the Knockback Charm.

'Bang'

The iron armor light curtain that had been maintained was defeated, and although the boulder did not fall directly on Peter's body, his body still soared with a strong impact.

"Poof"

"Boom"

The thin body rolled on the ground several times.

And at that moment, a stun spell followed.

"Faint!"

Not good!!

At the moment when Isobel's spell blurted out, Peter had already reacted.

Clenching his wand, he slammed to the side, his place being blasted into a fist-sized hole by the violent spell.

'Bang'

Looking at the deep depression and the ruins around him, Peter couldn't help but swallow.

Why can a child have such destructive power?

And he had actually forgotten that in terms of the wizarding profession, the destructive power of young wizards was far stronger than that of adult wizards.

Because they are more prone to emotional ups and downs, their hearts and wills are more pure.

Like the so-called Magical Riot, it is essentially a change in reality caused by ignoring one of their thoughts.

And now, it is clear that someone has completely harnessed this agitated emotion.

"What's wrong? Is that all there is to it? ”

The wind was raging, and Isobel's wizarding robes were puffed up, as if there really was wind in the sealed chamber.

However, this is not possible.

The only door to the outside was still wrapped in a special fire spell that had been applied, but the room was still cold.

The wind comes from Isobel......

Looking at the little witch in the center, Peter gritted his teeth.

"Enchanted...... It is generally accompanied by strong emotions. ”

Looking at Isobel's madness that completely shattered the word 'iceberg', Peter whispered.

"But I shouldn't have offended you, and I didn't sin any wizarding family."

Facing the young witch who was in full swing, Peter's attitude softened at once.

In fact, from the very beginning, he had no fighting spirit.

"We don't need to be enemies, it's a big deal I don't want the Philosopher's Stone, can't I do it if I don't want it! I'll go now! ”

Serve softly.

That's what he's doing now.

No matter what he wanted to do next, he didn't feel the point of continuing to fight.

A series of turmoil within the school is bound to attract attention, especially Severus Snape's oil-headed bat!!

"You don't have to fight me here, do you?"

"My name is Morag."

However, his overtures were met with a cold response.

It doesn't even sound like anything to do with it.

"What?"

The name stunned Peter at first.

Immediately after, an inexplicable panic came to my heart.

"Isobel...... Isobel Morag? But she can't be as small as you, you ...... You don't even look like each other at all!! ”