While Calvin was experimenting (or ordinating) Voldemort's soul in full swing, Harry Potter was preparing for his first Quidditch match.

Harry was languishing in the locker room, he hadn't slept well in the past few days because of the approaching game, and he didn't know what was going on last night, the scar on his forehead was in severe pain, and he didn't sleep well all night, and he planned to find an adult to ask about it after today's game, such as Hagrid, such as Professor Capet.

George looked at Harry's dark circles and went up and hugged Harry, "Hey, Harry, are you nervous about today's game?" Don't worry, we're going to win today. ”

"It's okay, not very nervous, just ...... last night" Harry didn't want to talk to anyone about the scar.

"Relax Harry, we've got a secret weapon today, and we're sure we'll be able to blow the head of the Gorilla Captain on the other side with a Bludger." Fred said with a wink.

Harry knew that Fred's Captain Gorilla was Captain Quidditch of Slytherin and that he was being ridiculed for being a troll Marcus Flint, but he became interested in the secret weapon that the twins said.

"What secret weapon?"

George mysteriously took out a glass bottle full of milk from his robe, opened the cap, and sniffed it for Harry.

Harry's face changed instantly, and he took two cautious steps back, looking at the bottle of milk like poison: "This is the secret weapon you are talking about?" Milk from the cows at Professor Capet's zoo? ”

"It's the milk of the Polish Horn Bull," said Fred with a hippie smile, "and George and I have already taken the dosage and no one can stop the Bludger we hit today, as long as we drink the bottle cap." Would you like some? ”

Harry remembered how Ron had been tricked into drinking the milk of a rampaging cow by the two of them the other day—

Ron couldn't hold anything in his hands, he crumpled it into powder, and tried to stand up against the wall, but he pushed the whole wall, and when he walked, he stepped on the floor step by step.

Percy thought Ron was playing a prank to stop him, and was slapped by Ron. Later, it was Hermione who used a levitation charm to make Ron fly to end the farce.

Harry swallowed, "I don't want it, I'm afraid I'll break the Golden Snitch." ”

"Okay, then we'll drink it ourselves." George shrugged, ready to pour himself a cap of milk.

"Stop!" Hermione suddenly appeared in the locker room, followed by Ron.

"Are you crazy? During the game, he drank crazy milk and wanted Harry to drink it too. Ron shouted with wide eyes.

"I remember Professor Capet saying you weren't allowed to steal the milk of the Hornhorn Bull anymore, didn't you think it was a big deal after giving Ron the last time you drank it? It was cheating to even want to use it in the game today, and he tricked Harry into drinking with him. Hermione crossed her hands on her hips and pursed her lips in a straight line, accusing the Weasley twins of being a wheat grid.

"Hermione, it's not that serious." Fred snorted, clearly not taking Hermione's words to heart.

Unexpectedly, Hermione sneered: "Okay, you guys drink, if you don't care about breaking your broom before you break the Bludger." ”

"Uh," George silently put down the bottle with some embarrassment, "Hermione, we're kidding, haha." ”

Hermione snorted, capped the bottle, and didn't feel comfortable leaving the milk in the locker room, this large bottle would be a big deal if someone drank it, and finally chose to take it with her, and return it to Professor Capet after the game.

Soon the Quidditch match began, however Gryffindor was not in good form and Slytherin scored far more goals than Gryffindor. This made Lee Jordan on the commentary stage sullen.

The Slytherins cheered. No one seemed to notice that Harry's broomstick was behaving abnormally. The broomstick twitched and writhed wildly, slowly, higher and higher, to keep Harry out of the ring.

"I don't know what Harry wants to do." Hagrid muttered. He looked carefully through his binoculars. "If I didn't know him that well, I'd think he couldn't control his broomstick — but he couldn't.."

Suddenly. The people in the stands all pointed up at Harry. His broomstick began to roll incessantly, and Harry could barely hold on to it. Suddenly, the broomstick writhed wildly again, and Harry was thrown off by it. He now grabs the broomstick handle with only one hand, hanging in the air.

"Did the Slytherin player hit him with the broomstick?" Seamus whispered.

"Impossible," Hagrid said, his voice trembling slightly, "nothing but powerful black magic can interfere with a broomstick—there's no way a child can do that to a Halo 2000." ”

Hearing this, Hermione grabbed Hagrid's binoculars, and instead of looking up at Harry, she began to look anxiously at the crowd.

"What are you doing?" Ron groaned, his face dead gray.

"I guessed a long time ago," Hermione gasped, "it's Snape—look." ”

Ron grabbed the binoculars. Snape stood in the middle of the stands across from them. His eyes were fixed on Harry, and he muttered words silently.

"He's doing evil—casting a curse on the broomstick." Hermione said.

"What are we going to do?"

"Look at me."

Before Ron could say another word, Hermione vanished. Ron turned the telescope back at Harry. The broomstick vibrated so violently that Harry couldn't have hung it for long. He's been holding out for five minutes, and no one knows how long he'll last.

"Hurry up, Hermione." Ron whispered in despair.

Hermione made her way to the teacher's stand, struggled through the crowd, and finally reached Snape, where she crouched down, took out the bottle she had confiscated from the twins, poured out a cap, drank it, and punched Snape in the back of the head.

Unexpectedly, Snape suddenly dodged Hermione's fist, Hermione couldn't hold her hand, and punched the back of Professor Quirrell's turban who was sitting in front of Snape, and Professor Quirrell let out a whoop and flew out.

This made Professor McGonagall very angry, and deducted five points from Hermione on the spot. Fortunately, Hermione's punch caused enough confusion, and high in the air, Harry sat back on the broomstick, and Hermione returned to Ron's side with red eyes.

Soon, Harry swooped down to the ground, and he was seen taking the Golden Snitch out of his mouth with his hand. Lee Jordan shouted with joy the result – Gryffindor won 170 to 60.

Harry didn't hear that, though. He returns to Hagrid's cabin with Ron and Hermione, where the host is making him a cup of strong tea.