Fifteen broomsticks soared into the sky, and the stadium resounded with deafening cheers and cheers, and the commentator Lee Jordan grabbed the microphone and began to explain passionately: "Now the Gryffindor Quidditch team, captain Oliver Wood, chaser Katie Bell, Alia. Spinnett, Angelina Johnson - what charming girls, batsmen George Weasley and Fred Weasley, and our savior, the youngest Seeker in 100 years: Har-Leigh Boe-Te!! ”

When Jordan introduces the Gryffindor team, Ron and Dean unfurl a banner that lets out a deafening roar.

In this warm atmosphere, there was one person who seemed out of place.

Love took out a small basket, and out of nowhere found a small jar, which contained a large pile of food: sausages, bread, bacon, and roast, as well as several jugs of drink, and in the jar was a blue flame.

He directly started a barbecue in the stands, and the friends around him were dumbfounded.

"Hey, they're competing!" Hermione poked Love, telling him to concentrate and not act like he was here for a picnic.

"Can't you eat when you watch a game? Have you ever been to football? "Love threaded a couple of sausages with a stick and roasted them on the fire.

The surface of the sausage begins to ooze grease little by little, giving off an attractive aroma.

"No arena is perfect without good food."

With so many hot dogs and beer on the football field, there's no reason why you can't eat and drink at Quidditch - it's eleven o'clock at noon, and it's time to eat.

Hermione choked up and realized that what Love said seemed to be right, so she didn't continue to hold on to it.

But as time went on, the little jar in front of Love became more and more fragrant. The aroma of grease was like a depraved devil, madly seducing Hermione's cravings.

Eventually, she couldn't hold back and asked for a grilled sausage from Love.

The students around are similar, who can resist the temptation to eat barbecue while watching the game? If it weren't for his age, Love would have had to get a few beers to serve the food.

When the barbecue was getting better, the competition also entered a white-hot state. The score between Gryffindor and Slytherin was tight, and it looked like the difference between the two Seekers would be the winner.

But just then, a Bludger slammed into Harry's head like crazy, and Harry thought it was the Slytherin batsman who was doing the trick, but he soon realized that this was not the case.

He desperately pushed the light wheel 2000 under his crotch, trying his best to dodge the Bludger's attack after attack, Fred and George realized the problem, and they flew over, but it didn't help - the Bludger seemed to recognize Harry, and no matter how many times he was knocked away, he would aim at Harry again and turn back.

If it weren't for the occasional jam or deviation from position, Harry would have been shot down.

The audience gradually realizes that something is wrong, and they start pointing fingers at the sky and discussing what is going on with Potter.

Seamus frowned and said, "Is it the Bludger that is malfunctioning?" ”

"Absolutely impossible, since the birth of Quidditch, Bludger has not been broken, it can only be maliciously manipulated!" Ron muttered to himself, his face as dead as death as he held a borrowed binocular.

"Is the Slytherin guy manipulating?"

"Don't be embarrassed, how can they have the ability to interfere with Bludger?"

The two Gryffindor seniors sitting next to them were also discussing the possibility of Bludger being spelled.

Hermione, hearing this, slapped her face sharply, then snatched the telescope from Ron's hand. Instead of looking up to observe Harry's condition, she used her binoculars to look at the crowd in the stands opposite.

Soon, she found the suspect.

She tapped Love on the shoulder, slipped the binoculars into his hand, and motioned for him to look over the Slytherin stands.

"Look at Snape! He's chanting a curse on the Bludgers in the sky! ”

Love held up his binoculars, but his angle was a little off, and it wasn't Snape who caught his eye but Quirrell with a turban wrapped around him.

His lips were buzzing, and his eyes were fixed on the sky.

Love deflects the telescope to one side, and Snape appears in the camera, barely indistinguishable from Quirrell's.

"It's not just Snape, Professor Quirrell is doing the trick too." Love motioned for Hermione to glance at Quirrell.

"One of them wants to harm Harry, and the other wants to save Harry." Hermione quickly came to the conclusion that Snape must want to persecute Harry, and everyone could see how bad his attitude towards Harry had before.

Is that so? Love is cautious.

"I have to stop him." Hermione didn't hesitate, she stood up and sprinted towards the Slytherin stands.

Love immediately followed.

He believed that Hermione would succeed, but he had to prepare for both—if Snape was the one protecting Harry, Hermione would be self-defeating, and the best thing to do was to interrupt both of them at the same time.

He pushed his way through the crowd and squeezed right above Professor Quirrell. Condescendingly, he saw Hermione sneak up behind Snape and magically create a string of flames that ignited Snape's robes, and Love didn't hesitate anymore, he threw the barbecue fire jar out like garbage.

At this time, Harry's encounter attracted the attention of all the students in the audience, and no one really noticed the small movements of Love and Hermione, and the two of them completed a wave of operations without realizing it.

The jar landed "just right" on Professor Quirrell's turban, and the flames spread along the grease, because there were so many impurities in the oil, that the flames crackled and burst at the same time, and some hot oil spots kept bursting.

Professor Quirrell panicked, patting his turban vigorously as he tried to extinguish the fire, he no longer had the energy to pay attention to the heavenly affairs.

Coincidentally, Snape's robe burned. However, he looked up at the sky as if nothing was happening, and it was only when he was sure that Bludger was back to normal that he hurriedly drew his wand and extinguished the flames on his robes.

"Get out!" Fred struck hard and whipped the Bludger into the distance, not letting his guard down because he knew the ball would be- Huh?

Bludger, which had been chasing Harry just a moment ago, suddenly returned to normal and flew towards a Slytherin player, slamming it into his unsuspecting shoulder.

The race is back on track!

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I'll see you tomorrow at 12 noon!