When Harley fell from the broomstick, the audience burst into exclamations, and many people stood up directly.

Professors Snape and McGonagall drew their wands almost at the same time, and the two slowing spells were released without hesitation.

However, the spells of both were blocked by the large black cocoon released by Harley, and it didn't seem to be working.

Fortunately, the black cocoon itself had a slowing and shock-proof effect, and it fell smoothly to the ground.

Subsequently, the cocoon quickly disappears. At this time, the two deans finally saw that the material of the black cocoon was Hallie's hair.

At the same time, Harley raised her hand high, where a golden snitch was constantly struggling.

There was a burst of cheers on the field, and almost everyone thought that Harley had chosen to jump off the broomstick in order to catch the Golden Snitch without any suspense.

After all, the Slytherin Seekers were also around Harley at the time, and if Harley had accelerated directly, it would have caught his attention.

At this close range, Harry's petite body can't compete with the Slytherin heavy tank, so there's a good chance that he'll miss out on the Golden Snitch.

So people automatically made up their brains, and Harley chose to jump off the broom to catch the Golden Snitch in order to win 100% of the Gryffindor.

As a result, the Gryffindors are even crazier. The three chasers of the Gryffindor Quidditch team rushed over and gave Harley a hard hug.

The rest of the team and the spectators in the audience gathered around to celebrate Harley's first victory.

Only Professors Snape and McGonagall don't look particularly good.

As the only two deans and magic masters on the surface, they could all see that at that moment, Harley's broom was inflicted with black magic, so Harley chose to jump directly.

With a flick of his wand, Professor Snape saw an invisible rope appear, pulling Harry's broomstick out of mid-air.

He and Professor McGonagall looked at each other, but Professor McGonagall didn't ask for the broomstick again.

After all, due to some past experience, Professor Snape's knowledge of the dark arts is far superior to that of Professor McGonagall, and he is more suitable for the examination of the dark arts.

And Professor Snape was very nice to Harley, and couldn't possibly do anything with the broom or be passive.

After the match, Hallie returned to the common room with the Gryffindor team celebrating their first victory, but she quickly returned to her dorm room under the pretext that she was too tired.

Hermione was concerned about catching up, but was rejected by Harley on the pretext that she wanted to lie alone and quietly for a while.

When she returned to her bedroom, Harley didn't immediately lie down on the bed, but locked the door of her room and took out a large number of small bottles and other props from the box.

The bottle was filled with dark ointments and potions, full of spirituality and magic.

Harley quickly bit her index finger, squeezed out a lot of spiritual blood, and placed it in a pure black bowl.

After erasing her occult connection to blood by adding violet juice and other essential oils, Harley added various hydrosols to it, quickly drawing symbols with the mixture.

After all of this, a twinkle appeared in Hallie's eyes.

"It's not over yet." Harley muttered to herself, then pulled out a small box.

After removing the layers of ritual magic on the box, a mad will emerges.

Harley looked at the box cautiously, then soaked the entire box in the remaining liquid in the bowl.

"Connect!"

Harley spat out a Giant-language word. Suddenly, the crazy aura on the box surged rapidly, and the bright red light flickered.

Harley felt that her spirituality was being consumed frantically, and when her spirituality was consumed more than 1/3, she decisively terminated the ritual and resealed the small box.

"He should be in pain, after bearing so much crazy will, the fragile soul should be directly hit hard." A sneer tugged at the corners of Hallie's mouth.

Upon noticing that someone had indirectly endangered herself by cursing her broom with black magic, Harley immediately marked the person in the opposite direction with her blood and launched a curse attack on the soul.

Harley had only wanted to warn her, after all, in public, the attacker must not have dared to go too far.

As long as he can't fight back in a short period of time, Harley can calmly erase the connection between the two, so that the unknown attacker does not fight back through Harry's attack.

But what Harley didn't expect was that the attacker's soul was so fragile that his counterattack was not met with the slightest decent resistance!

So after returning, Harley immediately chose to attack the opponent directly through the soul, trying to inflict another heavy blow on the opponent.

However, considering that it had been some time since his last attack, the attacker might have been prepared.

So instead of attacking directly, Harley used the soul fragment that carried the crazy will that she generated when she broke through the demigods.

Harley had already used blood once in her counterattack, and that blood was still in the occult.

So this time Harry unleashed the blood again and erased its occult connection to the body, and then let the blood channel the madness carried on the soul in the box to attack the attacker.

"The crazy whispers when I sent you and my demigods, although the connection time is very short, but the power is not too weak.

I hope that fragile soul doesn't go straight crazy. Harley thought as she happily cleaned up the traces of the ritual.

……

In the Defence Against the Dark Arts Professor's office, Professor Quirrell was frantically drinking bottles of potions.

His signature scarf, which encompassed almost his entire head, had been removed and thrown on the bed.

And on the back of Professor Quirrell's head, which should have been full of thick hair, there was a face, a snake face.

The face was hideous and terrifying, white without the slightest blood, in stark contrast to the blood-red serpentine pupils.

The most impressive thing about this face is that he has no nose, only two elongated nostrils like snakes.

At this time, the face was roaring wildly: "You're an idiot!" Rubbish! Muggles! Squib!

You don't do a single thing that needs to be done by you!

Breaking into Gringotts was just a trip in vain, and I didn't see the shadow of the Philosopher's Stone, and I wasted so much of my strength!

You still haven't figured out all the levels, and you can't even beat a dog!

Now if you attack a first-year witch, you can fail, and you will be eaten by magic!

I've never seen such an incompetent Death Eater! ”

Professor Quirrell listened to Voldemort's curses as he drank the potion quickly, not daring to return the swear, or even to flash disrespectful thoughts in his brain.

After all, now that Voldemort was monitoring Quirrell's brain, any disrespectful thoughts could be detected.

After a frenzied mouth, Voldemort couldn't help but feel a little tired.

After all, the previous "magic backlash" hurt his soul, causing Voldemort's already fragile soul fragment to suffer even more pain.

Although Voldemort occasionally wondered why an ordinary gaze could hurt his soul when he was regurgitating.

However, he didn't think much of it, he just thought that Quirrell was too wasteful, and such a simple magic could not be used.