Chapter 31 031. Professor Flitwick's conclusion
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Po Sui Tai Di
Chapter 31 031. Professor Flitwick's conclusion
"what happened!"
The sudden changes on the court made the players who were flying in the air a little confused.
"Quick! Everyone! Disperse!"
Captain Bruce was the first to react, shouting loudly, telling the players to avoid the smoky broomstick.
Fortunately, there were fairly well-trained Quidditch players on the field at the moment. They reacted to the captain's shout and immediately accelerated to fly away from the broom.
At this moment, Scott, who was standing in the stands, was sinking like water.
Roger's broom was still running around in the air, closely following Chambers in the second year, making him unable to get rid of it for a while.
The black smoke from the broom got thicker and thicker, and there were even a few sparks.
"Merlin!"
Chambers screamed in panic.
"Don't panic!"
Captain and batsman Bruce stepped forward and sped up to Chambers, trying to hit the broom with his bat.
"Scott!"
Roger, who had already landed on the grass, raised his head and shouted.
Scott chanted the incantation, waved his wand vigorously, and pointed at a wooden bench in the front row of the stands.
An eagle chirping sounded, and the wooden bench instantly transformed into a giant eagle and flew up, passing through the air like lightning, and reached Chambers and Bruce in a blink of an eye.
The sharp eagle claws accurately grasped the out-of-control broom, and the giant eagle flapped its wings and flew high into the sky with the broom.
"Well done! Scott!"
Roger jumped up and shouted excitedly.
"Good job!"
Bruce also raised his fist high.
"awesome!"
The players are getting ready to applaud... Boom!
With a loud bang, in the horrified sight of everyone, the broom exploded violently, and the eagle that Scott had conjured with polymorphism was also blown to pieces.
Transfiguration was immediately useless.The eagle turned into countless sawdust and fell from the sky along with the shards of the broom.
"Merlin's beard!"
Roger stared at this scene dumbfounded, cold sweat oozing out of his forehead.
"Damn! Who is it!" Bruce was also completely angry, "This is murder! This is a murder against our players!"
Others also realized the seriousness of the incident at this moment, and they all fell to the ground on their brooms.
Scott also ran down the stands with Milton.
"Why...why does this happen!" Milton ran out of breath, his eyes were red, and he was still afraid, "Also... Fortunately, you are here, Scott, fortunately you are here... …”
"Scott!"
Roger rushed over and gave Scott a hug.He was rarely incoherent.
"Oh! I don't know...how can I thank you, my brother! You saved my life!"
"And me and Chambers!"
Bruce came over and patted Scott hard on the back.
"Thank you." Chambers also thanked him with a pale face.
"No thanks." Scott patted Roger on the shoulder twice, then pushed him away.
He strode forward and picked up a scrap of broomstick from the ground.
"I think someone should inform our dean now." He calmly suggested to everyone, "The rest can collect these fragments first and hand them over to Professor Flitwick for inspection."
"Yes! That's right! We must find out that bastard who is working in the dark!"
Bruce responded first.
"Qiu! Go! Go and tell Professor Flitwick what happened here!" he said to Qiu Zhang, "Go on a broom, don't worry about getting points!"
"no problem!"
Qiu Zhang smiled reluctantly, got on his broom and flew towards the castle.
"Now, let's collect as many broom fragments as we can!" Bruce told the others, "Remember not to use magic! So as not to affect the professor's judgment!"
Everyone responded, and they all actively lay on the grass to look for it.
"What do you think?"
Roger crouched next to Scott and asked him softly.
"Have you calmed down yet?" Scott was still picking up the broom shards with his head down. "After calming down, do you think this matter itself is not as serious as Bruce said?"
Roger said affirmatively: "Yes, now that I think about it, it took more than ten seconds from the black smoke from the broom to the explosion. In this way, the black smoke seems to be a reminder."
Scott said, "The guy who committed the crime is a bit of a sense, and he probably doesn't want to be locked up in Azkaban yet."
"He?" Roger froze for a moment. "You seem to know something, Scott."
"I don't have proof right now." Scott smiled, "but I'm sure the proof will be found soon."
"Okay." Roger sighed, "I trust you."
"Are you all okay!"
Professor Flitwick screamed.
Qiu Zhang took him down from the sky on a broom.
"professor!"
"professor……"
The students immediately gathered around to talk about it.
"Okay!" Professor Flitwick waved. "Everything quiet! Davis! Trollope! You two come first!"
"Good professor."
Scott and Roger got up together and walked over to Professor Flitwick.
"Professor, this is a fragment of Roger's broom."
Scott handed him a few larger pieces of broom wrapped in a handkerchief.
"You're doing well, Scott!" Professor Flitwick reached out and took the shards of the handkerchief, "You accurately sensed the problem with the broom, and used your excellent spells and transfiguration to resolve the problem. This crisis!"
He waved fiercely.
"I'll give Ravenclaw fifty points for that!"
"Good job!"
Everyone else started cheering and applauding Scott.
"Very good." When the applause stopped, Professor Flitwick began to examine the broom fragments that everyone had collected.
He took out his wand and cast several different colored spells on the shards.
"It's very difficult," he said almost to himself. "After all, the broom has been blown to pieces, and it's difficult to detect what has been done to it."
Despite what he said, Scott and the others watched his actions carefully, waiting unquestioningly for his conclusion.
"Let me think."
Professor Flitwick thought for a while, then used several obscure spells one after another.
Scott carefully identified the incantation he was chanting, then made sure he hadn't even heard it.
"Very good, that's it!"
Professor Flitwick gave a cry.
Scott could sense that the magic power remaining on the pile of debris began to change.
"It's not caused by a spell, it's not any kind of black magic spell." Professor Flitwick squinted and identified carefully, "If I'm not mistaken, someone used a magic item with a powerful curse to The broom moved a bit."
(End of this chapter)
"what happened!"
The sudden changes on the court made the players who were flying in the air a little confused.
"Quick! Everyone! Disperse!"
Captain Bruce was the first to react, shouting loudly, telling the players to avoid the smoky broomstick.
Fortunately, there were fairly well-trained Quidditch players on the field at the moment. They reacted to the captain's shout and immediately accelerated to fly away from the broom.
At this moment, Scott, who was standing in the stands, was sinking like water.
Roger's broom was still running around in the air, closely following Chambers in the second year, making him unable to get rid of it for a while.
The black smoke from the broom got thicker and thicker, and there were even a few sparks.
"Merlin!"
Chambers screamed in panic.
"Don't panic!"
Captain and batsman Bruce stepped forward and sped up to Chambers, trying to hit the broom with his bat.
"Scott!"
Roger, who had already landed on the grass, raised his head and shouted.
Scott chanted the incantation, waved his wand vigorously, and pointed at a wooden bench in the front row of the stands.
An eagle chirping sounded, and the wooden bench instantly transformed into a giant eagle and flew up, passing through the air like lightning, and reached Chambers and Bruce in a blink of an eye.
The sharp eagle claws accurately grasped the out-of-control broom, and the giant eagle flapped its wings and flew high into the sky with the broom.
"Well done! Scott!"
Roger jumped up and shouted excitedly.
"Good job!"
Bruce also raised his fist high.
"awesome!"
The players are getting ready to applaud... Boom!
With a loud bang, in the horrified sight of everyone, the broom exploded violently, and the eagle that Scott had conjured with polymorphism was also blown to pieces.
Transfiguration was immediately useless.The eagle turned into countless sawdust and fell from the sky along with the shards of the broom.
"Merlin's beard!"
Roger stared at this scene dumbfounded, cold sweat oozing out of his forehead.
"Damn! Who is it!" Bruce was also completely angry, "This is murder! This is a murder against our players!"
Others also realized the seriousness of the incident at this moment, and they all fell to the ground on their brooms.
Scott also ran down the stands with Milton.
"Why...why does this happen!" Milton ran out of breath, his eyes were red, and he was still afraid, "Also... Fortunately, you are here, Scott, fortunately you are here... …”
"Scott!"
Roger rushed over and gave Scott a hug.He was rarely incoherent.
"Oh! I don't know...how can I thank you, my brother! You saved my life!"
"And me and Chambers!"
Bruce came over and patted Scott hard on the back.
"Thank you." Chambers also thanked him with a pale face.
"No thanks." Scott patted Roger on the shoulder twice, then pushed him away.
He strode forward and picked up a scrap of broomstick from the ground.
"I think someone should inform our dean now." He calmly suggested to everyone, "The rest can collect these fragments first and hand them over to Professor Flitwick for inspection."
"Yes! That's right! We must find out that bastard who is working in the dark!"
Bruce responded first.
"Qiu! Go! Go and tell Professor Flitwick what happened here!" he said to Qiu Zhang, "Go on a broom, don't worry about getting points!"
"no problem!"
Qiu Zhang smiled reluctantly, got on his broom and flew towards the castle.
"Now, let's collect as many broom fragments as we can!" Bruce told the others, "Remember not to use magic! So as not to affect the professor's judgment!"
Everyone responded, and they all actively lay on the grass to look for it.
"What do you think?"
Roger crouched next to Scott and asked him softly.
"Have you calmed down yet?" Scott was still picking up the broom shards with his head down. "After calming down, do you think this matter itself is not as serious as Bruce said?"
Roger said affirmatively: "Yes, now that I think about it, it took more than ten seconds from the black smoke from the broom to the explosion. In this way, the black smoke seems to be a reminder."
Scott said, "The guy who committed the crime is a bit of a sense, and he probably doesn't want to be locked up in Azkaban yet."
"He?" Roger froze for a moment. "You seem to know something, Scott."
"I don't have proof right now." Scott smiled, "but I'm sure the proof will be found soon."
"Okay." Roger sighed, "I trust you."
"Are you all okay!"
Professor Flitwick screamed.
Qiu Zhang took him down from the sky on a broom.
"professor!"
"professor……"
The students immediately gathered around to talk about it.
"Okay!" Professor Flitwick waved. "Everything quiet! Davis! Trollope! You two come first!"
"Good professor."
Scott and Roger got up together and walked over to Professor Flitwick.
"Professor, this is a fragment of Roger's broom."
Scott handed him a few larger pieces of broom wrapped in a handkerchief.
"You're doing well, Scott!" Professor Flitwick reached out and took the shards of the handkerchief, "You accurately sensed the problem with the broom, and used your excellent spells and transfiguration to resolve the problem. This crisis!"
He waved fiercely.
"I'll give Ravenclaw fifty points for that!"
"Good job!"
Everyone else started cheering and applauding Scott.
"Very good." When the applause stopped, Professor Flitwick began to examine the broom fragments that everyone had collected.
He took out his wand and cast several different colored spells on the shards.
"It's very difficult," he said almost to himself. "After all, the broom has been blown to pieces, and it's difficult to detect what has been done to it."
Despite what he said, Scott and the others watched his actions carefully, waiting unquestioningly for his conclusion.
"Let me think."
Professor Flitwick thought for a while, then used several obscure spells one after another.
Scott carefully identified the incantation he was chanting, then made sure he hadn't even heard it.
"Very good, that's it!"
Professor Flitwick gave a cry.
Scott could sense that the magic power remaining on the pile of debris began to change.
"It's not caused by a spell, it's not any kind of black magic spell." Professor Flitwick squinted and identified carefully, "If I'm not mistaken, someone used a magic item with a powerful curse to The broom moved a bit."
(End of this chapter)
