Chapter 53 The dust has settled
"not good!"
Mrs. Huo Qi in the stands saw a scene in the distance. Her figure suddenly disappeared from the stage. She soared into the sky on a broomstick at an astonishing speed, trying to intercept the Bludger in mid-air.
Madam Pomfrey on the side looked solemn and quickly ordered the students beside her to prepare medicine and a stretcher, which might be needed later.
Her eyes followed Mrs. Huo Qi: "Can you catch up?"
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There was a strong wind roaring in Harry's ears, and he was running away quickly. He couldn't help but look back, and saw the iron Bludger still approaching at a terrifying speed. His heartbeat accelerated for a moment, and blood rushed to his head.
The terrible death pressure and the violent wind between his mouth and nose made him gasp violently.
"Run, run, run!"
Harry's face was red and he was running frantically for his life!
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In a corner of the stand, Quirinus Quirrell was strangely burying his face under the collar of his robe. The muscles on his face were twitching, and the veins on his forehead popped out, as if he was resisting something.
"Quirinas, being timid is your biggest problem. How can you accomplish great things like that?"
The hoarse voice said softly.
"I..." Professor Quirrell's eyes were bloodshot, like a puppet on strings. The finger under his robe pointing at the black bludger in the sky moved again, and an inexplicable power was brewing in the obscure spell.
"Wingardim Leviosa..."
He smiled stiffly and weirdly, and the black bludger in the sky accelerated again in a moment, and inadvertently shifted a little, and continued to shoot towards the fleeing figure, trying to pierce his head in one fell swoop.
"Savior?" The hoarse voice sneered.
Suddenly, Professor Quirrell's strange smile faltered. He suddenly stopped the spell and turned his head. A silver needle shot through, screaming sharply in his ear, and pierced the chair behind him.
"Is this?" A hoarse voice spoke.
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Bang! !
The black Bludger instantly grazed Harry's head, knocking a deep pit into the ground, causing grass clippings and soil to fly.
Harry, who had escaped, was in shock. He flew some distance due to inertia before looking back. When he saw the deep pit on the ground, cold sweat broke out on his face. If he had been hit, his head would have sunk into his neck and he would have died instantly. It’s gone.
"It seemed that the Bludger had stalled just now?" Harry suddenly heard the scene just now and was a little surprised. He didn't know if it was an illusion.
"Are you okay Harry?" Wood, the captain of the Gryffindor team, stopped in front of Harry with a worried expression.
"It's okay." Harry breathed a deep sigh of relief.
He looked up and saw that the game had been paused and all the Quidditch players were looking at him.
Mrs. Hooch also arrived. She asked Harry if he was injured and wanted to send him to the school hospital for examination and treatment.
"No need." Harry shook his head.
He explained that he was not hit by the Bludger and that he had a near miss and hoped that the game could continue.
"No need to rest for a while?" Mrs. Ho Qi was surprised. She saw that Harry's face was red, and it was obvious that he was physically exhausted.
Harry still shook his head. He said that he was just frightened for a moment and that he still had plenty of energy.
Mrs. Huo Qi picked up the Bludger on the ground, checked it, and nodded to the host on the high platform.
The game continues.
"The speed of this Bludger is unreasonable..."
When Mrs. Huo Qi left the field, she glanced at the stands and had doubts in her heart.
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"You actually dodged right away?"
Meka Anders was surprised. The opponent actually avoided the spell with just his body reaction. It was simply inhuman.
He quietly put the wand back under his robe, and everything was silent.
"I'm afraid he will take action again."
Meka glanced nonchalantly at the stands opposite, where Professor Quirrell was still staring at Harry's figure.
"Scared me to death." Ron said from the side.
Seeing that Harry was fine, he couldn't help but wipe the cold sweat from his forehead.
"The trajectory of this Bludger is wrong." Hermione frowned.
She explained that the Bludger had shifted slightly, but she still noticed it.
She thought for a while and said, "I think someone is casting a spell on the Bludger."
"Can't you?" Ron was surprised, "Curse in front of so many people? Isn't he afraid of being seen out?"
Hermione glanced around and said, "Look, can you tell who is suspicious? There are too many people, and it is difficult to detect them hidden in the sea of people."
When Ron heard this, he looked worried: "Then if it happens again..."
"Anyway." Hermione's face didn't look good when she thought about this result.
"The only thing we can do is to observe more people at the scene. Only when we detect who is suspected can we respond."
"Wait a minute, over there?" Ron suddenly interrupted. He noticed a strange man entering the entrance of the stadium. He was a middle-aged man with long black hair.
Hermione was also stunned for a moment, she had never seen this person before.
"Who is this?" she asked.
"Ste Willis." Meka read the name of the middle-aged man with long black hair in his heart.
Then he looked behind Stella Willis. The professors hadn't come yet. It seemed like there was something else going on?
"I hope there will be something to gain from Professor Snape's side."
Meka thought to herself.
He saw Stella Willis sitting in the stands on the opposite side, talking to Mrs. Hooch and the others as usual, as if nothing had happened.
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The game continued, and the situation on the field was still lively. From time to time, someone scored a goal, which caused a lot of cheers.
"The score is 50:50! The strength of both sides is very close, and the score is very tight."
"Now let's look at the other side. Oh? The situation on the other side also seems to be urgent."
The host suddenly exclaimed. She saw Harry quickly avoiding obstacles, bypassing several people, and heading towards the Golden Snitch.
"The Bludger is also chasing fiercely. Gryffindor's Harry Potter is only an arm's length away from the Golden Snitch. His skills are so good that he can even keep up with the Golden Snitch's turn!"
"Slater's Seeker is following closely behind to stop Harry. Can Harry get his wish and catch the Golden Snitch this time? Can Slytherin's contestant Terence stop Harry?"
As the host spoke rapidly, Meka's expression suddenly condensed.
In the corner of the opposite stand, Professor Quirrell locked onto Harry's figure again, his eyes moved with it, and he made some movements under his robes.
"It's time to do it." Meka looked focused, trying to grasp every move of Professor Quirrell.
"Wait a minute." The host paused and asked in surprise: "What happened to Harry from Gryffindor?"
Harry, riding the flying broom, actually rushed towards the ground without slowing down at all, but the Golden Snitch had already leaped and cut through the sky again. Obviously, he was not chasing the Golden Snitch.
"Is he out of control?" The crowd once again focused on the figure of the first-year student.
"It seems that someone is indeed making trouble." Madam Hooch stood up again.
Meka had excellent eyesight and saw that Harry's face had changed. It seemed that the broom was out of control and crashed directly to the ground from a high altitude. At this speed, it was estimated that he would be smashed to pieces.
"Tefurimonangshleishen!" He whispered the spell.
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"Oh?" The hoarse voice laughed, and he felt the fluctuations of magic.
"Transfiguration spell again? Quirinus, you can handle it yourself, I won't ask."
"I understand." Professor Quirrell responded in a low voice, his head was still throbbing, and his face twitched from time to time.
However, he had regained control of his body, but the previous lesson was still there, so he had to obey the orders of this adult.
As he stopped casting the spell, Harry in the sky suddenly soared up again, and he regained control of the flying broom in his hand.
"Armor protection!" Professor Quirrell saw a ray of silver light flashing, and whispered.
There was only a crisp sound, which was soon drowned in the noise of the crowd. A white light flashed on his face, which was difficult to detect. A silver needle was blocked by the Armor Spell, fell silently to the ground, and turned into stones.
There was also a crack in the white light, but it was very shallow.
"Very pure Transfiguration magic." Quirrell's eyes condensed, who could be helping Harry out?
He was about to put away the Armor Spell, and his body quietly put away a layer of faint light under the cover of the sun. Suddenly, his expression changed, and another silver needle broke through the air and pierced the original crack. The invisible armor that was dissipating instantly pierced a hole!
The silver needle stopped in front of his forehead. It didn't completely penetrate the invisible armor, but he was already sweating.
"You're careless, Quirinus."
The hoarse voice said lightly, "Lions fight rabbits, and they also try their best. Focus your attention."
As soon as the voice fell, another whistle broke through the air.
"Come again?" Professor Quirrell sneered and recited the spell quickly.
The silver needle shattered in the air, and a wisp of white smoke dissipated with high temperature. He swept his eyes, but there were too many people, and he didn't find anyone suspicious for a while, so he fought for a few seconds and cast a spell on the figure in the air again.
Harry in the sky once again felt the irresistible force that prevented him from controlling the flying broom under him. His figure swayed in the sky, which was terrifying.
The audience in the field screamed in ups and downs.
"Chi Chi~" There was a crawling sound under his feet.
"This is..." Professor Quirrell looked down and saw a black shadow flash by. A colorful venomous snake with its tongue and teeth bared instantly pounced towards his eyeball. He was startled and stood up from his chair. The venomous snake dissipated into a black dot in mid-air.
"What's wrong, Professor Quirrell?" Madam Pomfrey, who was a few seats away, cast a puzzled look at him.
"No... nothing." Professor Quirrell hurriedly explained with a stammer.
When the eyes of the people around him returned to the field, his eyes were gloomy and he almost flipped over. He moved his mouth slightly and was about to recite the spell again.
"Quirinus, stop it." The hoarse voice actually stopped him.
Quirrell was startled and quickly put away the spell. He was a little confused. Didn't this person definitely kill Harry? What happened?
"A group of people came." The hoarse voice explained.
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"Sure enough, although there is a lot of progress, the gap is still obvious."
Meka pondered. He felt that once the Transfiguration Spell was discovered, it would be annihilated in an instant, and it would be difficult to cause harm to the opponent.
"But it finally delayed the time." Maeka smiled and looked at the entrance of the Quidditch stadium.
Several figures were walking slowly, one of them was a dignified black-haired old man, he stroked his long beard, talked with the professors next to him, and smiled from time to time.
Several people came to the stadium, Professor McGonagall looked at Professor Dumbledore, and Professor Dumbledore smiled and nodded.
"The game is suspended."
Professor McGonagall spoke immediately after receiving the signal, as if there was something important to announce.
The Quidditch players were suspended in the air, and Harry looked around suspiciously, as if he was looking for the person who repeatedly cursed him.
The people in the stands were immediately attracted by the strange figure of the black-haired old man.
"Who is this?" someone asked.
"It seems that Professor Snape missed the game because he went to invite someone from the Potions Guild." Meka smiled. This was probably because his letter of denunciation had worked.
He turned and saw that St. Willis, who was sitting on the opposite stand, stood up and his face changed rapidly.
Professor McGonagall introduced the black-haired old man to everyone:
"This is the Grand Master of the Potions Guild, Mr. Rowan Sandler. For some reason, he came to Hogwarts to handle important matters."
"It turned out to be the Grand Master of the Potions Guild?" Meka was stunned. He learned about the Potions Guild after becoming a potion apprentice. The Grand Master has a high status in the Potions Guild. He is only below the Guild President and is a senior executive who truly holds real power.
The black-haired old man smiled and greeted all the students and professors. Suddenly, his expression became serious and his eyes stopped on St. Willis:
"Willis, you still don't admit your mistake?"
"It seems that the dust is about to settle here." Meka in the stands smiled at the scene in front of him. Now he just needs to wait for the potions to reach Ryan's wife, and Ryan's last wish should be fulfilled.
"This..." St's face was uneasy for a moment. He stood up and said calmly: "I don't know why you said that, Grand Master? I don't understand what I did wrong."
"You really don't understand?" The black-haired old man asked with a smile.
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