Chapter 31 Quidditch

"It seems like no one is talking about trolls anymore!" Ron complained, as if he was being left out.

"It's been a few days. Isn't it normal that the rumors have died down?" Wright looked relieved and continued to eat the sausage with the fork in his hand.

"It's mainly because the Quidditch trials are about to start and all attention is drawn to it," Harry continued.

"By the way, did you notice? Snape was limping, as if he was injured." Ron seemed to have thought of something and asked mysteriously.

"What does his injury have to do with us?" Harry said with disgust.

"He's injured. He must have been bitten by the three-headed dog that was startled by Quirrell when he went to check the Philosopher's Stone." Wright thought to himself.

"That's right, never mind him. Do you want to go watch the Quidditch tryouts today?" Ron asked the two while chewing on a chicken leg.

"I won't go, you guys go." Wright finished eating quickly, said hello and left the table.

The Room of Requirement is transformed into a magic training ground.

"Shattered into pieces." The magic brushed past the flying disc in the air.

"No, the accuracy of the moving target needs to be improved." Wright gasped as he looked at the target that was constantly being smashed.

"It's a pity that I don't dare to practice the Fiery Curse easily. It is a powerful dark magic that can destroy Voldemort's Horcruxes!" Wright stopped practicing and sighed regretfully.

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Time flies, and it is November. Winter is coming to the UK, and the weather is getting colder.

The Hogwarts House Cup is about to begin, and Wright, Harry, Ron, and Hermione are on their way to the hall.

"The Quidditch match is about to begin. Harry, do you have confidence? Gryffindor depends on you." Ron encouraged Harry as they walked.

"Still a little nervous." Harry forced a smile.

As Gryffindor's Seeker and one of the core members of the team, Harry was not as relaxed as he said, but was extremely nervous.

"I found a book for you called 'Quidditch Hooligans', it might help you." Hermione said as she handed the book to Harry.

"Really? I wonder what's in the book?" Harry asked with a forced smile.

"There are seven hundred violations in Quidditch listed here, so you have to be careful. You can also..." Hermione didn't continue, but Harry understood what she meant.

"Okay, I will." Harry forced a smile.

"It's okay, Harry, you have to know! You are the strongest seeker, you are the trump card, and only you can lead Gryffindor to victory." Knowing that Harry will lead Gryffindor to victory in the future, Wright encouraged him with confidence.

While Light was brainwashing Harry, the group unknowingly arrived at the auditorium.

When Wright and others were about to start lunch, they heard Malfoy from Slytherin mocking Gryffindor for being defeated for several consecutive years.

Ron didn't take it seriously at first, but he got angrier and angrier as he listened. Harry and Hermione finally managed to stop Ron from running over and causing trouble.

As if noticing Harry's arrival in the Great Hall, Malfoy changed the subject and said that Gryffindor thought they could change the situation by just finding a newbie.

Listening to Malfoy's nonsense, not only Ron couldn't help but be angry. The wizards of Gryffindor couldn't help but slammed the table and stood up.

Slytherin also stood up, and the two houses confronted each other.

"Sit down, everyone. What do you want to do?" Snape's cold voice suppressed a possible fight between the two houses.

Amid everyone's anticipation, the Quidditch match arrived as scheduled.

The gate of the stadium opened, and the players from the two academies flew out on brooms, and the audience in the stadium immediately cheered.

Ron and Neville were holding up a huge, tattered banner that was enchanted and flashing "Potter Will Win" in the air.

Wright, who was pulled over to watch the game, looked helpless as the game was about to begin.

Wright looked at a group of people flying in the sky and said that it was difficult for him to like a game like Quidditch.

And they were flying so fast, did everyone in the wizarding world have the same vision as a pilot? They could see it clearly.

Listening to the exaggerated commentary of commentator Jordan, Wright looked at the players flying around on the court with a complicated expression. It was not as intense as the commentary said.

Wright's eyes followed the players and he inadvertently saw Coach Si, who was also in the audience with empty eyes and a stiff expression.

Wright raised his right hand and poked Hermione with his hand: "Hermione, pay more attention to Harry's condition and the surrounding situation. I have a bad feeling."

"What do you mean?" Hermione looked at Wright with a puzzled look.

"It's okay, just a little..." Before Wright could finish his words, exclamations were heard around them, and Wright and Hermione looked up.

Harry kept flipping in the air, twisting and turning unnaturally, and the broom he was riding was like an untamed horse, trying to throw him off.

"How could it be? Someone must be casting a spell." Hermione stood up suddenly, first looked at Wright in confusion, and then seemed to know something.

He glanced towards the audience, then hurried over as if he had found something.

Light watched Hermione leave, his eyes following her.

Then I saw Hermione running all the way and knocked over Quirrell who was chanting a spell. It seemed that she hit the back of her head when she fell.

Then he crouched quietly near the teacher, set his black robe on fire and then sneaked away.

"No wonder you took the blame. It's such a coincidence. If I didn't know what happened next, I would think you are not a good person just based on this!" Wright retracted his gaze and looked back at the court.

After Harry's broom stabilized, he suddenly dived towards the ground, finally stopped abruptly, and took out the Golden Snitch from his mouth.

"Voldemort has always been suspicious of me. If I show up again, he will probably attack me! I am still too weak." Wright thought to himself as he listened to the audience's cheers.

After the game, Wright and Hermione took Ron and found Harry who was about to celebrate with the team.

The four of them quietly hid in an abandoned classroom, sitting around a fire. The crimson flames dispelled the chill around them.

"It must have been Snape who did it! He's a Death Eater." After listening to Hermione's account of the whole story, Ron spoke first.

"I think so too. When Harry's broom was out of control, Snape was casting a spell. After I burned his clothes, Harry's broom was restored." Hermione also thought that Snape was not a good person.

"What do you think, Light? It was you who reminded me that something would go wrong with Harry." Hermione said and looked at Light, and Harry and Ron also looked over.

"I don't think it's Snape's business because there's no need. With Snape's methods, there's no need to do this. He could just take a bottle of potion and feed it to Harry." Wright explained.