Dracula frowned and stared at Quirrell, who showed no signs of abnormality.

He couldn't figure it out. Based on Quirrell's previous performance, it was almost certain that he was under Voldemort's control. But the person who wanted to kill Harry in the Quidditch match was not Quirrell.

Could it be that the Dark Lord, whose name must not be mentioned, is still capable of controlling more than one wizard to sneak into Hogwarts Castle even if he is weak to a certain extent?

Dracula quickly scanned the entire Quidditch pitch and soon discovered another person who was behaving strangely——

Head of Slytherin House, Severus Snape!

At this time, Snape was standing in the middle of one of the stands, his eyes fixed on Harry, and he muttered something silently.

But Dracula could see that Snape was obviously not the one who put the curse on Harry's broom.

Although his eyes were full of disgust for Harry, there was also anxiety and worry that couldn't be resolved on his face, which was extremely complicated.

"It's really interesting. Snape is actually reciting a counter-curse to save his most hated student." Dracula raised his lips.

Seeing that Snape's counter-curse was quite effective and would not let Harry fall for a while, Dracula began to observe Snape with great interest, admiring his complex expression of disgust and worry. .

Although Dracula could see Snape's purpose, other young wizards did not have his vision.

Harry's good friend Hermione was very alert and quickly noticed Snape's mumbling movements and determined that he was the bad guy who was casting a curse on Harry.

So she made a decisive decision and ran down the stand, running quickly towards the stand opposite where Snape was.

Hermione struggled through the crowd and arrived at the stand where Snape was. She walked quickly along the row of seats behind him, and even accidentally bumped into the back of Mr. Quirrell, who was watching the fun. He fell forward into the front seat.

"Why...are you in such a hurry, Miss Granger?" Quirrell turned around and asked stammeringly.

"I'm sorry, Teacher Quirrell, but I really don't have time to explain now!"

After a casual apology, Hermione's steps did not stop at all, and she went through all the hardships to reach Snape's side.

While all the attention of the people around her was focused on Harry fighting with the broom, she squatted down, took out her wand, and whispered a few spells that she had learned by herself in her spare time.

Then bright blue flames burst out of her wand and struck the hem of Snape's robes.

Hermione thought this was the most appropriate spell in the current situation.

These blue bellflower flames are not as dangerous as real fire. They can be touched and penetrated without causing burns, but they can burn materials such as clothing and plants. Because of this, this flame will not If it causes harm to innocent students, it can be recycled at any time and is not easily discovered by Snape.

After about thirty seconds, Snape, who was concentrating on chanting the spell, realized that his body was on fire and had to look away from Harry for a moment.

At the same time, Hermione quickly gathered the bluebell flame away from him, put it into her pocket, and hurried back along the row of seats - she was sure that Snape would never know what happened.

But at the exact moment when Snape looked back, the counter-curse that had been maintaining its effect stopped. The brand-new Nimbus 2000 completely lost control and suddenly threw Harry off the broom!

The entire audience stood up and looked at Harry in shock as he fell rapidly.

Hermione was even more surprised and covered her mouth. She looked at Snape in front of her and found a panicked expression on his face - this expression had never appeared on Snape's face.

!

Snape panicked and took out his wand from his sleeve, trying to use the slowing spell to save Harry. On the other side, Professor McGonagall also stretched out the wand in time and recited the slowing spell——

"Shock-absorbing and speed-stopping (arresto momentum)."

The next moment, both professors were shocked.

Their slowing spell has failed!

With the spellcasting skills of the two professors Snape and McGonagall, they had not encountered spell failure for many years. Now in the emergency situation when Harry was about to fall, the two people's slowing spell suddenly lost its effect. This young pair

It is undoubtedly a life and death test for the savior!

Harry, danger!

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On the other side, the Gryffindor beaters, the Weasley twins, have been trying to save Harry.

As early as when Harry's broom started to move, the two tried to pull Harry onto one of their brooms, but failed - whenever they got close to him, the broomstick would instantly jump higher.

After the operation failed, they no longer cared about winning or losing the Quidditch match or the bet with Slytherin, and flew towards the conspicuous big black umbrella in the stands like crazy.

"Professor, can you save Harry? I know you can!"

"Yes, you are Harry's most admired professor. Don't let him down, Professor!"

The two flew to the stand where Dracula was and shouted anxiously.

Cedric under the umbrella also looked at him expectantly.

"Why, do you think I'm the kind of person who refuses to save anyone?" Dracula chuckled.

Seeing the smile on his face, the three little wizards subconsciously breathed a sigh of relief.

Looking at Harry who was still falling rapidly, Dracula looked at Professor McGonagall and Snape with some surprise as the spell had expired, and stretched out his hand and snapped his fingers.

Then, a large bat of the same type as the bat that captured Cedric fluttered out from under the umbrella, and flew below Harry in a few flashes.

The big bat easily caught Harry's falling body, smoothly drew downward in an arc, and placed Harry on the soft Quidditch pitch lawn.

In the sky, Ms. Huo Qi also rode her broom and picked up Harry's Nimbus 2000 before it fell to the ground.

She dropped it on the ground and was about to take it back for a comprehensive inspection.

"Are you okay, Harry?" Ms. Huo Qi looked at Harry who was covering his mouth as if he was about to vomit, and said with a worried look, "Oh, poor kid, this is the first time he has encountered such a thing.

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"Don't worry, kid, those shots from the Slytherin team that take advantage of your broomstick won't count. You can compete again next time."

With that said, Ms. Huo Qi pointed the wand at her throat, spreading the referee's voice throughout the audience——

"I announce that today's competition will be..."

"Wait, Ms. Huo Qi!"

Harry finally spat out what was in his mouth, interrupting Ms. Hooch's sentencing in time.

"I caught the snitch!" he shouted, raising the ball high above his head and waving it.

The game ended with Gryffindor's cheers and Slytherin's protests. After the referee's approval, Gryffindor won the final victory!

…

In the chaos, in a corner where no one saw, a young wizard with black hair, a handsome and sinister face quietly left the Quidditch pitch.

There is a blank diary in his hand, and the two words written in ink gradually disappear——

"Finite incantatem."

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Chapter completed!