Hogwarts: Starting with full Unforgivable Curses

Chapter 271 Quidditch Match Begins

Time flies.

Hogwarts became lively again.

The Quidditch match is about to begin.

Game day.

The sunlight is particularly dazzling.

The weather is nice today, which seems to foreshadow good fortune.

The entire Quidditch pitch at Hogwarts was packed with people.

Harry stood beside the Gryffindor team's dugout, holding his broom, his fingers gently tracing the smooth wooden handle of the Firebolt.

The smooth lines and cool touch made his heart skip a beat.

After being relentlessly dragged to practice by Wood for so long, there absolutely cannot be any more problems this time!
at the same time.

The surrounding chatter surged like a tide.

Almost everyone's eyes were glued to the broom in his hand.

—After all, a price of several thousand Galleons is enough to make most wizards gasp.

"Hey Potter, can I borrow your new broom to take a look? I'm so glad to see you've changed your broom."

Malfoy's voice, with its usual sharp edge, squeezed out from the crowd.

Crabbe and Gore followed behind him.

After his gaze lingered on the broom in Harry's hand for a moment, he chuckled.

"Tsk tsk, what if it's all show and no substance, and you can't even catch a thief's shadow? No matter how good the broom is, it's all for nothing if the person isn't good enough!"

Harry looked up, his eyes flashing.

"At least it's better than someone riding that broken broom. Who was it that fell into a pile of pumpkins during practice? Did they still have a bad head injury from being kicked in the Magical Creatures class?"

He remembers it perfectly clearly.

Some time ago, Slytherin was training.

After resuming training, Malfoy wanted to show off his skills and attract attention.

He almost fell off the broom at the end, and was only able to stay upright thanks to Crabbe's magic.

"What did you say?!" Malfoy was so angry that his face turned pale, but he couldn't think of any rebuttal.

—Harry's Quidditch record speaks for itself; he has never beaten his opponent.

"My broom is brand new! You think it's about to fall apart? Are you crazy?!"

Harry rolled his eyes, mimicking the look Dylan sometimes gave Ron.

"So it wasn't the broom that was faulty. Well, then there's nothing we can do. If the person is incompetent, even the best broom is useless!"

Malfoy's face turned pale and then blue, and finally, unable to utter a sound, he could only snort angrily and turn around to squeeze into the Slytherin stands with his henchmen.

On the other side, on the stone steps leading to the mixed Gryffindor and Hufflepuff grandstand.

Dylan and Cedric were walking uphill side by side.

Cedric's gaze was still fixed on Harry's firebolt, and he couldn't help but say another word.

"The balance of that broom looks different. When I looked at it from a distance, it was still on the ground and not even the wind could move it. It is definitely a good thing."

Dylan responded casually, but his gaze swept past the crowd and landed on the Ravenclaw team's dugout.

There, Qiu Zhang was adjusting his batting gloves, with a thin bandage wrapped around his wrist.

According to Cedric, the injury was caused by an out-of-control ball hitting the opponent during training last week, and the bandage was reportedly removed yesterday.

“Speaking of which,” Dylan stopped, leaning on the stone railing and glancing down, “Is Cho’s injury really okay? I heard she almost dropped her broom during practice yesterday. Has Ravenclaw not considered getting a different Seeker?”

Cedric paused, turning to look at Dylan with a hint of wariness in his eyes: "She specifically tried it this morning and said she's completely healed."

He paused, his brow furrowing slightly, and looked at Dylan suspiciously: "Why are you asking this? You seem very concerned about Qiu—and why do you call her so affectionately? Are you two very close?"

"You're crazy." Dylan rolled his eyes.

It was clearly this guy who kept bringing up Qiu Zhang's matter to him every now and then.

Ever since Cedric heard Cho Chang say that all those great dating ideas were from Dylan, she thought she was dating Dylan, not him.

Cedric suddenly became more wary of Dylan.

In response, Dylan could only serve up a delicious slap.

—Even if it doesn't hit the face, it can at least slap the head.

Dylan pulled a bunch of grapes from his pocket; the purplish-red skins were still glistening with water droplets.

"Actually, you might as well let Cho rest. Even if Ravenclaw had a few more batters, Gryffindor would definitely win this game anyway."

"How can you be so sure?" Cedric pressed, incredulous. "You couldn't have figured it out yourself, could you?"

Dylan didn't answer, but simply popped a grape into his mouth, bit into the skin, and the sweet juice burst out.

He mumbled, "Just wait and see."

Seeing his confident expression, Cedric couldn't help but feel a little worried for Qiu.

Since this guy said that, it must be that the other party used divination to predict the future again!
This guy.
People who can do fortune telling are way too supermodel-like.
Cedric was initially looking forward to seeing his girlfriend dominate the game and win.

But at this moment, he put aside his thoughts and began to silently ponder how to comfort Qiu later.

—Should we first praise her for flying very steadily today, or say that Harry's broom really had a huge advantage?

Soon, both teams' players stood in the center of the field.

The red Gryffindor uniforms and the blue Ravenclaw uniforms stood out vividly in the sunlight.

When the captains shook hands, Oliver Wood gripped the Ravenclaw captain's fingers so tightly he almost crushed them.

Harry and Cho Chang exchanged a glance and nodded to each other.

—They are both rivals and acquaintances; there's no need to act like their captain did, creating such a tense atmosphere.

At this time.

“Beep!!!!”

Lady Hooch's silver whistle drew a sharp arc in the air.

Almost simultaneously, all the brooms left the ground and shot into the sky with a "whoosh".

Harry clamped the broom handle of the Firebolt between his legs.

He shot off like an arrow.

He instantly left the other team members behind.

He could even feel the wind whistling past his ears, almost twice as fast as usual!
He tilted his body slightly, and the broom nimbly turned a corner.

However, it wasn't much more agile than the broom Dylan gave him; the only difference was the increased speed.

Harry squinted, his gaze sweeping across every corner of the stadium.

Whether it's the shadow of the stands or the top of the goalposts.

Even the gaps in the clouds might conceal the shadow of the Golden Snitch.

He needs to be much more careful!

"Ladies and gentlemen, the match has begun!"

In the commentary booth in the stands, Lee Jordan's voice resounded throughout the stadium through a magical megaphone.

"First and foremost, I must mention that the biggest highlight today is definitely the Firebolt under Harry Potter's feet! This broom is the first choice for national teams in this year's World Cup, and it's said to be able to reach speeds of..."

"Jordan!"

Professor McGonagall's voice suddenly boomed from the loudspeaker, laced with obvious anger. "I hired you to commentate on a match, not to do broom commercials!"

"Yes, yes, I understand, Professor."

Lee Jordan's voice immediately became much more serious, but he still couldn't help but add a sentence.

"Let's check the players' status first—Gryffindor's Katie Bell has the Quaffle, and she's flying it towards the opponent's goal! Ravenclaw's two Chaser players are trying to intercept it..."

Cedric, who was in the stands, was laughing so hard that he couldn't help but say to Dylan, "Only Fred and George can get along with him. Even the Academy's commentators are so unpredictable."

Dylan was tossing a seeded grape up into the air and catching it with his mouth.

Upon hearing this, he gave a vague reply and casually handed the bunch of grapes to Cedric.

He had treated these grapes that morning using his modified "seed-removing spell".

The peel was intact, but not a single seed remained inside.

—This spell was originally a modified version of the wrong spell Lockhart used to break Harry's arm bone.

He now uses it on all kinds of fruits, and the effect is ridiculously good. It's simply a blessing for lazy people!

Moreover, it wouldn't be difficult to sort out and stabilize the wrong spells Lockhart had previously cast.

Dylan didn't even worry that the main credit for improving the spell went to Ravenclaw.

He essentially picked the peaches fresh.

A few days ago, he even used this spell to create boneless chicken feet, which surprised Luna for quite a while.

Speaking of which, Luna surprisingly loves his boneless chicken feet.

So Dylan simply made all sorts of flavors and had Luna take most of them back to eat slowly.

Cedric pinched a few grape stems, plucked a few, and put them in his mouth, chewing slowly.

When his gaze returned to the court, his brows furrowed again.

Cho Chang was sticking close behind Harry, and although her broom was noticeably slower, she always managed to keep up whenever Harry tried to speed up and widen the gap.

Clearly, she knew very well that once she was outmaneuvered by the fire bolts, she would never have another chance to find the thief.

Cedric couldn't help but sigh.

Despite putting in so much effort, the final result is likely to be disappointing.

I wonder how he'll comfort his girlfriend after the game.

However, as the game progressed...

Cedric, however, felt a glimmer of hope.

Because the match had been going on for half an hour.

The score remained very close between the two sides.

If things continue like this, it will almost be a race to see who can find the Golden Snitch.

Although Dylan made the prediction, what if it was his girlfriend who got the Golden Snitch?

At this point, Gryffindor scored three goals, but Ravenclaw responded by scoring two points back.

Just as Katie Bell was about to throw her fourth ball.

The Ravenclaw batter suddenly swung his bat.

A ball, accompanied by a whistling sound, hurtled straight toward Harry!

Harry was looking down at a patch of grass on the ground.

—Something golden seemed to flash there, catching his attention.

It was about to dive down.

Out of the corner of his eye, he caught a glimpse of the roaming ball rushing towards him at breakneck speed.

He paused, then suddenly pulled the broom handle, sending the fire bolt soaring into the air.

The ball grazed the sole of his boot and crashed into the distant stands, sending gasps of surprise through the crowd.

"Damn it! How could they be so disrespectful to Wood!"

George's roar echoed from the court.

The next second, he swung his bat and hit another stray ball.

The ball shot towards the Ravenclaw batter who had just launched a sneak attack, just like a cannonball.

The other party clearly did not expect the counterattack to come so quickly. In a panic, they did a somersault on the broom to barely dodge it, and almost fell off the broom in the end.

next moment.

With a flick of her wrist, Katie Bell sent the Quaffle flying precisely through the Ravenclaw goal ring with a crisp clang.

Lee Jordan slammed his hand on the table in the commentary booth, making the magical megaphone in front of him vibrate loudly.

His voice was filled with barely suppressed excitement, igniting the entire Gryffindor stands like a spark.

"Score! Gryffindor scores another ten! The score is now 80-0 – look at that gap, Ravenclaw's goalkeeper must be getting tired!"

His gaze shifted and then landed on Harry's Firebolt, his admiration almost overflowing.

"Look at Potter! He's circling low, definitely testing the limits of the Firebolt! That sharp turn just now, the arc was less than half a foot off, Qiu Zhang's Comet 260 couldn't keep up at all, like an old horse chasing the wind—"

"Jordan!"

Professor McGonagall's voice exploded from the loudspeaker like a block of ice thrown into boiling oil, carrying an undeniable authority.

"Did you take Galleons from the Firebolt manufacturer? If you dare deviate from the commentary even once more, get off the commentary booth!"

Lee Jordan shut his mouth in annoyance, but after a couple of seconds he couldn't help but mutter something again.

"I'm just telling the truth..."

Although the words were spoken softly, they were still transmitted through magic to the stands, causing the Gryffindor students to burst into laughter.

Perhaps the laughter provoked the Ravenclaw team, or perhaps the 80-0 scoreline was simply too glaring.

Their ball chasers seemed to have been suddenly injected with new energy.

Captain Roger Davis led the charge, breaking through Gryffindor's defense with his Quaffle.

Next up were Chambers and Avery.

Within just ten minutes, three Quaffles flew through Gryffindor's goal ring in succession.

Lee Jordan's commentary finally got back on track, though his voice sounded a bit more tense.

Ravenclaw has scored three consecutive goals! The score is now 80 to 30, and Gryffindor is only leading by 50 points!

Harry hovered high in the sky, his fingers unconsciously stroking the wooden handle of the fire bolt.

The flint of the crossbow bolt gleamed with a deep brown sheen in the sunlight, every grain of wood seemingly born for speed.

His gaze swept across every corner of the stadium.

Just then, out of the corner of his eye, he caught a glimpse of a golden light flashing behind the Ravenclaw batter.

The light was extremely faint, like a grain of gold dust melted by the sun, but it could not escape his eyes, which had been trained under Wood's devilish tutelage.

Harry immediately pressed down on the broom handle, and the fire bolt, as if guided by an invisible hand, instantly swooped down towards the direction of the golden light.

But just as he was a few feet away from that golden light...

Cho Chang, riding her Comet 260, suddenly darted sideways, her broom barely managing to block Harry and the Golden Snitch.

Her blue team uniform clung to her body in the wind, and with a flick of her wrist, the edge of the bandage was faintly visible in the sunlight.

It seems that the sudden turn just now aggravated an old injury.

(End of this chapter)