A magical journey that begins at Hogwarts

"Alright! If they dare to make the first move, we'll just defend ourselves."

Wood immediately realized that it was impossible to get Draco out; when it came to cheating and fouls, the Slytherin team was miles ahead of them.

“George, go do what you’re supposed to do.”

"But here..."

"Go quickly."

"Got it." George glared at the three Slytherins opposite him, accelerated towards one end of the arena, and knocked a stray ball away.

Flint gave Derian a wink, who nodded and also flew away from where he stood.

"I really didn't expect that you Slytherins would actually have rules to follow."

"Don't misunderstand, I'm just worried that the team members below will suffer losses."

“Harry,” Wood leaned close to Harry Potter and whispered, “I’m out of options this time. It’s all up to you. Your flying ability is better than Malfoy’s. Maybe you can turn the tide.”

Harry's eyes widened slightly as he stared at him in utter astonishment, feeling incredibly frustrated.

You should at least look at the scoreboard before you say that!

One hundred and ten to twenty, no, it's one hundred and twenty now, Slytherin is leading by one hundred points.

To turn the tide, you need to find and catch the thief within five balls. Isn't that a bit too difficult?

He wouldn't have felt so much pressure in the past, but this time Slytherin's Seeker was completely unpredictable.

Malfoy didn't steal the Golden Snitch; he just stopped him from doing so. They were completely unprepared for this tactic, making it impossible for them to compete.

"I know this might be a bit difficult for you, but you're the seeker, and all we can do for you is to do our best to prevent the opponent from scoring."

"It's just fifty points. Believe in yourself, you can do it."

"Slytherin has scored again, leading by 110 points." Jordan's commentary rang out again, "You may not have noticed, but I did."

The entire Slytherin squad had been equipped with new flying brooms, Nimbus 2001, giving them a tremendous advantage against Gryffindor.

Wood and Flint didn't look too good.

The former felt that the commentators were doing it on purpose, adding unnecessary pressure to them.

The latter felt that they not only had to win this time, but they had to win spectacularly, otherwise they would be letting down the enormous advantage the other party had mentioned.

"Wood, it's forty points now," Harry said, somewhat reluctantly.

“I heard you, Harry.”

Gryffindor's situation is more dire than anticipated. Wood sighed deeply, forcing a smile that was more like a grimace. "Perhaps, all we can rely on is luck."

Harry nodded, turned his broom around, and flew off in the opposite direction.

“Malfoy,” Marcus said seriously, “I don’t care what you do, we absolutely cannot let him steal the Golden Snitch before we score four goals.”

"know."

Draco immediately chased after Harry Potter, and with the speed of Nimbus 2001, he was soon running alongside Harry.

"Why don't we rest here for a while?" Draco tempted. "The outcome of this match is already clear, so why waste your time?"

"Shut up, Malfoy," Harry said angrily, his only thought now being to send a running ball to swat this annoying pest away.

Perhaps Merlin heard his prayer, for a ten-inch-sized black iron ball flew from the front, but its target was not Malfoy.

Harry turned left to avoid it, but the ball seemed to have eyes, abandoning Draco who was closer, changing direction and crashing into Harry's head.

He immediately accelerated, trying to get as far away from the wandering ball as possible.

But no matter how he rotated, turned, rose, fell, or zigzagged, the wandering ball relentlessly pursued him, and its speed was much faster than usual, almost matching that of the Nimbus 2000.

The only consolation was that Draco hadn't abandoned him under these circumstances, though his expression had turned particularly grim.

"It must have been you Slytherins who tampered with the Blink Ball," Harry said angrily.

"Don't make false accusations. We have an absolute advantage, there's no need for us to do this."

I strongly suspect that Gryffindor is the one crying wolf, and now it's many times harder for me to catch up with you than before.

Oliver is truly the captain; he'd resort to such underhanded tactics. He doesn't take you seriously at all.

"Impossible. I know very well what kind of person Wood is."

"Tch, you're really confident, Potter, but do you know what he's really thinking?"

At this moment, the crowd in the stands also noticed the anomaly. After all, the two Seekers who were rushing around were too conspicuous, and the speed of the ball behind them was unbelievable; you could even see its afterimage.

The Gryffindor and Slytherin members also stopped what they were doing and looked at each other's captains with suspicion.

"Wood, what should we do?" Aria asked. "Should we ask Ms. Horzaki for a pause?"

"But the ball was fine before."

"Is this the time to discuss this?" Katie said anxiously. "Harry will be in danger if this drags on any longer."

"Understood, I'll go find Ms. Huo Qi right away."

“Wait, Wood.”

"No need to pause, the game continues." Harry said, flying over while dodging the frantic running ball. "It's dangerous, but this could be our chance."

“Don’t be silly, getting hit by that ball is no joke,” George said. “Let’s request an investigation!”

"No, I'm sure this wasn't done by Slytherin."

"And the danger isn't just mine; I dragged someone down with me," Harry said meaningfully. "This rampaging ball is our only advantage."

Only then did the group notice Draco Malfoy, whose face was ashen, following behind him, and their expressions became somewhat complicated.

"Be careful yourself." Wood turned around with a heavy heart. "Everyone, do your job. Give that ball to Harry. What we need to do is prevent Slytherin from scoring."

“Flint, we…” Slytherin’s Chaser Monta asked.

“Trust Malfoy. You all participated in his training, and this kind of accident was within our expectations. Otherwise, he wouldn’t have stuck with Harry Potter so desperately,” Flint said thoughtfully. “Oliver has confidence in their Seeker, and we should have confidence in our Seeker too.”

If you want to help him, just focus on scoring more goals.

Chapter 162 Different Ways to Treat Fractures

Slytherin common room.

Aaron piled Lockhart's seven books together and used Transfiguration to turn them into a cage as tall as the ceiling. Then he put the two roosters he had painstakingly acquired inside.

Aaron found their loud calls particularly pleasant; it was a sound that brought him a sense of security.

The rooster is the serpent monster's natural enemy. With these two treasures, the task of slaying the serpent monster is practically half done.

However, before finding the heir to Slytherin, we must keep a low profile and not let anyone know that we have two lively roosters here.

Aaron hesitated for a moment before casting a soundproofing spell on the cage.

But he still felt a little uneasy, so he cast a Disillusionment spell on the two roosters so that even if someone came to his dormitory, they wouldn't notice anything unusual.

Tick ​​tock!Tick ​​tock!

Aaron rolled his eyes speechlessly, then turned to look at Abe, who was hurriedly wiping his drool. "I've told you so many times, you can't eat them."

At present, at Hogwarts, apart from Dumbledore, they are the greatest talismans.

Do you understand?

Abe nodded hastily, but still couldn't help looking at the cage, a wisp of flame accidentally spilling from the corner of his mouth.

"Holy crap!" Aaron immediately stood in front of the cage. "If you dare to pretend you accidentally roasted these two chickens, I'll roast you too."

Abe's face was droopy, and a faint sadness was in his eyes, as if to say that his master no longer loved him.

"Good boy/girl." Aaron patted its head and comforted it, "After we deal with that snake, I'll treat you to a big meal."

But you really can't touch them now. You have to control your damn appetite, for my safety.

Upon hearing the last half-sentence, Abe's eyes became unusually firm. Compared to his owner's safety, the two chickens were nothing.

"I understand. I'd rather starve to death or die outside than lay a hand on them."

Aaron: ......

Goodness, you can't just make a promise like that!

“Remember what you said!” Aaron said, picking Abe up. “Now let’s go to the stadium and see if we can make it back in time for the match.”

When they arrived at the Quidditch pitch, they could clearly feel the overwhelming atmosphere, even more magnificent than when the game started.

Aaron leaned closer and took a look, and his eyes widened in surprise.

Two figures, one in red and one in green, darted across the field. Harry and Draco rose and fell, flew close to the ground, and made sudden stops and turns, performing a variety of high-difficulty moves to their fullest extent.

If the golden snitch in front was their reason for working so hard, what on earth was that crazy, wandering ball in the back?

At that moment, a huge figure came into Aaron's field of vision. Hagrid was nervously watching Harry Potter flying at high speed through his binoculars, with Hermione and Ron standing on his left and right sides.

Aaron immediately pushed through the crowd and stood in front of the three people. "Can someone explain to me what happened?"

"Harry was targeted by the out-of-control ball; someone must have sabotaged it," Hagrid said angrily.

“I want to stop that bouncing ball,” Ron said, frustrated. “But Hermione won’t let me, and Harry doesn’t seem to be able to either.”

"That's right, it would be a miracle if you didn't knock yourself flying with that wand."

Wait, doesn't Ms. Huo Qi care?

Hermione shook her head. "It seems the two teams have reached some kind of agreement to continue the game, and she can't refuse under these circumstances."

Aaron frowned as he watched the ball fly away, leaving a trail of afterimages.

Harry Potter seems to be having an exceptionally bad run of luck. Last year, his broom malfunctioned, and this year the Wandering Ball is targeting him again.

It seems like every match between Gryffindor and Slytherin involves an unexpected incident. I wonder who's behind this one, but it certainly wasn't Slytherin.

But what surprised him even more was Draco's decision, considering that the score was now 200 to 40, with Slytherin leading Gryffindor by 160 points.

It's fair to say that Draco's mission was already accomplished. Even if he had given up on the Golden Snitch, Slytherin would have won anyway, so there was absolutely no need for him to fight so desperately.

However, upon seeing Lucius Malfoy also sitting in the referee's box, he immediately understood why Draco was willing to take such a huge risk to fight for the Golden Snitch.

There was no particular reason; it was simply a matter of the son wanting to prove himself to his father, even if he lost.