A magical journey that begins at Hogwarts

As she spoke, she kicked the wooden crate.

The roaming ball flew out of the box, followed by the golden snitch.

The Golden Snitch circled around Aaron and Harry, the two Seekers, in a provocative manner.

Professor Huo Qi picked up the Quaffle from the box and threw it upwards, officially starting the match.

All players from both teams, except for the Seeker, rushed towards the Quaffle immediately, since scoring ten points would be awarded for hitting the Quaffle into the opponent's goal.

A moment later, Angelina, the Chaser of Gryffindor, caught the Quaffle and rushed toward the Slytherin goal.

She encountered several ambushes during the journey, but she managed to evade them all with her agile movements.

Finally getting close to the goal, she threw the Quaffle towards it from a few meters away.

boom!

Just when everyone thought Gryffindor was about to score, the Quaffle was blocked by goalkeeper Blitch.

The Quaffle was in Slytherin's hands, and the roles of offense and defense were instantly reversed.

Angelina sped toward Blake, but he merely smiled at the Gryffindor girl before passing the Quaffle to Captain Marcus behind her.

As captain, Marcus's flying skills were quite good. Starting from his own goal, he avoided the Gryffindor team's encirclement and interception, as well as the sudden attacks of two wandering balls, and crossed most of the field to reach the Gryffindor goal.

He threw it with all his might, and the Quaffle hurtled toward the goal, but goalkeeper Wood appeared just in time and knocked the ball back with a broom, and the Quaffle landed back in Gryffindor's hands.

Wood looked at Marcus, who was so angry he was gritting his teeth, and shook his head with a smile.

Gryffindor's Chaser Cady and Arya worked together, passing the Quaffle around the pillars of the stands, and after crossing half the field, they passed it to Angelina for the final pitch.

This time, Slytherin's goalkeeper was a step too late, and the Quaffle went into the left side of the goal.

Ding!

"Great! Angelina scores! Gryffindor gets ten points!" commentator Jordan exclaimed excitedly, then pressed the scoreboard, changing the score from 0-0 to 10-0.

Professor McGonagall next to Jordan clapped excitedly, and the Gryffindors in the hall erupted in thunderous cheers, instantly diminishing Slytherin's momentum.

The Quaffle landed in the hands of former Seeker Terence, who quickly adjusted his stance and flew toward the Gryffindor goal. Behind him, Monta, holding his bat, was protecting him and blocking the attacks of the wandering ball.

Terence bypassed Spinnet, bypassed Katie, bypassed the Weasley brothers, and dodged a stray ball before finally reaching the Gryffindor goal.

As expected, Wood intercepted the Quaffle and passed it to Angelina, who was flying in.

At that moment, Marcus flew up to Monta, snatched the bat from his hand, and tried to hit the ball at Wood.

But just as he raised his bat, Terence grabbed his arm. "Don't forget what we promised. The dean is still sitting there! You don't want him coming back to talk to us, do you?"

Marcus paused for a moment, glared angrily at the somewhat bewildered Wood, threw the bat to Monta, and then turned and left.

The game continued, with the ball darting around the field as batters hit it at their respective opponents.

The Quaffle was passed around, and after a few minutes of warm-up, the atmosphere became even more intense, with the offense and defense constantly switching roles. Ironically, the goalkeeper was the one who worked the hardest.

Wood and Blatch each held their positions and did their best to prevent the other from scoring a single goal, so the score remained at 10-0.

At this point, the two Seekers who had been hovering in the air became the focus of the audience's attention.

From the start of the match, Aaron's eyes were constantly searching for the Golden Snitch. He didn't pay much attention to the match itself, only making simple dodges when the ball flew towards him.

Harry, however, devoted most of his attention to watching the game and cheered for his house's excellent performance. This was not because he forgot his identity as the Seeker; it was simply because it was his first time playing and he was a little too excited.

Commentator Jordan also introduced the two Seekers: "Both Seekers are first-year students. One is the famous Harry Potter, who was recognized by Professor McGonagall and specially recruited into the house team in his first flying lesson, and became Gryffindor's Seeker."

"Potter!" the Gryffindors cheered loudly.

"The other is Aaron Gaius, who displayed talent far exceeding that of his peers at Hogwarts. He was a talent discovered by Professor Snape, he..."

Jordan's voice stopped abruptly. He had originally wanted to mention Aaron's "glorious deed" of "washing" the Sorting Hat when he entered the school, but at this moment Aaron suddenly chased after a golden streak of light.

"Is that a thief? Wow! Aaron has spotted the Golden Snitch!" Jordan shouted excitedly.

Harry realized what was happening and immediately chased after them on his broomstick. Nimbus 2000 then unleashed its full speed, gradually closing the distance with Aaron.

Chapter 33 The Glorious Victory of the Slytherin

Just as the two were getting closer and closer to the Golden Snitch, Harry's new broom suddenly became unusually restless.

Sometimes it leaps and bounds, sometimes it sways left and right, and sometimes it even spins 360 degrees, looking like a wild horse that has broken free and wants to throw the person riding on its back off.

Aaron noticed this and frowned, even stopping his pursuit of the golden thief. "What are you doing?"

"I don't know either. The broom just won't obey me. This is the first time I've ever encountered something like this," Harry said, on the verge of tears. This was no longer a question of whether he would lose the game; it was a question of whether he could save his life.

"It can't be that bad!" Aaron's expression was strange. This was the Nimbus 2000; such a situation was generally impossible.

Besides, Harry is now a professional Seeker, so it's impossible for him to make a mistake like this, which only happens to beginners.

Not only Aaron noticed the problem, but many people in the audience also noticed it, pointing and commenting on Harry Potter, who was constantly swinging his flying broom in the sky.

"How did Harry's broom get like this?" Hagrid said in astonishment.

Hermione, peering through her large telescope at Harry, noticed someone in the stands intently chanting a spell as her gaze followed him.

This struck her as odd. She adjusted her binoculars and discovered that the man was Snape, whose eyes were fixed intently on Harry Potter, without blinking.

"It's Snape, he's casting a spell," Hermione exclaimed in surprise. Although she didn't want to believe that Snape, who had saved her life, would do such a thing, she had no choice but to accept the facts.

"He's chanting a spell?" Ron looked towards Snape's location and confirmed it was true. "What do we do now?"

"Watch this!" Hermione shoved the binoculars into Ron's hand and left the stands, running quickly toward the box where Snape was.

Harry's broom was shaking even more violently and wildly; before it was just flipping horizontally, but now it was starting to flip vertically.

After two flips, Harry was almost thrown off and could only hold onto the broom handle with one hand, hanging precariously in mid-air. But it was obvious to anyone with eyes that he wouldn't last long.

The Nimbus 2000 was still swaying from side to side, and Harry grabbed it with his other hand, refusing to let go.

The Seeker's mishap naturally affected Gryffindor's morale, and Slytherin, of course, wouldn't let this opportunity pass, scoring two Quakes in just a few minutes.

The score became 10 to 20, giving Gryffindor a lead.

"Oh dear! It seems the situation is more serious than I thought." Aaron flew to Harry's side and reluctantly extended his right hand to him in front of the entire audience. "If you don't want to fall."

Just a friendly reminder, this isn't a problem with the flying broom; no broom would be this disobedient. Someone is definitely trying to harm you.

Harry hesitated for a moment, then grabbed Aaron's right hand as he was being swung around, pulling him onto his broom.

Nimbus 2000 seemed to have lost its goal and gradually calmed down, hovering in mid-air.

Both Gryffindor and Slytherin were astonished by what they saw. Most of them expressed their admiration for him, believing that he had not taken advantage of the situation, while a few were angry at his lack of courage, believing that he had given up a great opportunity to win.

Aaron had no idea what they were thinking, and even if he did, he wouldn't care. After pulling Harry onto the broom, he began to fly around the field quickly, not daring to waste a moment, for fear of following in Harry Potter's footsteps.

"Thank you!" Harry saw that his broom had quieted down again and knew that Aaron was right, so he awkwardly expressed his gratitude.

“You could have won,” Harry said, somewhat confused. Aaron spotted the Golden Snitch before him, and even if his broom hadn’t been damaged, there was still a good chance that Aaron would have snatched the Snitch first.

"I have my own principles. I can lose fair and square, but I can't win in a murky way," Aaron said calmly. "The condition for me to join the academy team is that no one on the team is allowed to commit any fouls during the game."

But if I had caught the Golden Snitch during that opportunity, I would have been the one committing a foul.

Meanwhile, Hermione had already made her way through the crowd and was running quickly to the platform where Snape was.

Just as she was about to draw her wand to stop Snape's spell, she was surprised to find Harry on Aaron's broom.

"How could this be?" Hermione murmured softly. With her clever little brain, she quickly figured out what had happened. Looking at Aaron flying in the sky, the corners of her mouth couldn't help but turn up slightly.

"What are you doing here?" Snape looked at Hermione Granger, who had appeared behind him at some point, his face so dark it was almost dripping with water.

"Ah!" Hermione exclaimed in surprise, then quickly regained her composure and forced herself to calm down. "I think we can see things more clearly from here."

"Really? Then is it necessary to take out your wand?"

Miss Granger, I think you feel that Gryffindor scores are too high and want me to deduct more points, right?

"No?" Hermione hurriedly put away her wand, stammering, "Yes, yes..."

“I sent him,” Professor Flitwick quickly explained. “Miss Granger has a few spells she doesn’t understand, so I told her to come find me after the Quidditch match.”

Perhaps she's a little impatient! You know, Hermione has always been a little wizard eager for knowledge.

Hermione paused for a moment, then nodded repeatedly.

Snape gave Hermione a deep look, then turned his gaze to Flitwick, gave a soft snort, and turned his head away.

Professor Flitwick secretly breathed a sigh of relief and pulled Hermione to his side, keeping her as far away from Snape as possible.

What can I say to you?

Many Gryffindors dislike Professor Snape, but none of them are like you, carrying a wand and wanting to play pranks.

Hermione, you're still a freshman, with seven years until graduation. Are you sure you want to offend a Potions teacher who'll be teaching you for seven years in your very first year?

"I..."

"Stop talking, child. Promise me you won't do anything so impulsive again, okay?"

Hermione felt a little wronged and wanted to tell Professor Flitwick about seeing Snape chanting a spell, but without any evidence, she could only nod helplessly.

"That's good, let's watch the game!"

Aaron is more outstanding than I thought, not in terms of talent, but in terms of character.

"Of course, his talent is also quite good," Frivi said with a smile.

Hermione snapped out of her daze and focused her attention on the game.

Aaron flew around the stadium once, figuring that the person who had just tried to harm Harry wouldn't dare cast another spell under the noses of so many people, so he simply sent Harry back to his Nimbus 2000.

"The match continues, and I won't hold back from now on," Aaron said.

Harry nodded, gripping the broom tightly with both hands, quickly adjusting his stance as he searched the field for the golden light.

This time he was very focused, but Aaron still spotted the golden thief first and gave chase.

Harry followed closely behind and soon collided with Aaron.

During their chase of the golden thief, the two repeatedly bumped into each other with their arms, trying to make the other flustered, but neither could gain the upper hand.

The golden snitch began to rush towards the grass on the ground, and the two of them also began to dive downwards.

The Nimbus 2000 was slightly faster, but even with the head-on collision, Harry didn't dare go at full speed and maintained the same pace as Aaron.

Finally, when he could clearly see the grass on the ground, Harry dared not continue his descent. He suddenly grabbed his broom and brought the car to a screeching halt.