Hogwarts: Oh no, I've become Voldemort!

Unless he doesn't want to win.

Cyrus saw that Randolph had snatched the Quaffle from Adrian, and he immediately rushed out to close in on his opponent from the left.

Zhang Qiu thought he had discovered the trail of the Golden Thief, so he followed without hesitation!

Seekers always have blind spots and sometimes can't spot the thief, so they need to be constantly aware of their opponent's every move. Therefore, when she noticed Cyrus starting to move, she didn't hesitate to follow him. Cyrus noticed her immediately.

The real-life Cho Chang is much cuter than the one in the movie, and now Cyrus can understand why Harry was so captivated by her.

She was indeed a lovely little girl, with delicate skin, a small nose, and almond-shaped eyes that shimmered like a dark lake under the sunlight. She possessed the gentle elegance of an Eastern woman, but her personality was not as fragile as she appeared.

Upon noticing Cyrus's actions, she immediately crouched low and rushed over, intending to bump Cyrus's shoulder with her own, attempting to knock him off his original flight path.

However, she did not succeed.

With his Extrasensory Charm activated, Cyrus sensed the changes in the airflow behind him and the sound of his opponent breaking through the air as he flew, without even looking.

Therefore, at the instant Zhang Qiu crashed into him, Cyrus immediately flipped upside down, his body tilting downwards. He became Zhang Qiu's reflection in the mirror of the sky, the two of them pressed tightly together. This way of flying was unheard of!

But Zhang Qiu had no time to think about anything else.

She peered ahead anxiously, searching for a golden shadow, but all she saw was emptiness.

Where is the Golden Snitch?

"Golden Snitch? Who told you there was a snitch here?" Cyrus, hanging upside down, said strangely.

The Golden Snitch has appeared?

My psychic spell is malfunctioning?

They didn't even notice the golden thief had appeared.

"If there's no thief, why did you suddenly accelerate and fly this way?" Zhang Qiu shouted in frustration. She had been tense for a long time, but she didn't expect it to be just a feint by the other party.

“Nobody says you can’t fly around here.” Cyrus curled his lip. He already understood why Zhang Qiu had suddenly surrounded him. “I just wanted to disrupt your Chaser’s attack.”

These words made Zhang Qiu very angry.

Cyrus's behavior was not a foul, but for the opposing Seeker to not focus on the Golden Snitch was a sign of looking down on him and thinking that he couldn't find the Golden Snitch.

She lowered her head and glared angrily at Cyrus with her bright black eyes.

But amidst her anger, she couldn't help but admire Cyrus's flying skills.

Even he had to admit that Cyrus's performance in this game was amazing. Whether it was the extreme spin just now or the inverted flight now, he was completely different from Malfoy in the last game!

Of course, there were indeed two people involved.

She was very curious about how much rigorous training "Malfoy" had undergone to achieve such success.

She couldn't help but feel ashamed of having underestimated her opponent before going on the field. She even felt a little admiration for him. With "Malfoy's" current flying ability, it wouldn't be surprising if he became a world-renowned Quidditch star someday.

Maybe I should ask him for an autograph after the match?

Zhang Qiu was filled with thoughts, but the most important thing right now was the competition itself.

Cyrus's shadow-like flight made her feel very uncomfortable. Although the two barely made any contact, Zhang Qiu felt bound. She immediately pulled up the broom handle to break free from this flight pattern that resembled that of a parallel planet and satellite.

At this point, the score gap between the two teams was widening!

"Slytherin has scored again!" Lee Jordan shouted enthusiastically. "The score is now 90 to 20, Slytherin is leading by 70 to 80 points! Marcus Flint has scored again!"

"I didn't expect Slytherin to actually have some skill if they just played well and didn't foul! It seems Mr. Malfoy's generous broomstick really did help them a lot!"

"plum--"

McGonagall yelled in dissatisfaction.

Li immediately stopped criticizing Slytherin and continued his commentary: "As you can see, Cho Chang broke free from Malfoy's upside-down flight. This flight method put a lot of pressure on her. It was really amazing. But doesn't Malfoy get dizzy being upside down the whole time?"

"Will Zhang Qiu be able to snatch the Golden Snitch before the score gap exceeds 150 points? The Golden Snitch hasn't appeared yet—but it has! Malfoy has found it! They're flying upwards, and Zhang Qiu is following!"

Li suddenly made everyone's hearts jump.

On the field, a green shadow shot into the sky like a rocket, and everyone couldn't help but look up. A bright, dazzling light made them dizzy.

The sunlight was too bright.

"Is there really a Golden Snitch?" Hermione and Ron looked up, but couldn't see anything.

Harry squinted and spotted a dark shadowy figure trembling in the distance. Though he couldn't make it out clearly, he was certain it was the Snitch!

"That's incredible! If we hadn't seen him fly by, who would have noticed where the thief was?" he exclaimed. "He'll be the greatest Seeker in the world!"

“He won’t,” Ginny shook her head. “Mr. Riddle won’t make Quidditch his career, Harry. It doesn’t mean much to him.”

Harry didn't quite understand what that meant.

"Career"—such a word is still too far away for him.

But Harry couldn't understand how Quidditch could be meaningless; he felt it was probably the most interesting thing in the world. Moreover, Quidditch was his specialty, and he felt a sense of purpose through it.

They can understand the joy people feel when they cheer for them.

This is different from the fact that people call him "the boy who survived" and believe that he killed Voldemort.

He couldn't accept that kind of praise with a clear conscience.

He had no idea what happened that night, especially since his parents had been murdered. It was never a pleasant experience for him.

He was momentarily dazed, then was jolted awake by a cry of alarm.

Everyone looked tense.

"what happened?"

Ginny and Hermione were too anxious to speak, and Ron gripped Harry's forearm tightly in his anxiety.

"The broom is broken!"

"What?" Harry quickly snatched the binoculars from Hermione's hand. Through the lens, he saw the broom that Cyrus was holding shaking violently, as if it was about to fall apart. "It must have malfunctioned when we were rescuing people. To be honest, it's a miracle that it can still fly!"

"He has to stop!" Hermione cried out, her face drained of color from her panic.

"Stop? You're mistaken! He's still accelerating!" Ron exclaimed as if he'd seen a ghost. "He's insane! If the broom falls apart at that height, he'll fall to his death!"

Upon hearing this, Ginny nearly fainted.

"We have to stop the game!" Hermione stood up and rushed towards Dumbledore. But there were too many young wizards; everyone stood up, blocking the way completely. Her broomsticks would probably give way before she even left Gryffindor's position.

Cyrus was naturally more aware of his situation than anyone else.

The flying broom malfunctioned, and this couldn't be easily fixed with a simple repair spell. Even if it could, Cyrus couldn't possibly cast such a spell, far beyond Malfoy's level, in full view of everyone.

But to make him give up the competition—

Cyrus's inner competitive spirit was not allowed.

After all, he was a transmigrator, and he had possessed Old Fu's soul. Wouldn't it be ridiculous if he lost to a little girl?

Moreover, the broom might not actually be able to withstand the strain, and even if it did, there was nothing for him to fear. First, Dumbledore couldn't possibly stand by and watch the school board's son fall and get injured. Second, even if Dumbledore remained indifferent, Cyrus had plenty of ways to save his own life.

Although the flight spell is inconvenient to use, reducing the impact and adjusting the landing posture will at most break one hand.

In the magical world, breaking an arm is no different from getting a scrape; besides, it's not him who feels the pain.

Therefore, even though he realized that the broom could not hold on any longer, he continued to speed up.

"Faster—"

The image of the thief became clearer and clearer in Cyrus's pupils.

It seems like you can get it just by reaching out your hand.

He reached out his hand and lunged forward, but his fingertips missed the thief.

The arms are too short.

He forgot that this body belonged to Draco Malfoy.

The broom he was riding on, due to this small movement, completely lost its balance and began to shake violently and wildly like a wild horse! Cyrus cast several spells to make himself feel less bumpy. But when he exerted force with his right foot, he accidentally broke the broom's footrest.

One of the metal foot pedals fell off and almost hit Zhang Qiu, who was chasing after them.

"You have to slow down, Malfoy!" Zhang Qiu shouted. Cyrus's broomstick was frightening to look at. After losing a pedal, even the broom bristles on its tail were starting to loosen.

Cyrus ignored him.

"Malfoy, stop right now!"

The two rushed into a huge cloud. Even the damaged Nimbus 2001 was faster than the old antique in Zhang Qiu's hands.

She couldn't catch up with Cyrus and lost sight of him in the clouds.

"He's crazy?"

Nearly a thousand teachers and students looked up at the sky with bated breath, but there was nothing there except for the blinding sunlight and thick clouds.

Then the clouds broke apart!

A dark shadow crashed down—

Dumbledore saw it very clearly—it was "Malfoy".

Malfoy's performance today was far beyond his expectations—it was outstanding!

They're so outstanding it's almost abnormal.