Hogwarts: My Grandmother is the Queen

But Draco immediately realized something was wrong, because Henry did not take the opportunity to search for the Golden Snitch or expand his advantage as he had expected.

Henry hovered in mid-air in the distance, his brow furrowed.

It seems Professor Quirrell made the move.

Harry was carried up and down, left and right, by the broom in mid-air, his hair swinging wildly with the movement.

He knew, of course, that Harry would soon be out of danger, following the original trajectory—because Hermione was about to use her little flame to create an accident on Professor Snape's robes.

Grilled bats.

However, this also means that Harry's broom will be restored to its original state, and the game will continue.

So...

What if Harry could be saved before the broom stops raging?

On the one hand, after this ordeal, Harry will certainly not use the Nimbus 2000 again before the end of the match, and Gryffindor's Seeker will lose a powerful weapon; on the other hand, saving Harry will also create a perfect image in front of the entire school.

The risk is almost non-existent, while the returns are extremely substantial.

As for whether Voldemort will take notice...

That's impossible. It's obvious that this was Quirrell's unauthorized action. Voldemort's core objective was to obtain the Philosopher's Stone. How could he possibly cause such a big incident before obtaining the Philosopher's Stone?

He should thank me for saving Porter.

That was clearly a sure-fire way to make money.

Just a split second before Harry was swept off his feet by the broom and about to crash hard into the lawn—

Henry moved.

He didn't search for the Golden Snitch that might have already appeared, nor did he pay attention to any instructions Flint might give from below.

He slammed down on the broom handle, and the Nimbus 2000 let out a low whistle as it swooped down at an almost vertical angle!

The wind whistled in his ears, and his dark green team uniform fluttered in the wind.

"What is Wells doing? Isn't he going after the Snitch?" a Slytherin student exclaimed.

"He's heading straight for Potter!" a student nearby screamed in alarm.

Just as Harry was about to hit the ground, Henry had already rushed to his level. He extended his wand, aiming it below Harry.

"Wingardium Leviosa!"

An invisible, gentle force instantly caught Harry as he plummeted downwards, cushioning his terrible impact.

Harry felt a sudden lightness in his body, and his falling speed decreased dramatically, but the broom still dragged him haphazardly a few feet above the ground.

Without pausing, Henry maneuvered his broomstick close to the ground, flying alongside Harry's out-of-control Nimbus 2000, while simultaneously striking with his wand repeatedly:

"Reparo!"

The curse was more powerful than anyone could have imagined, but Henry's movements were fluid and calm, unlike what one would expect from a first-year student facing such a critical situation.

He quickly realized that, since the broom's frenzy couldn't be stopped immediately, the most urgent thing was to get Harry off the broom.

"Harry! Let go! Trust me!" he shouted through the howling wind, his voice carrying an undeniable calm.

Harry was exhausted and dizzy, his arms aching so much he was almost numb.

He heard Henry's voice, and the calmness in it pierced through his panic. He gritted his teeth and looked at Henry, who was walking alongside him, and saw the unwavering determination in Henry's eyes.

Just as the broom once again flung him into the highest point of the air, at the moment his speed slowed slightly—

Harry closed his eyes and loosened his grip on the broom handle.

Almost at the same moment, Henry's levitation spell struck him again with pinpoint accuracy, causing him to fall slowly like a feather.

The Nimbus 2000, after Harry broke away, seemed to want to make one last crazy move, but it ended up crashing into the distant wall with a thud before sliding to the ground.

Henry lowered his altitude and caught Harry as he slowly fell.

Harry was pale, panting heavily, and his arms were trembling uncontrollably, but he was safe at least.

The entire room fell into a deathly silence.

Everyone stared in disbelief at the scene. The Slytherin Seeker, instead of fighting for victory at the crucial moment of the game, risked everything to use magic to save his out-of-control opponent—who was none other than his arch-rival, the Gryffindor Seeker.

Mrs. Hodge was the first to react. She blew her whistle to stop the game and then flew over quickly. "Potter! Are you alright? Should we go to Mrs. Pomfrey's?"

Her concerned gaze swept over Harry, then turned to Henry: "Mr. Wells, you acted just in time."

On the Gryffindor side, Ron breathed a long sigh of relief, then looked at Henry with eyes full of gratitude and disbelief.

Of course, Hermione wasn't with him.

Hagrid's booming voice rang out from the end of the professor's chair: "Well done, Henry!"

An eerie silence fell over the Slytherin stands. Draco stared with his mouth agape, looking as if he'd just swallowed a toad, while Pansy and Daphne exchanged bewildered glances.

"How is it? Can we continue?" Henry turned to Harry and asked.

Harry looked at his Nimbus 2000, which was lying limp against the wall and clearly unusable for the time being. A look of resentment flashed across his face, but he could no longer trust the broom.

He shook his head, his voice a little hoarse: "The broom's broken... and I..."

His arms were still trembling as he spoke.

Just then, a figure rushed over from the direction of the castle.

It was Professor McGonagall, her face ashen, holding a Seven Stars Sweep in her hand.

"Porter! Use this one!" Her voice left no room for argument. "The game must continue! Immediately!"

Harry took a deep breath, forcibly suppressing his discomfort, took the broom, and straddled it again, his eyes regaining their stubbornness.

"I'm alright now. Thank you, Henry—thank you for saving me."

Seeing that both Seekers seemed ready—despite Harry's still grim expression—Madame Hooch blew her whistle again: "Play continues!"

Both teams' players took to the air again.

Harry's Seven Stars was obviously much heavier than Nimbus 2000, but he gritted his teeth and tried to adapt.

Almost the instant they rejoined the game, Henry caught a faint glimpse of gold out of the corner of his eye.

On the west side of the pitch, about ten feet below the Slytherin goalposts, the Golden Snitch hovered low over the grass, the buzzing of its rapidly beating wings completely drowned out by the wind and the shouts of the crowd.

At almost the same moment, Harry saw it too!

He suddenly turned the broom around, lowered his body to its lowest point, and the broom burst forth with full speed, shooting straight to the west like a red arrow!

Henry's Nimbus 2000 was much lighter, starting instantly and catching up to Harry almost in sync! A deafening scream erupted from the stands.

"Both Seekers spotted the Snitch at the same time! They were both diving! Incredible speed! Wells was half a body length ahead—but Potter's determination was astounding! Oh Merlin! They're going to crash into each other!"