Harry Potter Returns from Baldur's Gate

So the death spin that originally required quotation marks was immediately upgraded to a real death spin that did not require quotation marks, making Harry's vision turn red.

Although there were exclamations on the Quidditch field at this moment, Harry could only hear the sound of wind.

Even though his mind was physically being turned on by the heat of the moment, Harry was ready to struggle one more time.

Fortunately, ever since the last Spider Night, Harry always carries his wand with him, even if he doesn't have the pink fluffy bunny with him.

Harry felt dizzy and thought that if he used the "Shatter" spell on the stirrups that bound his feet, there was a chance that his feet would also be shattered, so Harry simply waved his wand and shouted "Pink Fluffy Rabbit, fly over here!"

He hoped that his skilled swordsmanship could solve the problem.

Anyway, whether he used the sword to cut off the flying broom or solved the stirrup, he could escape from the crisis.

However, perhaps because Harry was already dizzy at this time, Harry forgot that the Spell of Influence was a rare spell that could not be cast and then forgotten, but had to be continuously guided.

So when Harry felt that his pink fluffy rabbit was very close to him, Harry's breakfast took revenge on him.

With anger unwilling to be digested, these breakfasts marched northward from Harry's stomach, and finally gained the freedom they wanted most after breaking through the restrictions of Harry's throat.

By the way, it also interrupted Harry's concentration on the spell.

After Harry vomited out all the food in his stomach, he cast the Flying Spell again.

However, perhaps because the brain was almost shaken evenly, Harry's spell this time was just like his previous attempt to control the broomstick with Command.

Got the reply 'The number you dialed is busy'.

Harry found that the Flying Charm was ineffective, so he immediately lowered his head and tried to cast a Crushing Charm on the stirrup that was hanging on his foot.

But after missing several shots in a row and becoming increasingly fuzzy in consciousness, Harry felt that he might really die here today.

I didn't expect that after so many dangerous adventures in the past, I didn't lose my life, but I almost died in a sports game.

With this absurd thought, Harry's consciousness gradually sank into the abyss of darkness.

In a trance, Harry even felt that a revolving lantern had begun to appear in front of his eyes. Woking appeared in front of him, and he was asking Woking, "Am I a good paladin?"

But before asking the question, the more Harry looked at Woking in front of him, the more he felt that this Woking looked a bit like Qiu Zhang.

As the brain matter, which had been almost mixed up, finally began to return to normal, Harry finally found that he had escaped from the fatal death spiral.

Now Qiu Zhang is holding himself in a princess hug.

Wait... Although Harry is still physically dizzy.

But Harry still felt that it was a bit illogical that he was just spinning wildly on his broom and now he was in Qiu Zhang's arms.

According to past pastors, what people see before they die is usually the thing they desire most in their life.

Is it possible that what he desires most in his life is to be hugged by Qiu Zhang like this?

This is impossible. I have only known Qiu Zhang for a few days. There must be something wrong here.

So Harry struggled to raise his head and looked around while Qiu Zhang scolded, "Idiot! What are you moving around for!"

A broom was spinning wildly in the sky, and he and Qiu Zhang were standing on their pink furry rabbits.

To be precise, Qiu Zhang was holding himself and standing on his own sword.

Although Harry felt that the longsword was a less suitable means of transportation than a broom, after confirming that what he was seeing was not the last scene before death, Harry breathed a sigh of relief and lay back down.

"What's wrong? Idiot, why are you so quiet now?"

Harry did not answer Qiu Zhang's question, but asked while looking at Qiu Zhang's long hair flying freely in the air.

"How did you come?"

"Come to save you, idiot."

When Qiu Zhang brought Harry back to the Gryffindor stands, Harry heard a tsunami of cheers erupting from the entire Quidditch field.

After Qiu Zhang put Harry in a position, he picked up the pink furry rabbit floating beside him and handed it to Harry.

"No, your sword feels pretty good to use."

Harry held Qiu Zhang's hand and pushed the pink furry rabbit towards Qiu Zhang.

"No, this is your sword."

After Qiu Zhang caught the sword, he hit Harry on the head again.

"Idiot, your sword is so big and heavy, do you think it's suitable for me?"

Qiu Zhang placed the pink furry rabbit into Harry's arms.

The next moment, Professor McGonagall, Dumbledore and others rushed to Harry and began to ask about his physical condition.

Qiu Zhang smiled at Harry and then disappeared into the crowd.

After a brief observation, it was confirmed that Harry was fine except for being a little dizzy from being thrown out.

The crazy flying broom was also obtained by Dumbledore. After a simple inspection, the broom came into the hands of Quirrell, the professor of Defense Against the Dark Arts.

It was not known whether the Scottish winter wind was unhealthy or whether Quirrell was surprised by the flying broom in his hand.

After examining the flying broom, Professor Quirrell said that the broom was engraved with some unprecedented dark magic, which may have been cast on the broom before Harry got it.

It's just that this hidden dark magic has been affecting the broom slowly and covertly, so much so that no one noticed the problem with the broom, whether it was when Harry used it in training or when he checked it before the game.

It was not until just now that the hidden corruption in this broom completely erupted.

As a result of the corruption, the broom tried to kill Harry with its death spin, like a crocodile hunting its prey.

"This broom has undoubtedly become a dark magic item. Although it is not like those famous dark magic items that will kill the user immediately, it is equally deadly in a sense."

After inspecting the flying broom, Professor Quirrell summarized the current condition of the broom.

Looking at the broom and then at Quirrell who made this judgment, Dumbledore said that he would thoroughly investigate the problem with the broom and find out who wanted to kill Harry in this way.

However, this matter was not suitable for a big show, so Dumbledore announced that it was just a broom malfunction and the Quidditch game continued.

It seemed that because Slytherin had a bad reputation in the past, when Dumbledore announced that it was a broom malfunction, Harry needed to withdraw from the competition and rest.

The stands including Gryffindor, Ravenclaw and Hufflepuff immediately booed the Slytherin stands.

On the court, Wood looked at the green Slytherin players with cold eyes as if he wanted to bite off a piece of meat from any of them.

With this momentum, Gryffindor quickly scored two more goals in the first three minutes after the game restarted.

But after Harry went off the field for a rest, Gryffindor, which was outnumbered, quickly began to fall behind after the two minutes of climax after the resumption of the game.

In the end, Slytherin took advantage of their numbers and quickly scored points on the field.

Finally, the score of the game reached 60:120.

Harry stood up from the audience and took off the blanket Professor McGonagall had lent him.

"Professor, someone has to save the game now."

McGonagall originally wanted to ask Harry if he was okay now.

But after seeing the twinkle in Harry's eyes, he changed the question to "What broom are you going to use?"

Of course, the only broom Harry could use now was from the school's broom shed.

But these are not important to Harry now. Harry just wants to use anything to vent his excess energy.

There just so happens to be a Quidditch match to be played right now.

When Harry returned to the field carrying an old sweeping five-star broom, the Slytherin stands erupted in laughter.

But soon, they couldn't laugh anymore.

The Harry who returned to the court is different from the one at the beginning of the game who only wanted to maximize efficiency and score goals. Now Harry is full of aggressiveness.

Although it's not to the point of literally knocking anyone off the sky with a broom.

But the Slytherin players had no doubt that Harry, who now seemed like a madman, would really do so.

Now Harry no longer performed any complicated maneuvers, but simply pulled up and dived, and then pulled up and dived again, just like a heavy cavalry repeatedly charging on the battlefield, "crushing" any target that dared to block his path.

When Gryffindor's Seeker finally caught the Golden Snitch, the Slytherin players did not explode in anger, but instead breathed a collective sigh of relief.

At least now they didn't have to deal with Harry's horrific flying style, which was as if he wanted to perform heart surgery on them with a broomstick.

Although the final score was fixed at 640:130, that was a problem that needed to be considered in the next game. Now they just wanted to take a shower and then return to their dormitory and wrap themselves in their warm quilts.

The quilt is very good. The quilt will not blame itself, and the quilt will not want to stab itself to death with a flying broom.

As soon as Harry landed, he was hugged by the excited players, and the rest of the things went back to the normal process after Harry became a hero.

They were carried back to the lounge by the excited crowd, and then there was a joyful party.

The enthusiastic performance of his classmates made Harry feel not like he had won a Quidditch game, but like he had saved a city from a dragon's mouth.

But during the celebration, Harry discovered that Wood, as the captain, seemed to be the only one in the entire Gryffindor who was in a low mood besides Hermione.

Harry could understand that Hermione was in a bad mood, after all, she had been acting like a surly beaver whose dam had been broken for weeks, using her Deathly Eye to destroy anyone who dared to make the slightest noise in the common room.

If someone is still dishonest after being stared at by the Eye of Death.

Then the warrior would suffer a blow ranging from golden lightning to being petrified. Given Hermione's bad mood, the warriors usually experienced the former.

So it came as no surprise to Harry when Hermione trudged out of the common room once the celebrations had begun.

Harry was surprised why Wood was in such a low mood now. They just won the game, not lost, so why was Wood so low?

So Harry took two bottles of butterbeer and walked over to Wood, handing him a bottle of butterbeer.

Judging from the fact that Wood drank half a bottle of butterbeer in one gulp without even touching his mouth, Wood was indeed in a low mood.

"What's wrong? You're sitting here alone."

Harry asked Wood as he sat next to him.

Wood glanced at Harry and said while looking at the beer bottle in his hand.

"In the next game, we are going to play against Ravenclaw. How do you think we should play?"

After saying that, Wood sighed, stood up with the beer bottle, patted Harry on the shoulder and walked away.

Looking at Wood's back, Harry somehow took out the bell that Qiu Zhang gave him from his pocket.

Looking at the golden bell, Harry shook it gently.

083 What? Miss me?