The sickly iron fist beauty in Harry Potter

Qiu Zhang's matter-of-fact words left Hermione unable to refute for a moment.

She frowned, then felt relieved.

Since Dolly couldn't understand, and she couldn't understand either, then wasn't it just Qiu Zhang's monologue?

Then the three of them started talking about yesterday's game, and even Hermione was still interested.

The enthusiastic atmosphere on the field is indeed contagious, even to someone like Hermione who is not very interested in Quidditch.

But Harry on the other side was in a miserable state, just like Qiu Zhang's situation yesterday.

He was even looking at Dolly with resentful eyes, as if asking Dolly why she didn't comfort him?

Yesterday, Dolly fed Qiu Zhang as if no one was around. That scene has become a legend after Qiu Zhang won the game. It is said that Dolly's feeding accounted for at least half of the credit.

Of course, this is just a joke. Dolly's real half of the credit goes to the Nimbus 2001 she gave to Qiu Zhang. This news has spread after yesterday's competition.

After all, the amazing performance of that broom couldn't be concealed.

Qiu Zhang also noticed Harry's gaze, so he nudged Dolly and said, "Aren't you going to take care of your brother, like you did yesterday?"

Dolly said matter-of-factly, "Boys should be self-reliant, but if he really wants to be fed..."

"Cough cough."

Dolly said loudly: "Potter needs a lucky guy to feed him now. Is there any girl willing to do this... If not, a boy is also possible."

Harry's face immediately turned red. Fred and George stood up like lightning. They looked around and found that no girls were competing with them - in fact, there were still girls who were interested.

But doing to Harry in this situation, what Dolly did to Qiu Zhang yesterday, is not something that most people can bear.

"Since no one is competing with us for it, then we'll just go for it."

"Ron, Neville, you come too, let's make sure Harry is well fed and watered."

So, amidst Harry's loud refusal, Gryffindor became chaotic, as if they were celebrating their victory in advance.

Harry was a little embarrassed, but he finally ate seriously, and his nervousness was completely forgotten.

After all, Quidditch is just riding a flying broom and playing against Slytherin. The worst that can happen is death.

Being fed by four men with spoons and forks while being yelled at is pure social death!

The match was still at 11:00 AM. Dolly, Hermione, Qiu Zhang, and the others were waiting in the Ravenclaw stands for the match to begin. Since it wasn't their match, Dolly and the others didn't need to get too excited about participating.

Gryffindor also wanted to replicate Ravenclaw's big scene yesterday, but unfortunately the spell exploded into a cloud of smoke in the end. It was obvious that the explosive genius Seamus took action.

This almost made Professor McGonagall furious, and she almost ran out of the commentary room. Fortunately, Gryffindor's prefect Percy led the team to deal with the situation, so that Gryffindor did not lose people in the audience before the game started.

Dolly and the others were naturally attracted by this, but Dolly's attention was more focused on Quirrell.

In the book, Quirrell takes this opportunity to curse Harry's broom, trying to make Harry fall off the broom and die, while Snape tries to protect Harry.

If Quirrell still takes action this time, it will undoubtedly be an opportunity for Dolly.

Even if Quirrell cannot be exposed, he must feel Dolly's anger on the back of his head.

Of course, it would be best to expose Quirrell directly, but Dolly had to be prepared for the possibility of Voldemort's counterattack.

Although Voldemort cannot cast spells, he can still kill people, and Dolly will not harm innocent people.

Soon, the game officially started.

Amid the audience's cheers, Dolly also clenched the wand in her sleeve.

In the other cuff were fireworks confiscated from Malfoy.

93 Fireworks on Quirrell's head

The game is about to start.

Harry rose into the sky with the team and couldn't help but become nervous again.

The match was between Slytherin, and although Slytherin looked down on the other three houses equally, he was also hated by the other three houses.

But Gryffindor undoubtedly ranks first in terms of the most conflicts with Slytherin.

So when Slytherin and Gryffindor played the Quidditch game, the atmosphere was full of tension. Slytherin did not hesitate to use various fouls to directly reduce the number of Gryffindor students.

There are of course referees in Quidditch games, who will call fouls and even penalize serious cases.

But overall Quidditch is still a sport that encourages violence and conflict, which can be seen from the fact that they will not send people off the field and that there are bludgers specifically for hitting people.

Harry was still worried that he would become the target of attack, but after watching in the air for a few minutes, he started to laugh foolishly.

Because all the Gryffindor students were equipped with Nimbus 2000, they had an overwhelming advantage in equipment over Slytherin. This led to the Slytherin players wanting to attack the Gryffindor team at first - they had even gotten used to it.

But they soon discovered that in most cases, it was a luxury for them to catch up with anyone, and they couldn't even find a chance to fight back.

At most, they could find opportunities to hit the Bludgers and try to knock down the Gryffindor players, but because they had a big problem controlling the speed, the Bludgers' hit rate was almost close to zero.

So much so that by the time they wanted to cause trouble for Harry, the Gryffindor team was already fifty points ahead.

Fifty points is not a lot, and it is still a score that can be easily turned around, but the question is, facing such a gap in equipment, can Slytherin really restrict Harry and snatch the Golden Snitch?

Everything seemed to have returned to the pattern of yesterday's match between Gryffindor and Hufflepuff, but in that match, at least in the early stages of the game where the Quaffle was used to score points, the Ravenclaw and Hufflepuff teams had won and lost alternately.

But now, Slytherin seemed to be on the verge of collapse from the very beginning.

The cheers of Slytherin in the stands had subsided a lot, while Gryffindor was already immersed in a sea of joy.

A pair of eyes looked at Malfoy vaguely, because they all knew very well that it was Malfoy's operation that allowed Dolly to get a whole team of the latest equipment for Gryffindor.

Malfoy's face began to turn pale and he clenched his fists.

He wanted to be the pride of Slytherin, but now not only was his pride being trampled on, he was even becoming the laughing stock of Slytherin. How could he accept this?

But no matter whether Malfoy could accept it or not, there was really nothing he could do now.

He could only hide in the corner and feel sad, fantasizing that he would explode in the future and completely defeat Harry and his sister.

At this moment, a cry of surprise was suddenly heard.

Malfoy looked up quickly and saw everyone in the stands pointing at Harry.

Harry's broomstick began to tumble and roll, and he was just barely holding on to it.

Suddenly, the broom twisted wildly again and Harry was thrown off.

He was now hanging in the air with just one hand holding onto the broom handle.

At this moment, everyone almost forgot the score and began to worry about whether Harry was safe.

Madam Hooch had flown beneath Harry, ready to catch him, but she couldn't interfere with the match.

The wizards from Slytherin College also became louder and began to mock Harry for not being able to ride a broom and coming up to be a seeker. They said that the entire Gryffindor was relying on equipment to play the game, which was not fair.

Ron immediately started to fight back, and the twins cast a sound amplification spell on him: "If you have the guts, ask Malfoy to buy you some equipment too. He's the one who supported the construction of the Gryffindor student team!"

"Harry is a rookie, a fool, and a moron!" The Slytherins quickly formed a unified statement.

The Gryffindors even sang: "Malfoy is the God of Gryffindor, Malfoy is the God of Gryffindor!"

Malfoy was so angry that he was shaking all over. He stared at Harry, hoping that Harry would fall off the bed and die, even though he knew that was unrealistic.

But Malfoy suddenly thought of something. Why did Harry end up in this situation?

Although Malfoy also believed that this was due to Harry's lack of skills, he knew from having taken flying lessons with Harry that Harry's talent for flying a broom was unquestionable.

Harry could perform difficult moves even with a garbage broom, let alone this latest model, unless there was something wrong with the broom...

and many more?

Malfoy's eyes lit up and he immediately began to look around, and finally saw Snape who was chanting a spell.

Looking at Snape's nervous expression and then seeing Harry struggling in the air, Malfoy felt his body warm up, as if he was being held warmly in Snape's arms.

He's his godfather, the Head of Slytherin!

In order to win for Slytherin, he actually cursed Harry's broom. This behavior of directly breaking the rules for victory and cursing students as the head of the house... is so outrageous!

This is what a good Slytherin headmaster should be, isn't it?

Just when Malfoy wanted to join the Slytherin team, began to verbally attack Gryffindor, and fight side by side with Snape.

He discovered that Ron, who had initially started the fight, had left the group, and now it was the red-haired twins who were leading the chanting of Malfoy's name.

This seemed incredible to Malfoy, because he knew Ron well: he was incompetent, reckless, jealous, poor, and stubborn.

Especially this mouth, it's so dirty that it makes people sick. How could he bear to leave at this time when he can best display his fighting ability?

Malfoy then snatched the telescope from his men and began to look for Ron and Benneville. Finally, he saw them sneaking through the crowd, and the direction they were heading was... actually Snape!

Now Malfoy completely understood that this group of shameless Gryffindor mudbloods were actually going to disturb Snape's efforts to win for Slytherin.

Can Malfoy tolerate this?

So he drew his wand and rushed towards Snape with his men Goyle and Crabbe, intending to surround their great and benevolent headmaster Snape.

Neville's face turned pale as well. He said, "Are we really going to attack Professor Snape?"

"Neville, Snape wants to kill Harry, so Harry can only rely on us." Ron answered firmly, although he was also trembling with panic in his heart.

"Okay, for Harry's sake, but we can't be too harsh."

Neville nodded. He was still a principled man like in the original novel, but his timidity had improved a lot.

After all, he was already a well-known good friend of Harry in Gryffindor, and with the support of Ron and Harry, his nature, which had been suppressed by his grandmother's education since childhood, began to show up little by little.

Soon, the two men came behind Snape, who was concentrating on casting a spell on Harry at this time - in fact, he was helping Harry to remove the spell. The person who actually cast the spell on Harry was Quirrell, who was not far behind him on the right. Both of them were now watching the game in the adult seats.

Snape had been keeping an eye on Quirrell ever since Dolly's accident.

But Quirrell's acting skills were excellent, and if he didn't take action, Snape really had no way to deal with him.

But this time Quirrell attacked again, and Snape had no chance to take him down directly, because he had to make sure Harry was not seriously injured first.

This is Snape's contradictory attitude towards Harry. He can bully and even abuse Harry, and let Harry suffer physical pain and even mental trauma, but letting Harry suffer fractures and more serious injuries touches Snape's bottom line.

After all, this is Lily's child, the only heir. If he wants to make him suffer, only Snape himself can do it.

Quirrell, a guy who is considered a small figure among the Death Eaters, wanted to curse Harry under his nose. Even if it was not for Snape to protect Harry, he would still teach him a lesson.

Of course, everything will have to be decided after he defeats Quirrell head-on.

However, this duel of spells was much more difficult than Snape had imagined.

As a man with rich practical experience, Snape would theoretically have an overwhelming advantage over ordinary wizards, but now the two of them have been chanting spells for a while, but Harry can only hang in the air with difficulty.

At least under the conditions where Quirrell cast the curse and Snape cast the antidote, the two men remained in a stalemate.

At this time, Neville and Ron finally arrived and touched Snape's back, which was behind the wooden support under Snape's buttocks.

Snape was in front of them. Both of them were so nervous that their hands and feet were shaking. Their wands were in their hands, but their minds were blank and they couldn't think of anything.

The two looked at each other, not knowing what to do. At this time, Malfoy rushed over and shouted, "What are you doing!"

Ron was startled, and Neville almost fainted.

Seeing it was too late, Ron simply grabbed Neville's hand, and two handles reached out from behind the stand, one of them grabbed one of Snape's boots and shouted, "Pull!"

Neville did as he was told immediately. Snape, who was still chanting the spell, was caught off guard and his feet were pulled directly under the seat, causing him to fall forward in a mess.

Before Ron and Neville could escape, Malfoy rushed up and punched Ron in the face. Ron fought back in pain, and together with Neville, he and the Malfoy trio soon started fighting.

At this time, Quirrell was the only one chanting the spell. Harry was about to be thrown off, and finally a smug smile appeared on the corner of his mouth.

This time, he is sure to win.

Last time he almost messed up Dark Magic's revenge plan and almost made the Dark Lord lose his trust in him. This time he should be able to impress the Dark Lord, right?

But at this moment, butterflies with big bellies - their wings were butterfly-shaped, but their bellies were in the shape of fireworks - flew over and landed on his head and even on his shoulders. This scene would have been very eye-catching, but now everyone was watching Snape struggling desperately to get up, so naturally they wouldn't care about a few butterflies.

Maybe these butterflies are mutant species and they just like the smell of garlic on Quirrell?

One of the butterflies even landed on Quirrell's lips, which scared Quirrell, who was chanting spells and spitting saliva. He quickly slapped the butterfly off his face and continued chanting spells.

And this butterfly that was shot down, the big-bellied butterfly that looked like a firework - well, it was indeed a firework, because it was stained with Quirrell's saliva and had been ignited.

In an instant, countless magic fireworks exploded in front of Quirrell, and countless sparkling little stars flew everywhere, while the big-bellied butterflies on Quirrell's head and body also exploded one after another.

The entire adult audience was instantly thrown into chaos, and everyone subconsciously stayed away from Quirrell. Quirrell was also caught off guard by the sudden fire, and hurriedly tried to slap away the magical fireworks in front of him.

But some black smoke had been burned on his body, and the same was true for the headband wrapped around his hair. After all, there were the most butterfly fireworks staying there.

Seeing this, the wizards around took out their wands and immediately cast Clear Spring Water on Quirrell to help Quirrell extinguish the fireworks.