Natural Magic at Hogwarts

Chapter 132
It was Masku Flint, captain of the Slytherin Quidditch team, who stopped Tom.

Tom looked at him indifferently, like a cat looking at a mouse, his eyes full of teasing. Was he too low-key and let these guys come and piss him off from time to time?

If he hadn't been resurrected yet...

"Boy, I know your mother works in the Ministry of Magic, but don't forget, I am a pure-blood family in the UK."

"Listen, tomorrow is the Quidditch match, and Dumbledore has made a new rule that all players use one kind of broom!"

Masku's eyes were filled with anger. This was simply unfair. Broomsticks were also part of the players. Those poor guys should be allowed to buy their own brooms instead of depriving them of them.

"You, go and put this broom in the Quidditch equipment room on the first floor."

Masku threw the broom to Tom, and then threatened: "Don't say no, we all know that Oded has not accepted you, do you want to find a backer?"

"Haha, be obedient, kid!" Masku patted Tom's face and turned away mockingly.

Tom's pupils turned red, and a black magic slowly condensed on his hand, but quickly dissipated.

"The Flint family, right?"

……

The next day, Bree was woken up early in the morning by Draco who ran to the corner building and brought to the Quidditch pitch.

But it looks like the situation is not good at this time.

"what!"

Draco was wearing a Quidditch uniform and was looking at the group of Slytherin players in front of him in disbelief, especially Masku. At this time, he was trying not to look at Bree and said sternly: "You With Malfoy out, we can't continue to put you in the Seeker position, you can only be a substitute!"

"No, we clearly agreed that I would donate to the team..."

"No, this was an agreement before the rules. Now the rules have been changed by Dumbledore. We are now using a unified broom competition. You can take your broom back and play by yourself."

"Hmph, Slytherin House, I have the final say."

With that said, Masku threw the Nimbus 2001 donated by Draco in front of Draco, and the other players hurriedly followed. The sound of the bang hitting the ground hit Draco's heart, making his The head kept lowering.

Seeing the resolute expressions of the Slytherin players, Draco was completely disappointed. He gritted his teeth and said, "You untrustworthy guy, you are despicable!"

Masku glared at Draco with wide eyes, but Draco was not afraid of him at all. He straightened his back and cursed: "In order to have one more chance, you even deliberately failed and repeated the grade, but now you obey the rules! "

"The Flint family, right? I, Malfoy, remember it. Just wait until you are kicked out of the position of heir!"

Masku's eyes turned cold and he stepped forward, but a gust of wind blew by, completely extinguishing his anger, leaving only a chill.

"Mascu Flint, what are you going to do?"

Bree stared at Mascu, and under his gaze, Mascu levitated uncontrollably, struggling in mid-air.

"Put me down, Oded. Don't think I'm really afraid of you. If you dare to attack me, the Flint family won't let you go!"

Is this a threat?

Bree looked at Snape who was silent in the distance, and said without much worry: "Maybe deducting some points will not hurt Slytherin. For example, if a player falls from the air and is replaced by a substitute, superior."

"Brie..." Draco's hand grasped Bree's hand. His eyes were still full of anger, but at this time, the seeker's position was no longer what he wanted.

"I will quit the team. At least I won't participate in the Quidditch game this year."

It seemed that after a glance at Masku, Draco said disdainfully: "With such a captain leading the team, how is it possible to win? Even if he is in the first year, he can't do it."

After saying that, Draco pulled Bree out of the backstage, and Masku suddenly fell to the ground.

"fine……"

No one helped him at all. Masku retracted his outstretched hand in embarrassment and stood up slowly.

"Let's go warm up!"

Soon, the game started. The Slytherin side was mediocre. Except for Masku, they were all handsome guys. The Gryffindor side was a little more varied. Hermione and Harry were both sophomores, and the rest were seniors. students, but no one underestimated Hermione and Harry.

"Hermione!"

"Chairman, come on!"

"Blast them!"

……

"Shh!"

"Whoosh!"

On the court, with Mrs. Hooch's whistle, the red and green golfers flew into the sky, the Quaffle and Bludger kept shuttling, but the Snitch was still there.

Off the court, Bree sat in the stands with Draco, who was still angry, and Tom was found next to him. Tom looked at Mascu who kept scolding his teammates on the stage, his face darkened, and he smiled gloomily. laugh.

Then he walked out, after all, some good things needed his control.

At this time, the little wizards guarding the Oude Club were also managing order everywhere, which made their faces full of pride.

At this time, the Golden Snitch appeared!

"Ow, hurry up!"

"Whoosh whoosh!"

But while Harry and Masku were chasing the Golden Snitch, Harry's broom suddenly became unstable...

"what!"

Why is it like this again!

Harry collapsed and clutched his broom tightly to prevent himself from falling. The professors in the audience were watching this scene. Professor McGonagall drew out her wand exceptionally skillfully and was always ready to catch Harry.

Snape looked around, especially Lockhart, but Lockhart was raising his wand crazily at this time and said loudly: "Don't worry, Professor Lockhart has already anticipated this situation. Everything will happen." Leave it all to me!"

Well, Snape withdrew his gaze. He thought that he must have been in contact with the little troll too much and was influenced to suspect an idiot professor.

"Is Potter doing ballet?"

Beside Bree, Draco was staring at Harry with a mocking look on his face.

Bree left silently and helplessly.

Just now, he sensed a fluctuation in space, coming from the direction Azar left.

And when Bree walked to the corner, she saw a weird house elf staring at Harry in the sky, casting magic, as if it controlled the broom.

"Whoosh!"

In the sky, the struggling broom finally stopped, but soon, a long-planned Bludger rushed towards Harry.

"bump!"

"what!"

Harry fell from above, and Masku's face in mid-air was full of doubts, but soon he found the Golden Snitch in the hands of Potter who had just fallen.

"No!"

Masku immediately chased Porter, trying to grab the Golden Snitch for a foul, but the Bludger just rushed towards him even more crazily and hit him hard on the head.

"bump!"

After Harry, Masku fell hard to the ground, but this time no professors noticed, and no one caught him in time.

"Quickly imprisoned!"

On this side, Bree waved her hand, and a magic spell instantly climbed onto the house elf's wrist, stopping its magic.

"You're not a house-elf at Hogwarts."

Bree walked up to it and looked inquiringly at the tattered pillowcase on it. This was obviously some unwanted house-elf.

Was this kicked out?
But why did you attack Harry? Weird...

"Let go, Dobby is going to stop Mr. Harry Potter and let him leave Hogwarts!"

Powerful magic spreads through Dobby, even affecting the binding spell cast by Bree.

And Dobby stared at Bree, roaring like an enemy: "It's the bad guys who stop Dobby, the bad guys who hurt Harry Potter!"

A burst of magic energy rushed out from Dobby's body, brushed past Bree's body and flew away.

"Passed out!"

"bump!"

Dobby fell to the ground. Bree waved his hand to shrink it and put it in his pocket. This house elf actually showed murderous intent towards him. Let him stay and study it. Bree just needed someone with a reason to attack. House elf.

But at this moment, a sound wave struck from the sky, and the Bludger that had just hit Masku was hit by Dobby's magic power, and rushed towards Bree's lower back at an even more violent speed.

"Forehead!"

"bump!"

Tom rolled down at Bree's feet, hunched over, trying to cover his bleeding waist.

"Azar?"

Bree looked at the Bludger bouncing on the ground and felt a chill on his back. Although he had time to react and save himself, his waist was still aching from the two attacks last year.

Bree knelt down and looked at Tom frowning in pain, and he touched the bleeding wound.

"Don't move around, I'll treat you."

A soft green light emitted from Bree's hand, slowly touching the broken flesh and blood. After seeing the wound heal and recover, Bree felt relieved to help Tom up.

"There is a crack in your back. I have to take you to the campus hospital for treatment."

Holding Tom's back, Bree sighed and said, "You don't have to block it for me, I can avoid it."

Tom gritted his teeth and laughed.

"I don't want to see you get hurt, Bree."

Looking into Tom's sincere eyes, Bree felt a little uncomfortable. He said ambiguously: "Maybe, who knows."

Tom looked at Bree's awkward expression and smiled deeper.

Sure enough, it was right not to stop the magic just now, but this house elf is indeed the lowest creature. As a slave, he dared to attack the wizard!
"Quick, take Flint to the school hospital!"

At this time, the court was in chaos, and all the little wizards did not dare to breathe loudly, even Gryffindor, who had just won the victory. Of course, this had to exclude one person, and that was Lockhart.

Lockhart was walking up to Harry in a flamboyant manner. He did not dare to attack Masku, who was covered in blood. In order to gain attention, he had no choice but to attack Harry, who had a broken arm.

"Oh, let me do it. I can easily take care of Harry Potter's minor injury."

As he spoke, he pulled out his wand, and before Hermione and Ron could stop it, they saw Lockhart showing off his row of shining teeth and loudly said: "Don't worry, look at mine!"

As he spoke, he pointed to Harry's arm.

Harry's arms seemed to have been hollowed out, and the entire sleeve collapsed.

The arm is missing...

Bree said to Tom thoughtfully: "Did Lockhart use the extraction spell just now? It looked very precise."

With that said, Bree looked at Tom's waist and said, "Do you want one too? Maybe it can pull out your waist."

(End of this chapter)