Natural Magic at Hogwarts

Chapter 42 Quidditch

"What does Merlin's magic have to do with you, Mr. Odd, now tell me about Quirrell."

Snape pressed Bree's shoulders and looked at him indifferently, waiting for Bree's answer.

"I saw you too, Dean, on Halloween."

Thinking of Halloween, Snape couldn't help but think of Bree living in the corner building, which made it difficult for him and several professors to find him, and was used as a lecture by other professors because of this.

Before Snape could get even more angry, Bree said: "I came down from the turret that day. I originally wanted to go to the third floor to return Professor Quirrell's notes to him, but when I passed by the fourth floor, I found him sneaking up. Close to the restricted area, and he ducked into the corner as soon as you came, and you walked in,"

"It didn't take long for him to come out of the corner and didn't go near the restricted area again, but I heard what he said about the master and the Sorcerer's Stone. Naturally, I guessed whether there would be something related to the Sorcerer's Stone in the restricted area."

For example, under the trap door under the three-headed dog, this is what Bree saw just now, of course this cannot be brought up now, he is being held by Snape at this moment.

"Master..." Snape's face turned pale, but he quickly covered it up.

"Hmph, I will make it clear to Dumbledore. As for you trespassing into the restricted area..."

Bree's brows jumped. He didn't want to be deducted points, but he was still under the hands of his dean.

"Come to my office and deal with the slugs properly. The Quidditch game brings not only wild play to the little trolls, but also colds. I need a lot of slugs to make the potion. You know this very well. a little."

The color inside the cloth is bitter.

"Yes, I understand."

"Hmph, follow me to the stadium now, and don't come near this place in the future. Forget what you heard, and don't cause any trouble for me!"

"You have to remember you're not a stupid lion, Oded."

"Of course, I am a little snake who knows how to protect myself."

Bree followed Snape's words. At this time, he didn't want to continue to annoy Snape. Now Snape's thoughts may have been attracted by Quirrell. The next step is their own business. Bree only needs to Be quiet for a while.

It is a pity that a lot of time is taken up to go to the restricted area every day.

"Then please hand me your wand first and don't leave my sight today."

……

Bree, who was escorted to the Quidditch pitch by Snape, found a place to sit, trying to be in a place where Snape could see her but as far away from him as possible, because Snape sat in front of Quirrell as soon as he came up. I don't know how Snape tolerated the smell of garlic... maybe it was because some of the potions he brewed smelled worse than garlic.

"Oh!" With an exclamation, the players from Slytherin and Gryffindor also officially entered. Thanks to Snape's giant bat-like pace, Bree didn't waste a second.

"Why didn't I think of bringing a book with me to explore the fourth floor? This was really a mistake. I will never take it for granted again. There will always be surprises in life."

Bree pursed her lips and looked at the scene where silver-green and red-gold collided. As Mrs. Hooch blew the whistle and threw the Quaffle, the game officially began.

On the high platform, a Gryffindor commentator also started to explain non-stop, introducing the players on the field, especially some who entered the team in the first grade, but he was a Gryffindor, and for Slater He didn't have anything nice to say about Lin's people. For example, the shiny Malfoy must have wanted to blind the Gryffindor team with his platinum hair...

Malfoy and Harry were both Seekers, and it was a disaster, as the two began to collide with each other menacingly, even when the Snitch didn't appear.

The game will only stop if the Snitch is caught, and the team that catches it gets 150 points.

Hermione was riding her broom, constantly shuttling back and forth, seizing the opportunity to snatch the Quaffles, while the batsmen of both teams were also constantly knocking away the Quaffles that were crashing around, ensuring the safety of the players and hitting them to the opposite side.

"Oh the Weasley twins hit the opposing batter with the Bludger... great, that's Granger from Gryffindor, she scored!"

"Hmph!" The Slytherins could not help but look at each other, and they all showed a different kind of sinister smile.

The next game was much more interesting, and at least Brie wasn't bored watching it.

"This is a foul! Those bad Slytherins..."

Slytherin's captain, now Beater Masku Flint, nearly knocked Harry off his feet.

"Lee Jordan!" Professor McGonagall stopped Jordan from yelling. Although she was also very angry, she couldn't get angry at this time. The game was not over yet.

"Oh, well, that should blow the whistle, but there are more than 700 ways to foul Quidditch!"

……

"Oh, look!"

The Golden Snitch appears!
The moment the Golden Snitch appeared, Malfoy immediately rushed up on his broom, and Harry was not willing to be outdone to catch up.

The batters on both sides also immediately stepped up their firepower, hitting the Bludgers towards the two of them continuously.

Just as Harry dodged a Bludger that was spinning and grazing his scalp, his broomstick shook so hard that he had to stop and steady it.

Harry kept beating on the broom, red marks forming on his palms.

"Oh!" The little wizards in the audience exclaimed as they looked at Harry who almost fell from the sky.

Harry grabbed the broom handle tightly with both hands and clamped it tightly with his knees. Faced with fear, he almost fell. This was hundreds of meters in the air.

When Harry was in danger in the sky, Malfoy had already chased the Golden Snitch, but just as he was about to catch him, the Golden Snitch disappeared and reached the other side of the stadium.

"Oh, damn it!" Malfoy cursed fiercely, then left and turned to fly towards the Golden Snitch.

……

Logically speaking, Nimbus 2000 should not have lost control like this.

Bree frowned and looked around for the first time. Someone might be up to something in this situation.

Snape?
Bree couldn't believe it. Could it be that Snape was so arrogant that he would even use a curse on Harry Potter in public in order to prevent Harry from winning the championship?
Over the past few months, it had become clear to everyone that Snape was targeting Harry Potter.

"That's really cool... huh?"

Before Bree finished speaking, she saw that Ron Weasley had also noticed Snape's movement, and he was running towards Snape. Bree was not willing to let go for a second, and waited intently. What might happen next.

"No, it's not Snape." Just as Bree was waiting to watch the show, she found that Quirrell behind Snape was also thinking about something, and his eyes were fixed on Harry.

"Do both of these men want to kill Potter?"

At this moment, Ron pushed Snape hard from behind, interrupting Snape's spell, and before Snape could react, Ron staggered to the side.

"It's Quirrell who's casting the spell."

Harry's broom became even more out of control after Snape was interrupted, and Harry could no longer hold on and fell, and his broom flew rapidly towards the audience stand completely uncontrollably.

"what!"

Bree heard the screams around her and felt horrified. The broom was aimed at him, but his wand was taken away by Snape!

hateful!

Bree used all his magic power and cast a spell without a wand: "There are many obstacles!"

In an instant, a transparent barrier spread out in front of Bree, and the broom had already rushed in front of Bree. Behind the barrier, Bree could feel that the barrier was blocking the broom, but he couldn't hold on for long, and he had to avoid it.

At this moment, he felt a contract in his soul tremble.

It was the weak contract Quirrell had made to him.

The contract is mutual. When one party gives help, the other party needs to give the same help. As the help deepens, the binding force of the contract becomes stronger.

Previously, Bree had stayed put so as not to alert others, but Quirrell couldn't wait any longer, perhaps because Bree had used Snape to return the notes.

Bree underestimated Quirrell's ruthlessness. Quirrell was simply a madman and wanted to kill him just because of a notebook.

Great, what about the contract in reverse?
"Ah!" Brie gritted her teeth. The broom that broke through the barrier instantly hit Brie's waist hard. Brie almost cried in pain. His waist was also injured in the last flying lesson. He felt that He was born to have conflicts with brooms, and he knew without looking that this time it was worse than the last time, and he couldn't even stand up.

But he got what he wanted. Looking at Bree who was not dead, Quirrell felt a dull pain in his mind and immediately dodged and left the field.

"Xue, someone comes quickly!"

With the commotion in the auditorium, McGonagall, who had just used the levitation technique to catch Harry, also turned pale. She hurriedly threw Harry on the grass and ran over. Many little wizards who were friends with Bree gathered around. Several laps.

Harry, who was left on the grass, vomited out a Golden Snitch, which he accidentally swallowed in the air, making him look disgusted.

"Get out of the way!" McGonagall squeezed the little wizard away, and the surrounding Quidditch players also gathered around. Snape was limping, and there was not much self-blame on his face. Of course, he also looked at the surrounding people. Looking for someone.

Many professors also came closer, and Sprout even shouted: "Quickly, let's stop the crowd!"

"Oh!" Mag opened Brie's robe and was shocked when she saw the blood flowing from her waist. She picked up the broom that had fallen aside.

"Professor Snape, I hope you can find out who did it!" McGonagall's face was livid, and then she looked at the Quidditch players walking next to her.

"Wood, take Ode Fei to the school hospital quickly."

Upon hearing the order, Wood quickly picked up Bree and flew to Hogwarts Castle on his broomstick. This was his first time flying in the castle.

Bree was in so much pain that he couldn't speak. He could only grit his teeth to hold back from screaming. He remembered this hatred. Quirrell couldn't save him even if the Dark Lord reincarnated!
As Bree was taken to the school hospital, the Quidditch match also ended with a bang. Gryffindor won. Who made Harry Potter swallow the Golden Snitch in mid-air? This is definitely It is news that has been widely reported in the annals of history.

I'm afraid even those professional teams would be stunned for a few seconds after hearing this.

There was a low pressure in Slytherin, especially Malfoy. It was obviously his first chance to catch the Golden Snitch, but he let down his guard because Harry's broom was out of control.

No one will say that he is Malfoy openly, but secretly it is not necessarily the case. At least whether he can play next time is another matter.

On the other side, Hermione, who had just left the field, left before changing her clothes and ran to the school hospital, but the news she received was that Bree needed to rest. If Bree hadn't cast the obstacle spell without a wand, I'm afraid Bree would have traversed the broomstick on the spot. It was so out of control that there were even traces of black magic!
(End of this chapter)