Hogwarts, a Scholar Becomes a God

The high platform where Clark is located can see the overall situation and is a very suitable location for viewing.

Sitting on it and watching the game, listening to the warm cheers in my ears, hugging and high-fiveing ​​with my friends, even gave Clark the illusion that he was watching the World Cup.

Fortunately, the broomstick whizzing past brought him back to reality.

The game on the field continued to progress. The Gryffindor team had a good start, but the good times did not last long, and the score was quickly broken by the Slytherin team.

Just as the little wizards in Gryffindor were worried about the situation on the field, a loud voice sounded behind Clark.

"I'm sorry, little guy, please let me go."

"Hagrid!"

Ron and Neville squeezed each other to make room for Hagrid to sit in.

"I'm sorry, but something suddenly happened in the Forbidden Forest. I should have come to cheer Harry earlier. How is the situation? The Snitch is still missing, right?"

"I didn't see it," Ron shook his head. "The game has just started."

"That's good, ah, no, I mean as long as there's no trouble, you're lucky." Hagrid explained awkwardly, raised the large telescope hanging on his chest, and laboriously looked at a small figure in the air. Point - that's Harry.

At this moment, he was circling above the arena, watching six directions, listening to all directions, feeling very nervous, not daring to let go of any movement.

However, the situation on the field began to reverse. The Slytherin players were stronger and more shameless. It can be said that they perfectly inherited the talent of the British Muggle football hooligans.

Deliberately ramming, blocking the way, talking trash, coupled with rude gestures and expressions, successfully angered the Gryffindor players, causing them to make frequent mistakes.

Seeing the difference in the score getting bigger and bigger, Harry's mood became more and more urgent. If the difference was more than 150 points, even if he caught the Snitch, he would still be considered a loser.

Suddenly, the corner of his eye caught a golden light, which seemed to be the trace of a Snitch. So Harry dived towards the target excitedly, and the Slytherin Seeker Terence Higgs, who was watching him all the time, naturally saw it and hurriedly followed.

The two flew towards the Snitch side by side. The Chasers around seemed to have forgotten what they were supposed to do, hovering in the air one by one, watching the two of them.

Clark and the others could see it clearly from the side, Harry with the Nimbus 2000 was obviously faster than Higgs.

But the next moment.

Bang!

The Gryffindor boys beside Clark let out an angry roar.

Seeing that he couldn't catch up with Harry, that Marcus Flint deliberately bumped the end of Harry's broom. It jerked Harry's broomstick out of the way, but Harry grabbed it tightly, spinning it a few times in the air.

"Foul!" The Gryffindors shouted loudly, and Clark pointed his wand to his throat, amplifying his voice, which startled Hermione beside him.

Madam Hooch, the referee, angrily rebuked Flint and then ordered Gryffindor to take a free-kick in front of the goal post.

But, of course, amid the chaos, the Golden Snitch disappeared from sight again.

In the stands, Dean Thomas shouted: "Send him off, referee! Red card!"

"This is not football, Dean," Ron reminded him kindly on the side, "You can't send someone off in a Quidditch match—and, what's a red card?"

But Hagrid agreed with Dean.

"They should have changed the rules of the game. Flint almost knocked Harry down in the air."

This conflict became the fuse that detonated the battlefield, and the competition on the field became more intense. The Gryffindor players quickly gave up the bottom line. If they couldn't fight, then join it.

However, apart from watching the game, Clark's attention was more on the teacher's bench.

As a fan who has watched seven original books and eight movies, he knows exactly what will happen next.

If nothing else, Voldemort is about to attack Harry in this Quidditch game.

Sure enough, when Harry once again dodged a Bludger that swiped his scalp like a cannonball, something went wrong.

Clark noticed that Harry's broom suddenly vibrated terribly, so frightened that he gripped the broom handle tightly and clamped it tightly with his knees.

"Come on!" Clark thought to himself.

The shaking of the broom was not an accident, one or two. Before everyone noticed Harry, his Nimbus 2000 suddenly went crazy, shaking desperately, as if trying to throw him off. of.

At this time, the Slytherin team on the court scored another goal, and the little snake in the stands cheered, but Harry had no intention of paying attention to these.

At least Harry couldn't control his broom. The Nimbus 2000 jumped up and down, drawing waves one by one. In the frantic convulsions, it rose higher and higher, taking Harry away from the arena. .

"God, what is Harry trying to do?" Hagrid, who was wearing a telescope, happened to see this scene, so he murmured in confusion.

"If I hadn't known him that well, I would have thought he couldn't control his broom—but he couldn't..."

Suddenly, everyone in the stands pointed at Harry. It turned out that his broom had thrown Harry off in a violent tumbling action. He now had only one hand on the broom handle, hanging in the air.

While everyone was paying attention to Harry, Clark's eyes were fixed on Quirrell on the teacher's bench.

No, no action at all.

Yes, Quirrell and the other little wizards reacted the same, they all looked at Harry nervously, as if all this had nothing to do with him.

"Silent casting, wandless casting, Quirrell's magic level~www.readwn.com~ is not as inferior as he shows."

Because of the disordered nature of chaotic magic, every little wizard needs to have a wand of his own before entering school to help them guide magic and prevent injury.

However, everything has its pros and cons. As an auxiliary tool, the wand also suppresses the potential of the wizard's development. Especially when young wizards grow up, the help of the wand will also cause a certain dependence, resulting in a decline in the wizard's ability to control and stabilize magic power.

It's as if modern Muggles are used to typing on a computer, and they often pick up a pen and can't start.

In this case, being able to cast spells without a wand is already a very powerful skill.

While silent spellcasting is not that difficult compared to staffless spellcasting, it is also an advanced spellcasting skill that can only be learned by sixth- and seventh-year Hogwarts students.

The combination of these two spellcasting techniques can make the casting of spells invisible, whether it is a sudden sneak attack or preventing opponents from targeting spells, it is very useful.

Seeing Quirrell's performance, Clark's expression became solemn. Others thought he was worried about Harry. Only Clark himself knew that he was scared because of Quirrell's strength.

But also, don't look at this Professor Quirrell as a joke in class, he graduated from Ravenclaw with excellent grades.

After graduating, he applied for a job as a professor of Muggle Studies, and was promoted to a teacher of Defense Against the Dark Arts at Hogwarts, which itself has demonstrated his strength.

In addition, he was willing to become Voldemort's body, and he must have gained a lot of benefits. It is not surprising that this happened.

It's just that, maybe Clark's plan has to be reconsidered.