Hogwarts, a Scholar Becomes a God

Over the Quidditch field, Harry grabbed his broom, like a **** a steel pipe, spinning, jumping, and never stopping.

The people in the stands below were worried about him.

"Did there be a problem with the broom when Flint ran into him just now?" Seamus guessed in a low voice.

"Impossible," Hagrid's voice trembled slightly, "except for powerful black magic, nothing can interfere with a broomstick. It is impossible for a child to master this kind of magic."

Hearing this, Hermione quickly reacted and grabbed Hagrid's telescope. Instead of looking up at Harry, she began to look at the crowd calmly.

"What are you doing?" Ron glared at Hermione. He felt that the other party was too calm, and he didn't seem to be worried about Harry.

Of course, he didn't see the expression on his cousin Clark's face, otherwise he would have been blamed.

And Hermione saw what she guessed, but she didn't say anything, just turned her head to look at Clark again.

At this time, Clark had just withdrawn his eyes from Quirrell's body, and the two looked at each other. Clark nodded slightly, and after receiving his instructions, Hermione said: "It's Snape, look! "

Ron quickly grabbed the binoculars, and saw Snape standing in the middle of the stand opposite them, staring at Harry tightly, mumbling words silently.

"Oh~, it's Snape, he's doing bad things, he's casting a curse on Harry's broom!" Ron exclaimed and shouted.

"What should we do?" In this case, Ron was completely panicked and could only ask Clark, who he trusted most, for help.

"It's alright, look at me." Clark stood up directly, and without waiting for Ron to say a word, he slipped into the crowd, and Hermione followed decisively.

"It's Quirrell casting a spell on Harry's broom." There were many people in the stands, and the voices were very noisy, which made Hermione only able to hear what he said clearly by sticking close to Clark.

"Why? I only saw Professor Snape chanting a spell." Hermione whispered into Clark's ear, the wind tickling him.

"Silent casting and stickless casting! These are two very clever casting techniques. Snape can't harm Harry. Remember what Hagrid said? Snape likes Harry's mother!"

Clark didn't make any further explanations, but Hermione had completely believed his words, "Then what should we do?"

"It's not the time to expose Quirrell yet, so let's just pretend we don't know. You'd better interrupt Snape, and I'll deal with Quirrell."

When the two hurried to the teachers' stand, Harry in the sky was about to fall because of the shaking of the broom!

Everyone stood up, worried for Harry, who was in deep danger. His teammates flew forward and tried to pull him onto the broom, but the broom avoided them by coincidence every time.

They could only descend below Harry, and if he fell, everyone would be able to catch him.

At this time, while they were distracted, Marcus Flint of the Slytherin team grabbed the Quaffle and made a shameless five shots, but no one paid attention to him.

And Clark and Hermione made their way through the crowd with difficulty and came to the stand where Snape was. Of course, Quirrell was also here, sitting behind Snape.

The two walked quickly along the row of seats at the back of the stand. As they got closer and closer to Quirrell, Clark could clearly smell a pungent garlic smell, which was emanating from Quirrell's turban.

It was precisely because of this smell that a circle of seats were vacated by Quirrell's side. Those little wizards would rather stand and squeeze than sit next to him.

However, only Clark was keenly aware of the magic fluctuations hidden under the smell of garlic. The fluctuations were extremely subtle, like the feeling of mosquito wings brushing against your soul in a mosquito net in summer, full of malice.

If Clark hadn't known from the beginning that this guy was not a good person, and put all his attention on him, he wouldn't have found such deeply hidden traces of black magic.

Clark's brows loosened a little. It seemed that Quirrell didn't rely entirely on his own strength.

At this time, Hermione was already rushing towards the seat behind Snape, because she was so anxious, which made her movements a bit rude and reckless, and naturally knocked Quirrell to the ground.

Hermione didn't stop to apologize, but Clark on the side responded quickly.

"Professor Quirrell, be careful!"

I saw him stretch out his hand and grab Quirrell's hood, fast and hastily, as if to hold the teacher to prevent him from hitting the ground with his face.

However, Quirrell's reaction was quicker. Instead of the slowness he had shown before, he avoided Clark's grab by the slightest millimeter. At the same time, his left hand, which was waving wildly because he fell to the ground, also grabbed tightly. Holds Clark's wrist.

It was like that when Quirrell was about to fall to the ground, Clark just stretched out his hand to let him sit up and stabilize his body.

"Professor, are you alright?" Clark asked with concern, but he secretly estimated that Quirrell's agility attribute must be at least 13-14, and his response is not slow!

And Quirrell, who lowered his head, also had cold light in his eyes, but when he raised his head, his face had changed to a grateful expression.

"Oh, thank you, classmate Clark."

The two looked at each other and smiled. UU read www.uukanshu.com as if a teacher was kind and filial. Occasionally, the little wizard who saw it all praised Clark's behavior.

"Professor, you hurt me."

Clark kindly reminded Professor Quirrell, because after he stood up, he kept holding Clark's wrist.

"Ah, oh, sorry, the teacher didn't respond for a while."

Quirrell let go of Clark's wrist, and he could see that a red palm print appeared on his wrist. - The power is not small!

The two of them seemed to have not seen each other, still talking and laughing.

At this moment, there was some disturbance in the front row, and Professor Snape suddenly howled and jumped up from his seat.

A bright blue flame ran around him, making him look like a burning man, extremely scary.

Seeing that Hermione had succeeded, Clark was no stranger to this kind of flame, because it was the effect of the magic oil he invented when it was ignited.

And when everyone was attracted by Snape's movement, Hermione had already run back along the seat, disappeared into the crowd with Clark - Snape didn't know what happened.

By the time Hermione and Clark returned to the Gryffindor stand, Harry in the air had already climbed back to his broom. Not only that, but he also landed quickly to the ground, as if he was too frightened to fly by the accident just now.

But before the Slytherin students laughed at him, Harry, who fell to the ground, covered his mouth with his hands, coughed as if he was about to vomit, and then saw a golden object fall into his hand.

"I've caught the Snitch!" he yelled, waving his hands over his head, the golden light flashing in his hands, and triumphing through hardships, making him a hero on the field.