Hogwarts: Voldemort, don't stop me from studying

Chapter 37 Quidditch

Wade didn't know that Professor Mori had high hopes for him after just a brief encounter. He was just happy that his alchemy studies, which were like groping in the dark, could finally receive professional guidance.

After returning to the auditorium, the four long tables were empty, with only a few students who had slept in the morning eating breakfast leisurely. Today was Sunday, and most students would not get up early, so the breakfast time was extended by half an hour accordingly.

Wade casually took two sandwiches and saw West More, the sixth-year Ravenclaw boy prefect, at the end of the long table. He walked over and sat next to him, "Good morning, West."

"Good morning, Wade." West said lazily, "It's rare to see you sleeping in."

Wade leaned forward and moved closer: "West, do you know who the alchemy professor at the school is?"

"Of course, it's Professor Terrence Murray," West said. "I took his advanced class this year - why do you ask?"

"Because I'm very interested in alchemy, I wanted to learn about it in advance." Wade didn't mention his chance encounter in the morning, but asked, "Who is Professor Murray? I don't think anyone mentioned him when I was a freshman."

"Of course. Professor Murray is usually not in school. You can't see him at the freshman orientation or the Halloween party." West said as a matter of course: "He is a famous alchemist. It is said that his alchemy level is second only to Nick Flamel. Of course, everyone recognizes Nick Flamel as the greatest alchemist of the contemporary era. There are at least five or six people who are called "Nick Flamel II". But Professor Murray is not the kind of person who seeks fame. He really has something."

West suddenly came closer and lowered his voice with yearning, saying, "You know what? Professor Murray even has shares in the Nimbus Broomstick Company and Wizard Radio. He is a guest of the famous singer Celestina Warbeck. He also cooperates with the Ministries of Magic in various countries and has participated in the reconstruction of at least three Ministries of Magic. This past Halloween, he participated in the Carcassonne Alchemy Seminar in France. Only the top alchemists will receive invitations."

"So a busy man like him -" West resumed his normal voice, "It's already good enough for him to take time out every week to teach us. He can't live in the school like other professors, and he basically won't eat in the school auditorium. But it's a very wise choice for you to start learning alchemy now. In this way, when you officially study with Professor Murray in the sixth grade, you will definitely make a big splash. Maybe you will be accepted as a real apprentice by him, and you will reach the top in one step!"

"What do you mean by overnight success?" West's friend Benson suddenly said. He appeared out of nowhere, with messy hair and unwashed toothpaste foam on his face. He grabbed a pie from the table and urged West without waiting for his answer, "Hurry up, or you won't be able to get a good seat if you go too late."

"Wait!" West took out his wand and cast a [Clean Up] on him, then said, "Why are you in such a hurry? The match between Gryffindor and Slytherin will start in half an hour! And they are flying in the air, so it doesn't matter where they sit."

"How can it be the same? If only the seats behind the pillars are left, we won't be able to see the wonderful scene! And I don't want to sit with the Slytherins..." Benson muttered, dragging West towards the stadium.

West turned around and said, "Well, Wade, you'd better hurry up--"

Before he could finish his words, he was dragged out of the auditorium.

Wade then realized that the reason why there were so few people in the hall was not because many students were sleeping in, but because most of them had gone to the Quidditch field. He had experienced so many things from last night to now that he had completely forgotten that the first Quidditch game was today.

After Benson urged West to leave, the few students in the hall seemed to realize that time was running out, and they hurried out. Wade drank a cup of hot water that appeared out of thin air in front of him, and then walked towards the Quidditch field.

Almost all the students in the school came here, and many of them held binoculars in their hands in order to see the game clearly. The stands were packed, and the seats were raised to the middle of the sky. Ravenclaw and Hufflepuff students mixed with Gryffindors, while Slytherins huddled together. In the highest row, Gryffindor students hung a huge banner with the letters "Potter Must Win" flashing in different colors, and someone even drew a vivid lion on it.

The players of both teams filed out of the locker room. The students in the entire stadium were shouting and clapping. Although there were only a few hundred people, it seemed as if they had roared out the momentum of a stadium of ten thousand people. The players, like NBA stars, accepted the encouragement and cheers from their respective colleges.

Wade first climbed up to the top tier of the stands and soon found his target - several professors who came to the stadium to watch the game probably didn't want to be crowded with students, so they gathered in the same area. Especially Professor Snape, who looked like a black crow, was easy to find.

Then Wade soon saw Quirrell too - he was very close to Professor Snape, with a large scarf wrapped around his head, staring intently at Harry Potter riding on his broom, with a blush on his pale face, as if he was also infected by the warm atmosphere on the scene.

As Madam Hooch blew the whistle, the players from both teams flew up into the sky and turned into small black dots in the blink of an eye. Almost all the students in the stands stood up subconsciously, looking up, trying to identify the players from both teams, and occasionally exclaiming as the battle progressed.

Wade squeezed through the crowd with difficulty, listening to the passionate commentary of Gryffindor student Lee Jordan: "Flint didn't score! Gryffindor goalkeeper Wood intercepted the ball with a beautiful move--"

As the players of the two teams were attacking and defending, Wade had already squeezed to the stands where the professors were. Then, under the cover of the students on both sides, he quietly stretched out his wand, and then waved it quickly!
Quirrell was applauding Gryffindor's goal and smiling along with the professors beside him, completely ignoring Snape's dark face not far away.

Just as he was secretly preparing to cast a spell on Harry Potter's broom, his body suddenly lunged out, rolling uncontrollably along the stands, even knocking down several students.

It looked exactly like Professor Quirrell had been too excited while watching the game and had accidentally fallen down.

Everyone helped them up and saw Quirrell covering his nose with his hands, with two lines of blood flowing down his nose.

"How are you, Professor Quirrell?" Professor Sprout asked concernedly.

At the same time, Lee Jordan's ecstatic voice rang out -

"Harry Potter caught the Golden Snitch! Gryffindor won by one hundred and seventy points to twenty! This is a great victory! Great Harry Potter! He defeated the Slytherin team in his first time as Seeker!"

Quirrell, with blood all over his face, suddenly turned around and stared blankly at the celebrating Gryffindor team, forgetting to hide his suddenly ugly expression. Fortunately, people were cheering and almost no one noticed the change in his expression.

The word "almost" was because Professor Snape, whose face was also livid, was staring at him gloomily.

Behind Quirrell, behind a wall of people, Wade quietly retracted his wand. He took one last look at Quirrell, then mixed in with the excited students and returned to the castle.

(End of this chapter)