Harry returns from Hogwarts Legacy

Chapter 42 Dumbledore Senior Crisis
The game began, and Harry leisurely rode his broom, looking for the Golden Snitch in the sky.

"Just stay aside," Wood said, leaning over. "When you see the Snitch, go up. We don't want you to be attacked too early."

"Okay, Captain," Harry nodded.

"Beautiful! Angelina Johnson, the Gryffindor Chaser, leaps up to catch the ball, swerves and spins around, and finds that she has outrun all her opponents - the Slytherin defender behind her is pulling at her trousers desperately, but cannot stop her - 10 points for Gryffindor!" shouted commentator Lee Jordan.

"Yeah!" There was a cheer from the three colleges in the audience, mixed with the roar of Slytherin.

After Gryffindor scored, it was Slytherin's turn to counterattack.

It was just because Gryffindor's goalkeeper Wood was so good that they couldn't get past Wood and throw the ball into any goal.

"Look, Gryffindor is fighting back again - beautiful, Arya Spinnet, she is a talent discovered by Oliver Wood, and was only a substitute last year..." Lee Jordan almost spoke out in one breath: "Oh my God, this ball was intercepted by Slytherin captain Flint, let's see how Gryffindor will respond next - oh, beautiful, Arya's interception is no less than the previous one!"

"Oh no, what happened to Arya's pass? She actually passed the ball into the hands of a Slytherin player - Merlin's beard! Gryffindor was about to give up, but unexpectedly a miracle happened. It was an unintentional long pass, and the ball flew away and bounced on Angelina's developed chest muscles. Angelina took the opportunity to throw the ball into the goal. Gryffindor, another goal!"

Lee Jordan had just finished his rapid-fire yell when Professor McGonagall slapped him on the back of the head.

"You are not allowed to comment on anything that has nothing to do with the game!" Professor McGonagall glared at him.

Lee Jordan had no choice but to continue explaining honestly, but he no longer had the spirit he had just had.

Gryffindor once again seized the opportunity to organize an attack. Harry was watching from the sky when he heard Wood's terrified roar.

"Harry! No!"

Harry clicked on the suit, activating the armor wards he had overlaid on his armor.

Flint, who had hit the Bludger, smiled wickedly. He was already imagining the tragic scene of Gryffindor's little Seeker being shot down.

However, what no one expected was that a muffled "bang" sound was heard from the sky.

Harry was unharmed, and the Bludger ricocheted off.

"Harry, are you okay?" Fred hurried forward and hit the Bludger hard in Flint's direction.

"I'm fine." Harry patted his clothes without any panic.

As soon as he answered, he saw a golden light.

It was the Golden Snitch! He immediately pressed down the head of his broom and sped up to chase the light.

Slytherin's Seeker, Terence Higgins, also saw it, and the two of them ran towards the Snitch side by side - at this time, the Chasers seemed to have forgotten what they were supposed to do, and they hovered in the air, watching the fierce fight between the two with bated breath.

Harry's broom was excellent and his flying ability was better than Higgins's. He was already two body lengths ahead of his opponent.

"Danger!" Angelina's shrill warning came from above.

Of course Harry also noticed Marcus Flint running towards him, and he took a deep breath, readying himself for the collision.

He also secretly bent his arm so that he could use his hardest elbow to defend and counterattack.

"Oh!"

With a muffled sound, Flint let out a scream and flew out like a kite with a broken string.

Harry turned his head and gave Flint in mid-air a wicked smile.

Ah, this feeling was really great. But he didn't feel happy for long, because he found that the head of the broom suddenly sank down.

what happened?

Harry quickly lifted up his broom and thus avoided the fate of crashing.

However, what followed was a violent shaking, as if the broom had consciousness and wanted to shake him down.

Who is it? Who is putting a curse on my broom?

The first thing Harry thought of was that someone wanted to harm him, but he had been in Hogwarts for such a long time and had no enemies with anyone.

Malfoy? Oh no, this guy hates me, but he doesn't have the ability.

He held the broom tightly in his right hand and slapped the handle with his left hand.

"Finite!" he shouted.

The broom quickly stabilized, but before Harry could breathe a sigh of relief, it began to shake violently again.

"Harry, look at Harry!" Ron pointed to the sky and shouted in horror from the Gryffindor seat: "Harry's broom is out of control!"

Hermione snatched the telescope from Neville's hand and held it in front of her eyes.

"This shouldn't happen - considering Harry's flying level, and this is a new broom given to him by Professor McGonagall, how could this happen?" Ron muttered anxiously beside her.

"I know!" Hermione replied eagerly, "Shut up first! Ron! Let me see what's going on!"

She immediately took the telescope and looked in Snape's direction, and got the result she wanted.

"I should have guessed it long ago!" Hermione put down the telescope and pressed it into Ron's arms: "Look, it's Snape! Snape is doing something bad! He has been staring at Harry with his eyes and muttering to himself. He must be trying to harm Harry!"

"But why did he do that?" Ron asked in confusion, "Isn't he a good friend of Harry's parents? Why did he curse Harry?"

"Never mind!" Hermione looked up at Harry worriedly and said to Ron, "Watch me."

After saying that, she left Ron behind and hurriedly left the Gryffindor seat.

Tianshang felt that Harry was still struggling with the broom. He glanced at the head guest seats out of the corner of his eye, but saw Headmaster Dumbledore sitting steadily in his seat, with no intention of helping at all.

No, Headmaster Dumbledore, are you just going to just watch?

He secretly complained in his heart, are you just going to watch your senior get swept away by the broom?
Harry kept slamming the broom to stop it, and shaking it from side to side as if he had difficulty controlling it, while looking around to see what was happening.

He could land on the ground, but if he did that it would be difficult to find out who had cursed him.

It would be better to take this opportunity to find out who is harboring ill will towards you.

Thinking of this, Harry cast a farsightedness spell on himself and turned his gaze to the faculty seats, and noticed Snape who was staring at him and muttering to himself.

Could it be him?

(Monthly tickets at the hour mark, thank you everyone)

(End of this chapter)