Hogwarts: Becoming the White Lord from Breathing

Chapter 32: The Professor is Casting a Spell
In the teachers' stands, many teachers' attention was attracted by the lively scene on Damon's side.

Looking at Damon waving the huge flag and all the Gryffindor students cheering loudly behind him, Dumbledore narrowed his eyes and raised the corners of his mouth slightly.

Seeing these young people full of energy is the greatest reward for him as the principal.

Snape seemed expressionless, but the corners of his mouth were even more sunken - Damon reminded him of someone who was also very popular when he was a student.

One Potter was already annoying enough for him, and now there was another one. Perhaps he really should find a reason to give this kid extra tuition.

After all, Minerva and Flitwick had already done this, and judging by their praiseful attitudes, the current coursework was quite manageable for the boy.

He swore that if he got the chance, he would teach him all his Potions knowledge - in the most harsh and severe way!
As Madam Hooch blew her silver whistle hard, fifteen flying brooms took off from the ground and rose high into the sky.

The game started.

"The Quaffle was immediately snatched up by Angelina Johnson of Gryffindor - what a brilliant Chaser she was, and very attractive too."

"Jordan!"

"I'm sorry, Professor."

Lee Jordan, a friend of the Weasley twins, was currently commentating the match under the watchful eye of Professor McGonagall.

"Borrow light, borrow light, give way."

Damon looked for a while and found that the giant Hagrid had also come here. To be honest, this was the first time he and Hagrid had met formally.

"Are you Damon? Harry mentioned you to me. He said you were the best wizard in the entire first grade."

"He's exaggerating, Hagrid," Damon said politely, "Harry often mentioned you to me. He said you were the elder he respected most."

"Really? That's what he said!"

Hagrid's eyes lit up and he laughed heartily. His big hands slapped Damon's back hard, again and again, causing his body to tremble slightly.

"Come visit my cottage anytime you like. You're always welcome."

"I would if I had the chance."

Daemon smiled at Hagrid, but not very enthusiastically.

Other time travelers might be very interested in Hagrid's hut, which is full of treasures, but for him, as long as it can be bought with gold Galleons, it is not a problem.

Suddenly, there were angry roars from the stands - a Slytherin student deliberately bumped into Harry, causing Harry's broom to suddenly deviate from its direction and spin in circles in the air, almost falling.

"Foul!" the Gryffindors booed.

"What a brutal sport—especially with those unscrupulous fellows like Slytherin."

Damon shook his head, secretly sighing at the "generosity" of the wizarding world.

This sport, which is full of unexpected events and could cause students to break bones at any time, has no protective measures and even no strict competition rules, yet it is performed so openly in public.

Physical injuries can be healed, but what about spiritual ones?

"Damon, what are you talking about? This is Quidditch! Everyone who can play on the field considers it an honor. What's a little injury?

If it were me, I would be willing to be hospitalized for a whole semester just to win once!"

Ron rarely disagreed with Damon's opinion.

Dai Meng's face trembled - it seems that all the benefits are yours.

Hermione didn't say anything at this time. She looked Damon up and down with her bright eyes, as if she couldn't understand why someone in the world would not like Quidditch.

Hagrid shook his head and said in a deep voice:

"I heard from Harry that you are very good at dueling? If so, you should be good at flying as well. Aren't you planning to join the school's Quidditch team in your second year?" "That depends--" Damon was about to answer when an accident happened again.

Harry's Nimbus 2000 suddenly began to tremble violently, as if it was about to throw him off at any moment.

"Did something happen to the broom handle when Flint bumped into him?" Seamus whispered.

"Impossible," said Hagrid, his voice trembling slightly. "Nothing but powerful Dark Magic can interfere with a broomstick—no child could do that to a Nimbus 2000."

"Yes, it's the professor who is casting the spell."

Damon stood up, throwing a stone that was everywhere in his hand.

Hearing this, Hermione grabbed Hagrid's telescope and looked towards the teachers' table, exclaiming:

"It's Snape, he's casting a spell on Harry! We have to stop him!"

"Nonsense! How could Snape do that!"

Hagrid yelled at Hermione but didn't take any action. Sometimes Damon really didn't know what was going on in the minds of these adult wizards.

He ignored their argument, drew his wand with his right hand, and grabbed the stone with his left hand.

The next moment, the stone in his hand began to deform and lengthen, and in an instant turned into a tailless arrow.

A huge amount of magic power was mobilized in his body, and the place where he stood was affected by the spread of magic power and twisted like noodles.

"Kid? What are you doing!?"

Hagrid felt the surging magic power, and his eyes, as big as light bulbs, widened!
"Wingardium Leviosa!"

Damon did not answer Hagrid's question. Under his control, the arrow quickly turned and locked onto Quirrell's position.

The simplest levitation spell, with a total amount of magic power comparable to Dumbledore's, and infused with the determined will of the spell caster, will burst out with a terrifying and astonishing speed!
"call out!"

The tailless arrow turned into an arrow shot from a bow, and shot towards Quirrell who was quietly casting a spell at a speed that was almost impossible to capture with the naked eye!
"Snapped!"

As the arrow exploded, Quirrell's wand instantly shattered into pieces!

Wow!
The teachers who were still watching Quidditch stood up in panic and released their armor protection with vigilance.

They even thought someone was casting Shatter to Piece, but it missed, and Quirrell's wand was unfortunately hit.

Only Dumbledore glanced meaningfully in Damon's direction and said:
"Sorry, everyone, I was working on a new spell lately and it got a little out of hand."

He suppressed the situation and looked at the panicked Quirrell and said:

"I'm sorry, Professor Quirrell. I'll make it up to you with a new wand later, I promise."

He lowered his head, looked at Quirrell's expression with a slanted look, and sighed in his heart.

Although he knew that Quirrell, who had sold his soul to Voldemort, no longer had any good intentions left in him, he still hoped that one day the other party would hesitate and want to turn back.

Now it seems that he is destined to go down this path to the end.

"Harry! Harry!"

Suddenly cheers rang out in the field. As the interference ended, Harry quickly found the Golden Snitch and ended the game - Gryffindor won with 170 points to 60 points.

After Dumbledore calmed the teachers, he looked at Harry who was surrounded by players on the field, then looked at Damon who was shining brightly in the stands, and his expression became obscure.

It seems.

It's time to use that treasure to see the true hearts of these two young men.

(End of this chapter)