Hogwarts: Nagini captured at the start

Chapter 72 Following the Forbidden Forest

Since learning that Snape would be the referee, the players have changed their previous attitude of complaining and begging for a ten-minute break. Without Wood urging them, they have given 120% of their energy and effort to every simulation game.

Time flies, and more than half a month has passed.

On the afternoon of the match, in the Quidditch stadium locker room, the group was quickly changing into their jerseys.

Suddenly, a gust of cold wind blew in, making people's skin crawl.

Luo Bin grabbed his winter coat and cloak and threw it towards the door curtain.

puff!

The heavy cloak covered Hermione's small face precisely, and by the time she pulled it off, the people inside had already changed into their red ball gowns.

"Why didn't you go to the stands?" Robin asked, taking the cloak from him.

Hermione blushed and said, "I've come to tell you some good news."

"Oh ho, so Snape has been replaced?" Fred exclaimed excitedly.

"Yes! What else could possibly make a little girl leave the stands and run into the boys' section?"

Cough cough! Cough cough!

Robin coughed in time, interrupting George's teasing, and narrowed his eyes, warning him that there should be limits to joking.

"It's boring." "It's extremely dull." The twins looked at each other and laughed.

"Never mind them, their perverse sense of humor is notorious throughout the entire school."

Luo Bin stared at Little Chili's face, which was as red as an apple, and said.

"I didn't take George's joke to heart. I'm here because..."

"Dun Dengbuledo is here to watch the game too!" Ron shouted, lifting the curtain.

One stone stirs up a thousand waves; the explosive news makes the locker room like a boiling cauldron—bubbling incessantly.

Harry breathed a sigh of relief and almost burst out laughing, while Fred and George howled like wolves, and Jason, Bell, and Spinnet chattered like magpies.

Wood walked to the center of the field and banged the drum to control the crowd. "Alright, lads and ladies, even with Dumbledore here, we need to be 200% focused so Snape has no reason to deduct our points. Alright, time's up. Robin, you stay in the locker room."

"no problem."

After Robin finished speaking, he pulled Harry aside and whispered, "In my opinion, even if the headmaster is there, Snape will still cause trouble. Remember, we need to finish this quickly."

Upon hearing this, Harry felt a heavy weight pressing down on his chest once more. He nodded, then picked up his flying broom and walked solemnly into the stadium.

"Uh, I have to go back to the stands. I promised Neville I'd teach Malfoy a lesson."

"Yeah, if Malfoy spews filth again, I'll punch him in the eye."

After they left, Luo Bin moved a small stool and sat down by the locker room. He lifted the heavy curtain, held up his binoculars, and looked at the scene outside.

Five minutes later, (qu qu) a whistle blew, and fifteen flying brooms soared into the air like rockets.

Finally, it came to a stop 15 meters above the ground.

Whoosh! Whoosh!

Red and green hues intertwine high in the sky as commentator Lee Jordan passionately recounts the game's progress.

Through the binoculars, Robin saw George grinning mischievously as he suddenly swung the ball diagonally to the lower right, the black ball whizzing past Snape's greasy hair.

Then, Hedgehog gets a penalty kick opportunity.

Robin: Uh, with Dumbledore in charge, you guys get all cocky, right?

After venting his frustrations, Luo Bin turned his binoculars and looked towards the distant stands.

He saw Malfoy's disdainful yet irritating expression, his mouth opening and closing as if he were shouting. He also saw Neville's face turn red as he turned to face Malfoy, his mouth opening and closing as if he were refuting him.

He saw the two men getting increasingly choked up as they argued, and later Ron, Crabbe, and Gore joined in the swearing. Eventually, the men disappeared behind their seats.

As for what they were doing, Luo Bin could figure it out even with his toes.

Robin turned his binoculars again and looked up at the sky above the stadium. He saw Snape's slicked-back hair suddenly take off—it was the Golden Snitch, flying past his ear.

He saw Harry, broomstick in hand, chasing after the golden ball. Then, Harry stopped diving and raised his arms to announce that he had caught the Golden Snitch.

He saw the old bat's face, which was more sour and gloomy than ever before.

Robin put away his binoculars and glanced at the timer: 4 minutes and 30 seconds, 30 seconds faster than mentioned in the original story.

Gryffindor won the match again, and the applause and shouts from the stands were so loud they almost burst people's eardrums.

A large group of emotionally charged people even rushed onto the field, crossing their arms and holding their classmates' hands to create a human bungee jump, bouncing the Gryffindor players around.

Luo Bin didn't want to experience the human bungee jumping, so he picked up his flying broom and hid somewhere.

An hour later, Robin, who was resting to the side, saw Harry walking towards him carrying Nimbus 2000.

"So you were hiding here, just now."

After Harry excitedly recounted the cheers and excitement at the stadium, he invited Robin to help him return the brooms to the broom shed.

"Okay!" Robin replied.

Then, bathed in the afterglow of the setting sun, the two walked to the broom shed. Before they could even put the brooms down, they caught a glimpse of a hooded figure sneaking out of the castle and heading straight towards the Forbidden Forest.

The figure's hood was bulging, his neck was tilted forward and then shrunk down, his gait was unsteady and his hips were swaying—it was Quirinas Quiro without a doubt.

"While everyone was having dinner, Quirrell sneaked into the Forbidden Forest. What mischief was he planning to do?" Harry asked in shock.

"Follow him and see what he's going to do."

Robin straddled his flying broom, lightly pushed off the floor with his feet, and with a whoosh, he soared into the sky. Seeing this, Harry also hopped on his broom.

The two flew silently over Hogwarts Castle, speeding up over greenhouses, lawns, and slopes, until they reached the Forbidden Forest. By then, it was already dark.

"The woods are too dense; we can't see where Quirrell went," Harry said, frowning.

"Fall down a little, skim the treetops, and listen for any unusual sounds below," Robin suggested.

"good!"

The two flew close to the treetops for five or six minutes, and finally, a few hundred meters away from the stream, they heard voices coming from under the trees.

The two flew down lightly, their toes touching the wood, and landed silently on a tall limestone tree.

Robin gripped his broom tightly and climbed up a thick branch. Then, looking down through the gaps in the leaves, he saw Harry climb up another thick branch.

Not far away, in a clearing filled with eerie shadows, stood Quirrell, wearing a hood. However, he was not alone; Snape was also in the clearing.

Although the old bat's expression was hidden in the dark night, the solemn and indifferent aura he exuded was stronger than ever before. The two of them pricked up their ears and listened intently to the sound drifting from the open space.

"Sissyphus, Mrs. Forbidden Forest is so gloomy. Why must we meet here?"

Quirrell asked, his voice trembling.

"Ha! Quirinus, do you think it's appropriate to discuss the Philosopher's Stone in public?" Snape sneered.

Upon hearing this, Quirrell trembled and stammered a lot, but his muttering was so soft that Robin couldn't hear what he was saying.

Snape, seemingly annoyed by his grumbling, interrupted him, "I'm asking you, have you figured out how to deal with that big guy Hagrid is keeping?"

(End of this chapter)