Hogwarts: This holy light is righteously evil

Chapter 167 This product is sure to be a bestseller!

"Jordan! Focus on game commentary, avoid unnecessary comments!"

Upon receiving the professor's reminder, Lee Jordan immediately restrained himself and apologized in a low voice.

However, his casual commentary style remained unchanged, frequently interspersing his personal observations and disrupting Professor McGonagall's viewing rhythm, making it impossible for her to focus on the game situation.

"good!!!"

The moment the first goal of the match was scored, a conflict erupted on the field.

A player was hit on the back of the head by a high-speed ball, but fortunately, he was protected in time and did not suffer a serious injury.

But this collision ignited the competitive spirit between the two teams, and the players on both sides suddenly loosened their stances, with physical collisions becoming more frequent and the atmosphere becoming extremely tense.

Ms. Huo Qi had to frequently blow her whistle and warn both teams repeatedly to suppress the increasingly out-of-control conflict on the field, barely maintaining order and preventing the players from engaging in a direct brawl in the air.

Even with referee intervention, fouls continued to occur frequently, including close-range pushing, elbow strikes, and deliberate blocking.

The students in the stands were thrilled, their shouts echoing throughout the arena, everyone immersed in this intense academic competition.

High in the air, Harry was also affected by the chaotic battle several times. A ball of bouncy ball came straight at him from the side. In the critical moment, one of the Weasley twins quickly turned to the side to intercept it, swinging his club to hit the ball away and save him from danger.

The situation on the court changed rapidly, and Lee Jordan's commentary suddenly stopped without warning.

"Slytherin's Chaser, Polsey, successfully intercepted the ball, evading two stray balls in quick succession, advancing at an incredible speed—wait! A golden dot has appeared in the corner of the airspace; it seems to be the Golden Snitch!"

The moment Harry heard the explanation, his heart skipped a beat.

He kept a close eye on the entire airspace, but the commentators were the first to spot the thief's trail, which shows that he lacks experience in the competition and his reaction speed is far from up to standard.

He knew that the entire audience and the players from both teams had heard the warning; the thief's location had been exposed, and what followed would inevitably be a chaotic scramble for the thief.

Harry immediately looked in the direction Jordan indicated and saw a thin, golden streak of light flash past Polsey's ear.

Pusai also spotted the thief's trail, but his attention was instantly diverted, causing his hand movements to falter and resulting in him missing the Quake Ball in his arms.

The golden opportunity was fleeting, so Harry didn't hesitate any longer. He immediately lowered the broom handle, adjusted his flight posture, and swooped down at full speed in the direction the thief had fled, wanting to catch him before everyone else arrived and secure the advantage in the competition.

Just as he was about to approach the designated airspace, Slytherin captain Flint suddenly closed in at close range and deliberately used his broom to smash Harry's fuselage.

The immense impact instantly disrupted Harry's flight path, causing him to sway violently and nearly fall off the broom.

"Malicious foul!" A unified, angry chant instantly erupted from the Gryffindor stands.

The forceful impact caused Harry to veer completely off course, and he lost all sight of the Golden Snitch.

The referee immediately blew his whistle and ruled that Slytherin had committed a foul, giving Gryffindor a free throw opportunity.

The match resumed after a brief pause.

This also made everyone see Slytherin's playing style: they would ignore the rules and use any means necessary to win. As long as they could suppress their opponents and seize the advantage, they would not hesitate to commit any illegal actions.

All eyes were once again focused on the Quaffle's offensive and defensive maneuvers. Everyone was engrossed in the ground game and no one paid attention to Harry in the air.

Just then, Harry's Nimbus 2000 suddenly began to vibrate abnormally. The broom trembled slightly and produced a strong sense of repulsion, as if it was about to throw the rider off its back.

Harry immediately tightened his legs, gripping the middle of the broom tightly, and held the handle with both hands.

Being tens of feet in the air, the consequences of losing your grip and falling would be unimaginable!

But the broom's abnormal behavior did not stop; instead, it became increasingly violent.

The vibrations intensified, and the fuselage began to twist uncontrollably from side to side, randomly crashing into the airspace and performing maneuvers that would be impossible for a normal flying broom.

The broom, which had been flying smoothly, completely lost control, sometimes rising rapidly and sometimes skidding suddenly, and was completely out of Harry's control.

Puni, standing in the stands, immediately noticed the unusual change in the sky and fixed his gaze on the out-of-control Light Wheel 2000.

He saw that the top-of-the-line flying broom was constantly resisting its owner's control, shaking, twisting, and spinning erratically, in an extremely strange state, as if it were being forcibly controlled by an external force, and had completely lost its original flight stability.

The audience gradually noticed the strange phenomenon high above, and gasps and gasps filled the stadium, instantly silencing most of the noisy stands.

Countless eyes focused on Harry, and everyone realized that something was wrong.

"This situation would never occur during normal flight."

A seasoned senior student spoke up in a deep voice, "This is definitely not a flight malfunction; I suspect it's a targeted dark magic curse!"

Harry's situation was now extremely dangerous.

Suddenly, without warning, the broom shot upwards at incredible speed. The immense centrifugal force flung his body completely off the cushion, leaving him suspended high in the air. He barely managed to stay upright by gripping the broom handle tightly with the strength of his arms.

Before he could regain his balance, the broom began to swing wildly and twist violently again, the continuous force of the shock almost breaking his fingers.

A fierce wind swept straight at him, slapping his face and body hard. His breathing became difficult, his vision blurred, and he was completely swept up by the out-of-control broom, unable to control his condition.

The most thrilling moment suddenly occurred when the out-of-control Nimbus 2000 completed a full 360-degree irregular loop in the air.

Harry was instantly upside down, his feet dangling in the air, completely upside down on the broom, suspended dozens of feet in the air by only his arms supporting his weight, without any safety measures.

The gale whipped his hair wildly, his glasses were pushed up to the tip of his nose by the airflow and could fall off at any moment. All the muscles in his body were tense to the limit, and the veins in his arms were bulging. Every inch of his strength was used to keep himself from falling. If he lost even the slightest strength, he would fall directly from the sky!

The entire audience was thrown into complete panic, and continuous screams echoed throughout the Quidditch stadium. Everyone held their breath for Harry, who was in danger high in the air.

Puni, standing calmly in the high stands, raised his hand and used his telescope to lock onto the runaway broom high in the sky, carefully observing the flow of magic.

He sensed that two completely different magical fluctuations were converging on the body of the Light Wheel 2000, one righteous and one evil, one strong and one weak, intertwined and continuously stimulating the evil curse to take effect.

Following the trajectory of the flowing magic, Puni's gaze quickly swept across the teachers' stands in front of him, instantly locking onto two suspicious figures.

Quirrell and Snape remained seated, their gazes fixed intently on Harry, who was in danger high in the sky.

The two were highly focused, with hidden currents in their eyes and faint magical power surging around them. Their expressions did not seem like they were watching a match or worried about the students' safety, but rather like they were controlling and continuously amplifying their magical power.

One person possessed weak magic and was on edge, while the other had profound magical power and skillful techniques. The two forces intertwined from a distance, creating this sudden crisis.

Compared to Harry, who was in danger mid-air, Penny, sitting in the stands, was completely focused on the two professors in the teachers' seats.

He saw Snape and Quirrell's lips opening and closing repeatedly, silently chanting obscure spell syllables, their magical trajectories simultaneously pointing towards the light wheel 2000 high in the sky.

"Hmm, so eager?"

Just as Puni was about to look away, a thin, dark figure quickly entered his field of vision, cautiously climbing the steps along the edge of the stands towards the teachers' seats.

Hermione's distinctive thick brown hair was easily recognizable and stood out in the crowd. Penny recognized her immediately. Hermione kept her body low and bent over, using the crowd as cover to sneak to the back of the teachers' seats. She moved slowly along the gaps between the seats, step by step, toward Snape's position. In her hasty movement, she lost her balance and bumped into Quirrell, who was sitting still.

Although the impact wasn't particularly strong, the sudden shock sent Quirrell's body slamming backward, his head hitting the wooden panel behind him hard.

when!

He immediately groaned and turned pale. The other professors beside him quickly reached out to support him, helping him to steady himself and relieve his pain.

Taking advantage of the moment when everyone's attention was still focused on the high-altitude arena, Hermione quickly crouched down beside Snape, her fingertips moving rapidly to complete a simple spellcasting action. The entire process was smooth and seamless, without any unnecessary pauses. A few seconds later, she immediately got up and left, blending back into the crowd and disappearing from sight.

The moment Hermione left, a small flame suddenly shot out from the hem of Snape's black robe. The flame spread rapidly along the fabric's texture. His colleague noticed the anomaly immediately and alerted him, bringing Snape back to his senses from his spellcasting daze.

The sudden fire completely disrupted Snape's state of mind. He instinctively stood up and patted his clothes, trying to extinguish the flames. However, the sudden pulling of his limbs aggravated his still-healing leg injury. Intense pain instantly swept through his body, causing him to stiffen and his facial muscles to contort in pain. He could only desperately try to put out the fire while enduring the excruciating pain and suppressing the discomfort in his body.

At the same moment, the Light Wheel 2000, which had been completely out of control and violently trembling high in the sky, instantly released all abnormal restraints. The broom quickly returned to a stable state, the control felt completely normal, and all the repulsion and sense of loss of control completely dissipated.

Harry didn't have time to delve into the reason why his broom had suddenly returned to normal, nor did he have any extra time to think about the life-or-death situation he had just faced. Throughout the match, Slytherin had scored multiple goals in a row, and the gap in points continued to widen. Gryffindor was already at a disadvantage. His strong desire to win urged him to immediately get back into the game. He quickly adjusted his posture, sat steadily back on the broomstick, and once again sharply scanned the entire airspace, searching for any trace of the Golden Snitch.

In just a few seconds of searching, he spotted that lively golden light.

Without the slightest hesitation, Harry lowered his body to the extreme, pressing his entire body against the broom handle, and manipulated Nimbus 2000 to adjust to an extreme dive posture, rapidly plunging towards the ground at almost vertical speed. His entire body streaked through the sky at an extremely fast speed, chasing after the escape route of the thief.

"He spotted the thief! Potter has locked onto his target and is launching his final sprint!" Lee Jordan on the commentary desk erupted in excitement, his high-pitched shout carrying the suppressed fear of the past and the extreme excitement of the present moment, his voice trembling slightly as it echoed throughout the entire stadium.

When Puni refocused his gaze on the arena, the high-altitude dive was coming to an end.

Harry's straight body suddenly curled up, one hand covering his mouth, nose and chest, his posture stiff and his expression tense, as if a strong sense of dizziness and nausea was constantly assaulting his body.

Thousands of spectators rose to their feet simultaneously, and the entire stadium fell silent. Everyone held their breath, staring intently at Harry in mid-air, awaiting the final result.

After a brief standoff, Harry opened his mouth slightly, and a tiny golden sphere slid from his lips into his outstretched palm.

"He caught it! Harry Potter has successfully captured the Golden Snitch! Gryffindor wins the match!"

Lee Jordan's extremely passionate roar pierced the entire stadium, instantly igniting the entire Quidditch stadium.

"oh--!!!"

The red-clad crowd in the Gryffindor stands erupted in a frenzy, with deafening cheers and applause sweeping across the area as all the students celebrated their victory.

The Gryffindor players on the field immediately surrounded Harry, lifting him high as he landed safely. Everyone adored the hero who had turned the tide of the battle.

Harry gripped the still-fluttering Golden Snitch tightly in his palm, savoring the victory he had just won. The fatigue from days of intense training and the fear of danger on the field were all washed away by the joy of this moment.

On the other side, at the teachers' seats, the scene was quite the opposite.

Snape, his face ashen, raised his hand to wipe away the last remaining sparks from his black robe. A hideous hole had been burned into the hem of his robe by the flames, leaving him looking disheveled. The pain in his leg continued to flare up, making his aura even more somber and oppressive.

Quirrell, standing to the side, kept rubbing his aching neck, the dull pain from the impact lingering. His face was filled with lingering fear and embarrassment. Taking advantage of a moment when no one was paying attention, he quickly glanced at Snape beside him, a deep resentment and dissatisfaction flashing in his eyes. He placed all the blame for this undeserved disaster on Snape.

The cheers of victory from the Quidditch pitch still echoed throughout the castle, and the shouts of the Gryffindor students lingered for a long time.

Puni bypassed the busiest main road and deliberately chose a quiet corridor for his return journey, but at a corner of the corridor, he bumped into Fred and George, who were walking side by side.

The two brothers had their arms around each other's shoulders, walking briskly with lively eyes, clearly plotting new pranks and planning to cause some mischief in the lively post-match atmosphere.

Puni stepped forward: "Congratulations on your first win of the season. Today's comeback performance was quite exciting."

In the early stages of the match, Slytherin maintained a significant point advantage and dominated Gryffindor with numerous malicious fouls and aggressive attacks. However, Harry seized a crucial opportunity to capture the Golden Snitch, securing 150 points and turning the tide of the game to secure the final victory.

Upon hearing this, Fred and George immediately understood, exchanged a glance, and simultaneously broke into hearty smiles.

The wet-hearted people tacitly bypassed the students coming and going, and together walked into an empty, unused room at the end of the corridor, closed the door, and shut out the noise from the outside world.

George spoke first: "Just say it, you must have something to say to us."

"You're overthinking it. What could possibly happen to me?" Puni shook his head slightly.

"Haha, so you're afraid of us Gryffindors?" the twins winked.

Puni rolled his eyes: "Ravenclaws are afraid of you? People always think that Ravenclaws are all bookworms who bury themselves in their books, but that's not true. We are the only house among the four houses that uses birds as our emblem. The vast sky is our home ground, and the strength of our Quidditch team has never been underestimated, okay?"

When discussing the match, George lowered his voice, leaned closer, and became much more serious: "Speaking of this match, Ron mentioned to us before that he suspected Snape had secretly tampered with Harry's broom during the match, deliberately using dark magic against him."

Penny shrugged: "Snape was indeed watching Harry closely the whole time and behaving strangely, but it wasn't just him. Quirrell was also using his magic, and both of them locked onto Harry's broom at the same time."

These words made Fred and George's eyes light up simultaneously, their eyes filled with surprise.

"That's not all."

Penny continued, "On the night the Squirrel broke into the dungeon on Halloween, I saw Snape deliberately avoid the main battlefield and go to other areas of the castle, but in the end he stayed in the dungeon with Quirrell. Judging from Snape's words and actions, the Squirrel's out-of-control intrusion was within Quirrell's jurisdiction."

"Quirk's actions are indeed bizarre in every way." Fred frowned slightly. "As a professor, it's outrageous that he would faint on the spot when he encountered a monster under his supervision. It's completely unbecoming of a professor's basic standards."

The two brothers exchanged a smile. They were already aware of Quirrell's abilities and had never approved of his teaching skills. The fact that he had been stunned into unconsciousness by a monster in front of everyone had completely dispelled any remaining trust they had in the professor.

Puni changed the subject at the right time, bringing the focus of the conversation back to the previous cooperation: "The experimental props you developed before have shown outstanding practical effects in the dungeon against the monsters. Their binding and interference capabilities are very reliable. These kinds of props are highly practical and suitable for various emergency insurance and self-protection scenarios. They have great promotional value. You can try to expand the production scale."

"No problem at all!" Fred responded immediately. "All the materials needed for production are easy to collect. The only thing that will take time is for debugging and production."

Puni immediately pointed out the core shortcomings he observed and offered optimization suggestions: "Currently, the product has one flaw: the loud bang when it is activated is too conspicuous. Although the sound is not harsh, it is easy to give away traces in scenarios where stealth and quiet disturbance are required. If the structure can be optimized to eliminate the sound and make it truly silent, the practicality of the prop will be increased several times."

These words of advice instantly enlightened the twins. They looked at each other, their eyes shining with a brilliant light, and decided on a brand new research and development direction.

"This idea is crucial! Silent interference!" Fred snapped his fingers crisply, his tone excited.

George immediately picked up the thread: "We're going to do an elegant prank, no need for a big fuss, let the trouble happen quietly!"

"Puni, how are you so awesome! You seem more suited to playing big pranks than any of us! This product is bound to sell like hotcakes!!"

"We've identified the optimization direction; let's immediately begin testing and debugging!"

Puni didn't linger. He handed the two of them a shopping list that the Ravenclaw students had recently compiled, and after confirming the details of the collaboration, he got up to say goodbye.

He had already made an appointment with Hagrid, who had invited him several times recently, and he needed to go to Hagrid's cabin to keep the appointment.

Outside the castle, a light drizzle was falling.

Fine rain continued to fall, pattering on the stone path in the courtyard.

In stark contrast to the chilly, damp atmosphere outside, Hagrid's cabin was warm and cozy inside, with a fire burning continuously, dispelling all the cold.

The cabin was filled with the rich aroma of baking and the mellow fragrance of black tea. The aroma of the burnt rock cakes mixed with the tea fragrance made people feel relaxed. Puni sat at the large solid wood dining table in the cabin, quietly watching Haig who was busy.

Hagrid, holding a kitchen knife, evenly cut large chunks of raw meat into neat pieces. The fresh, bloody pieces of meat were then placed one by one into a black wooden barrel on the side, piled up neatly. These ingredients were clearly food prepared specifically for Luwei, the wet-headed dog guarding the fourth floor.

After finishing his work, Hagrid wiped the water off his palms with his apron, his loud voice tinged with a hint of helpless complaint.

"What a grueling time!"

"I haven't had a moment's rest during this time. I have to make multiple trips a day to deliver food to Louie, and I have to be careful the whole time, always on guard against Filch and his cat, for fear of getting into trouble by being hit by a car."

He continued, his tone tinged with regret, "I can't even squeeze out time to look after the magical creatures of the Forbidden Forest. I'm afraid the little guys in the Forbidden Forest have almost forgotten about me."

When they got to the first point, Hagrid suddenly stopped talking.

He suddenly remembered that the matters concerning the fourth-floor restricted area and the wet-headed dog were school secrets and absolutely could not be mentioned to outsiders, so he immediately ended the topic.

He had no idea that Puni already knew all the secrets and had even personally entered the secret area behind the restricted zone.

After calming himself down, Hagrid poured himself a full cup of rich, yellow black tea, then pushed the entire tea set and teapot in front of Puni, indicating that he should make himself at home.

He then slumped down onto the wooden chair opposite him, the old chair making a strained creaking sound, its frame wobbling slightly, barely able to support his muscular body.

After a brief silence, Hagrid spoke again, bringing up some trivial matters from a few days ago.

He told Penny that Harry had come to the cabin to relax and confided in him about his experiences in class.

Harry said that Snape always deliberately made things difficult for him in Potions class, finding fault with him at every turn, holding him accountable harshly, and even secretly suspecting that Snape was plotting something improper.

At the crucial point, Hagrid stopped talking, abruptly cutting off his next words.

But Puni already knew in his heart that what the other party wanted to say but hesitated to say must be about the treasure hidden in the restricted area on the fourth floor.

Puni picked up the warm teacup and gently blew away the rising steam. Shenhuang calmly took over the conversation and echoed Hagrid's idea.

"Professor Snape's way of dealing with people is indeed hard to like. His outward demeanor and style of doing things are very oppressive. His strong sense of vigilance makes people subconsciously suspect his motives no matter what conflicts or entanglements occur."

This assessment perfectly captured Hagrid's thoughts, and he immediately slapped his thigh hard, his expression excited and full of agreement.

"That makes sense! That's what I think too!"

He made no attempt to hide his feelings: "He always had a gloomy face, and he was never relaxed. Coupled with his greasy and messy black hair, he looked exceptionally gloomy. Anyone who saw him would feel a tightness in their chest, as if everyone owed him something! Although this assessment isn't exactly friendly, it's truly everyone's honest feeling."

Puni smiled upon hearing this, and then added details, analyzing Snape's teaching style and personality flaws.

"It's not just a matter of appearance and aura. His words are extremely harsh and he always manages to seize on other people's weaknesses and oversights to attack them. In his mind, encouragement and gentle forgiveness in class are superfluous and may even affect the rigor of potion making. So he will only scold and never give affirmation."

"That's absolutely spot on!"

Hagrid burst into laughter, his loud laugh echoing through the cramped cabin, shaking the dust that had accumulated in the cracks of the roof and causing it to fall out in a flurry. He continued his taunts with great enthusiasm.

"I'm sure his mood must be absolutely terrible after this Quidditch defeat! Hahahahahahahahahahahaha!"

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