Hogwarts: I, Tom, am not the Dark Lord

In order to help Harry better integrate into the team and to help the Gryffindor team win, Hermione found a copy of "Quidditch Through the Ages" from the library and lent it to Harry.

Since reading this book, Harry has gained a deeper understanding of the sport of Quidditch.

There are seven hundred fouls in Quidditch, and the worst and most egregious fouls are usually committed by the Seeker.

No, did the Seeker eat your fish and chips? Is there any need to be so targeted?

What made Harry even more distracted was that he seemed to have discovered a great secret - Snape's limp was most likely related to the corridor on the fourth floor. What was he doing there?

What is hidden there? Is it Dumbledore's treasure?

"Harry, you have to eat some breakfast."

"I don't want to eat anything."

"Have some toast," Hermione advised, and Seamus, who was standing beside her, handed over his bread evenly spread with peanut butter and sausages with ketchup.

"The longest Quidditch match lasts three months, and the longest Hogwarts match lasts several days. If you don't eat something, you might starve to death on the grounds."

Harry picked up the bread and started to eat it.

.....

At half past ten, it seemed that all the teachers and students in the school had arrived at the Quidditch field. Tom followed Daphne to the highest point of the audience seats, where the view was the best and they could see the entire game clearly.

Directly across from them was the Gryffindor audience seats. Neville and Seamus were holding up a bed sheet with the words 'Potter Must Win' written on it. The paint on the bed sheet was flashing different colors, and other cheering props were also held up.

Slytherin was not to be outdone, with banners and magical patterns flying everywhere. For a moment, the stadium became a place for the two colleges to "battle".

Daphne was indifferent to Quidditch, seeing it as a pastime when she was bored, and was not an avid fan.

However, the little witches still have a strong sense of collective honor.

She prepared a huge banner and asked Tom to help send it into the sky with magic.

The banner was twenty meters long and four meters wide, with long green snakes wrapped around it and the words 'Slytherin Champion' written in the middle.

Tom thought about it and decided to join in the fun.

He took out his wand and shot a beam of light at the banner. Suddenly, the embroidered snake twisted as if alive. The huge snake head even broke through the constraints of the banner, becoming a three-dimensional existence, hissing towards Gryffindor.

Gryffindor hadn't responded yet, and it was obvious that no one could do this.

For a moment, Slytherin's morale soared.

At exactly eleven o'clock, players from both teams walked out of the player tunnel on time.

Amid the uproar, Madam Hooch blew her silver whistle, and fifteen broomsticks, including hers, took off into the air.

"The Quaffle was immediately snatched up by Gryffindor's Angeline Johnson—a truly excellent Chaser, and very attractive too—"

"Jordan!" Professor McGonagall was already showing signs of anger as soon as the game started.

"I'm sorry, Professor."

The narrator is Lee Jordan, a third-year Gryffindor student.

As good brothers of the Weasley twins, their commentary stance...is naturally biased.

"Johnson was running all the way, passing the ball! — Spinnet caught it very steadily. She's a talent discovered by Captain Wood, and she just became a regular player this year. Oops, Flint used a very rough move to get the Quaffle. Was he going to score? Hahahaha, no."

There was a thrilling attack and defense transition right at the start of the game, which made the audience very excited.

To put it simply, Quidditch is a game with three balls: the Quaffle is used to score points, the Bludger is used to hit people, and the Golden Snitch is used to end the game.

Seekers have little to do with the game other than avoiding Bludgers.

Harry and Slytherin Seeker Terence Higgs flew much higher than the other team members, circling in the sky like two eagles, squinting their eyes to search for the Golden Snitch.

Harry's performance surprised the Gryffindor students who had never seen him train. His flying proficiency was no less than Higgs's, and he was even more flexible.

Li Jordan naturally wouldn't miss this opportunity to praise him: "Porter is so agile, it's hard to believe that he has only been using the flying broom for two months. Look, his feint to shake off Higgs is really amazing!"

"This isn't just due to the players' own strength; the broom also plays a significant role. Compared to the Seven Stars Sweep, the Nimbus 2000's braking and steering are undoubtedly on a higher level. Furthermore..."

"Jordan!"

The topic gradually went off track, and Professor McGonagall had to remind him again to bring his commentary back to the game.

puff!

Tom, who was listening to the commentary as if it were rap, suddenly laughed out loud. Daphne, who was watching the game intently, heard it and looked back blankly.

"Tom, what are you laughing at?"

Is this game funny?

Seeing Daphne's confused look, Tom found it even funnier and started to explain, "Do you know what a car is?"

Daphne nodded. Although she had never done it or opened it before, at least she had seen it.

Tom continued, "There are people in the Muggle world who can remember every detail of a car, from horsepower to acceleration, from engines to tires. They know every parameter by heart."

"But the only problem is..." Tom spread his hands and smiled even more maliciously, "They can't afford it."

"I think Li Qiaodan is quite like that type of person. I admire the fact that they can talk so well even though they clearly can't afford it."

Daphne understood and fell on the boy's shoulder, giggling. Her laughter quickly became contagious. Tom did not lower his voice, and the students around him heard it. It spread at an alarming speed, and the entire Slytherin stand became a sea of ​​joy.

The commentary stand and teachers' stand were just to their east, and Li Jordan looked over there in confusion.

Slytherin is only ten points ahead, there's no need to laugh so happily, right?

At this moment, a student with a malicious intent shouted with a megaphone curse: "We admire your ability to speak so coherently even though you can't afford a Nimbus!"

Now the professors had strange expressions on their faces. They wanted to laugh but felt it was inappropriate.

Li Qiaodan blushed, but fortunately he was Nico and no one else could see it.

However, he was much more honest in his subsequent commentary, but his bias was still very obvious.

"Johnson has the Quaffle back, she's flying at full speed! Throw it! Bletchley guessed wrong, a great feint, and Gryffindor scores!"

The cheers of Gryffindor echoed in the cold air. Professor McGonagall clenched her fists tightly under the table and shouted "yes" in her heart after Angelina Johnson scored a goal.

Who could have imagined that Professor McGonagall, who was always serious and known for her strictness and fairness, was also an avid Quidditch fan. If she had not suffered a serious injury in her youth, she might have led the team to win the Quidditch Cup.

Suddenly, there was a cry of surprise from the stands.

The Golden Snitch appeared, flashing past Adrian Puse's ear. Harry saw it first and immediately began to dive. Higgs also saw it and moved just as fast.

But Harry's flying skills and speed were superior to his, and the gap between them gradually widened.

At this moment, Marcus Flint rushed over and knocked Harry away fiercely. The Golden Snitch also disappeared, and Gryffindor missed this good opportunity to end the game.

"Foul!" Madam Hooch angrily scolded Flint and awarded Gryffindor a free throw, which caused a burst of curses from the Gryffindor stands.

But Flint didn't care, and even smiled provocatively at the Gryffindor stands.

Now even more people are scolding him.

"This is such a despicable and obvious cheating." Li Jordan gritted his teeth in hatred.

"Jordan!"

"Professor McGonagall, I meant the foul."

"This is my last warning. If you can do it, do it. If you can't, go dig some watermelon!"

"Alright." Li Jordan calmed down in a sullen manner. "Gryffindor is currently 40 points behind. It doesn't matter. Potter's sense of smell for the Golden Snitch is far sharper than Higgs's."

Suddenly, people in the stands noticed something unusual.

Harry's broomstick kept tumbling and tumbling, and he could only barely hold on to keep from falling. After a pause, it began to shake violently again.

Tom's eyes quickly looked at the teachers' stands. Quirrell's lips were whispering rapidly, and so was Snape. The two of them were like chanting a mantra, but neither of them noticed the other's movements. They used Harry's flying broom as a medium to fight in the air.

Outrageous!

Tom was furious.

Why not invite him to do such a fun thing?

With his wand turned back in his hand and hidden in his sleeve, Tom also began to chant.

But his target was not Harry's Nimbus. A broomstick stuffed with Quirrell and Snape was already full, so he could change his target.

Tom took aim at the darting Bludger.

Controlling the movement of objects with his mind is his forte. Before he went to school and got a wand, he was very good at it, let alone now.

Under Tom's control, the Bludger became faster and a whistling sound was heard as it flew through the air. George was startled and looked at the Quaffle rushing towards him. He hit it hard with his bat. The powerful reaction force made his arm numb.

Quirrell in the teachers' stand didn't notice this at all. He had a sinister smile on his face and his eyes were fixed on Harry's broom.

Dumbledore is not here today, and if Harry is brought down from such a high height, he will definitely be smashed into a pulp.

It is equivalent to revenge for the master.

But soon, Quirrell's smile disappeared and his lips pursed as Snape's gaze swept over him.

Quirrell's attention was on Snape and Harry's broom, and Snape's attention was on the broom and Quirrell.

The two completely ignored the others, and the other...balls.

After being drawn between several batsmen, the Bludger drew a strange arc.

Tom's eyes lit up, and he silently increased his strength and started the final sprint. The Bludger almost flew out of the boundary of the field, but was pulled back by a strange force and went straight to Quirrell's head.

When Quirrell heard the whistling sound behind him getting sharper and sharper, he realized something was wrong but it was too late to turn back.

boom--!

The heavy Bludger hit Quirrell hard on the back of his head. The powerful impact made him fly up, over the seats in the lower row, and then he fell on the stairs and rolled down from the highest point until he hit the guardrail and stopped.

If there were no guardrails, he would probably have fallen directly to the ground from the stands which was dozens of meters away.

"Professor Quirrell!"

Professor Flitwick was frightened by this sudden change and hurried over to observe Quirrell's condition. The teachers' stands were in chaos.

"I'll go see what's going on." Tom and Daphne said, pushing through the crowd and rushing towards the professor's stand.

At this time, Professor McGonagall and Professor Flitwick surrounded Quirrell, who had already fainted. Professor Sinitas of Astronomy rushed back to the castle to ask Madam Pomfrey for help.

Tom came over, and Mag looked at Quirrell worriedly, not caring about such trivial matters as why a young wizard appeared in the teachers' stand.