Hogwarts: From Little Wizard to White Lord

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Chapter 61: Ball Game (Part )

Harry's crisis was temporarily resolved, although several people around him were trying to get away and check the situation of the Golden Snitch.

Ron finally stopped staring at Harry with the telescope.

However, when he was watching the Quaffle battle on the other side, he happened to see Snape in the Slytherin stands.

"Merlin, why is that old bat here too?"

Hagrid asked curiously, "Old Bat? Who?"

"Professor Snape!"

Hagrid uttered a sigh, then quickly reacted and said with a straight face, "Ron, don't say that about the professor. Although he does... Anyway, Dumbledore believes in him!"

"I don't believe him. Look at the way he's glaring at Harry. If he gets the chance, I have no doubt he'll curse Harry!"

In mid-air, the restrictions on Harry continued and became even more chaotic!

It was obvious that Fred couldn't fight two Slytherins alone, so George had to rush over to help him, but Flint and Puse seemed determined and refused to leave Harry no matter how the twins provoked them.

The entanglement of the four people made Harry's vision a mess.

To make matters worse, he suddenly felt as if he had lost control of his broom. It swayed from side to side, as if it didn't want to carry anyone anymore.

Harry's face was pale, and he gripped the handle tightly with his knees and hands.

From a distance, Vaughn used his Bludger to disrupt Gryffindor's attack again. He glanced at Harry with a strange look in his eyes.

"Socket Man finally took action? How much does he hate Harry..."

As he sped, he glanced across the stands and saw Quirrell and Snape.

His blurred vision prevented him from seeing them chanting spells, but he knew that the two men were fighting at that moment.

Vaughan wasn't sure if Hermione could still notice anything unusual, or if she could still lift Quirrell's curse by accident.

He would not leave the problem to such accidental coincidence.

"It's time to end the game!" He quickly passed through the fierce battle in front of the Slytherin goal, made a few stealthy gestures, and kept an eye on his players, and his small movements during the fight became more and more exaggerated.

The Gryffindor players were all held back by them.

Vaughn quickly broke away from the formation, rose a distance, improved his vision, and scanned downwards.

At the same time, Hermione and Ron also noticed that something was wrong with Harry. Remembering Ron's previous complaints, Hermione used a telescope to see Snape staring at Harry and muttering to himself.

"Really Snape?"

Hermione ignored her shock and hurried to the Slytherin stand. Ron, who was worried about Harry, looked pale and didn't notice that she was gone at all.

Soon, the Slytherin stand was on fire and the crowd was shoving and jostling in panic.

Snape swung his robes in embarrassment. It was a blue magical flame, and he could only extinguish it by chanting a spell.

The cessation of the counter-curse put Harry completely in trouble.

Hermione, who had just set the fire, was stunned when she noticed that Harry's broom was still jumping around.

"Not Snape? Then who is it?"

She glanced at the stands, but before she could see clearly, the situation on the field had changed.

In front of the Slytherin goal, Slytherin, without Vaughn, was obviously unable to withstand Gryffindor's attack, resulting in the Quaffle breaking through Miles Bletchley's defense and being hit into the post by Angelina.

This beautiful woman, who was disturbed by Vaughn throughout the game and felt very frustrated, roared after scoring.

But no one in Slytherin cared, and Gryffindor didn't have time to care either!

Vaughn, the Golden Snitch has been spotted!

He pressed the broom and began to dive at high speed.

The long silver lines on the dark green cloak floated behind him, and he was like a flash of lightning.

"Oh my God! Vaughan found the Golden Snitch and he's diving! How fast! At this moment he's a hunting hawk, a falling arrow. Where's Harry? Harry... What happened to Harry?"

Amid Lee Jordan's screams, Fred and George, who had been harassed by Flint and Puse, no longer cared about whether it was a foul or not, and the twins pushed the two men away.

Fred yelled, "Harry, what's wrong with you?"

Harry panicked, "My broom's out of control!"

As soon as he finished speaking, the broom suddenly flipped over.

Under the huge inertia, Harry could no longer hold on and fell down with a scream.

Fred tried desperately to grab him, but Flint came back, the ugly guy not caring whether Harry fell to his death or not.

Fred swung his bat hard, sending the Bludger hurtling toward Flint.

The giant monster didn't have time to dodge and was hit on the head, and his whole body collapsed on the broom.

At the moment of falling, Harry's mind went blank.

The wind whistled in his ears, and he heard Lee Jordan shouting very quickly:

"Professor, save Harry... Wait, Vaughn Weasley didn't pounce on the Golden Snitch, what was he going to do?"

My blank mind had no time to figure it out, and the short two or three seconds were gone in a flash.

Harry could already see the stands from the corner of his eye, and he heard exclamations from all around him.

"Am I about to hit the ground? I hope it's not too bad."

As Harry was thinking this, he heard the wind.

A dark green lightning with silver streaks passed by, then turned around and suddenly embraced him.

The huge force of the horizontal cut caused severe pain all over his body, but Harry was very happy.

It's Vaughn!

He faced the wind, and his red hair was pulled back by the wind like a dancing flame.

He called out to Harry, "Harry, are you all right? Can you stand on your own?"

Harry was speechless and could only nod repeatedly.

Vaughn's flying speed quickly slowed down, put Harry on the ground, and after a brief pause, he flew into the sky again.

Lee Jordan roared passionately: "Merlin, Vaughn saved Harry. He didn't catch the Golden Snitch right away. He saved Harry! The damn Sorting Hat must have made a mistake. I knew there would be an evil Weasley... ahem, I mean, there are good people in Slytherin too... Sorry, Professor!"

"Look, Slytherin's lightning returns to the sky. It's too fast, too fast, shocking. He made a 180-degree turn in high-speed flight, and the agile Golden Snitch couldn't escape from his palm at all—"

"Clap your hands, friends! Vaughn Weasley has caught the Golden Snitch. The game is over, and Slytherin wins!"

Standing on the court, Harry looked up at Vaughn, who raised his hand high in the air, the Golden Snitch shining brightly in his hand.

Looking at that picture, my tense mood of several days suddenly relaxed.

Harry, who wanted to win, suddenly felt that losing was no big deal...

The game was over, Vaughan caught the Golden Snitch, got an extra 150 points, and Slytherin won in a crushing victory.

The entire stands were cheering, even the frustrated Gryffindors did not hesitate to applaud, they all saw the scene where Vaughn saved Harry in the end.

The Slytherin players surrounded Vaughan and walked towards the cheering crowd.

Chapter 62 Post-match leisure and investigation

The defeated Gryffindor players quickly landed to check on Harry. Professor McGonagall also hurried over. After checking and confirming that Harry was fine, Professor McGonagall comforted everyone:

"Gentlemen and ladies, although we failed, I have seen your tenacious fighting spirit. Gryffindor should have the courage to admit their shortcomings and face up to their deficiencies..."

One of the Chasers, Emily Spinnet, whispered, "If Harry hadn't fallen, we might have won."

Professor McGonagall heard this and said sternly, "How did you win? Honestly, your performance during the competition was terrible."

"The two Mr. Weasleys are at a loss as to what to do. And Miss Spinnet, you three Chasers are all girls. Why are you trying to compete with the Slytherin boys in strength and stamina? I don't see you playing to your strengths."

Then she looked at Harry again, her expression softening, and asked, "Harry, I think you lost control of your broom in the end, didn't you?"

Harry nodded, "Yes Professor."

Fred didn't catch him when the fall happened, and he brought his broom back with him later.

"Leave it to me. I'll take him back for an examination. Okay, kids, go back and think carefully about what I just said. Don't push the problem onto others. Think about it, when victory was within your grasp, your opponent chose to save Harry first."

On the way back to the dressing room, Angelina said to the twins, "Hey, can you introduce me to your brother?"

"Which brother are you asking about?"

"Could it be little Ronnie?"

"Don't play dumb, you know who I'm talking about!"

The twins shuddered. "Oh my God, is she planning to take revenge on Vaughn?"

"It's very possible that Fred, Vaughn must have grossed her out today."

"But it's also possible that hate can turn into love!" the twins suddenly said in unison, winking at Angelina.

There was a lot of fighting and noisy, and except for Emily who was a little dissatisfied because she was playing in the starting lineup for the first time, the failure did not dampen everyone's mood too much.

Only Wood truly couldn't accept it.

When Harry left the locker room, he saw Wood, who had changed his clothes, returning to the court.

He looked up at the sky, as if his soul was still flying and fighting there.

This made Harry feel very uncomfortable, and he didn't dare go back to Gryffindor, for fear of seeing more scenes like this - Gryffindor hadn't won a game for a long time, and everyone had thought that they could be proud of themselves this year.

Harry went to the sidelines to find Ron and Hermione, and the three decided to go sit in Hagrid's hut.

"You're saying my broom went out of control because someone cursed me?"

"Yes, Harry," Ron said, still feeling a lingering fear. "Hagrid said that brooms are very stable and usually have a lot of protection. Only powerful dark magic can cause them to lose control."

Harry was a little confused: "Who would target me? The black-robed man?"

"Snape, of course..."