Hogwarts Crawler.

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After some scientific research, Bernard touched his chin and suddenly realized:

"I see... I can understand that the Imperius Curse and the Cruciatus Curse are Unforgivable Curses, but why is the Killing Curse also an Unforgivable Curse? There should be many curses that can kill people, right?"

"There are indeed many spells that can kill people, but the Killing Curse can only kill people. And the Killing Curse must have a very firm and clear intention to kill a person in order to succeed."

After Adam finished speaking, he realized that Uther and the others were looking at him even more strangely.

"No, I actually..."

Uther patted Adam on the shoulder before he could explain and sighed:

"Go get Egyptian citizenship. If you are ever imprisoned in Azkaban, I can ask my father to find a way to extradite you to Egypt."

Adam was speechless: "Thank you, but I don't think I can use it."

Just like he said, there are so many spells that can kill people, and in comparison, the Killing Curse is not even efficient enough.

"Don't look at me, look at Bernard. I'm just rich in theoretical knowledge, but his bag of stuff can be used for more punishment and handcuffs than mine, okay?"

Especially white phosphorus grenades!

Adam gave his three roommates a brief explanation about white phosphorus bombs. The three roommates looked at Bernard and then at Adam.

"Are all you Muggles so scary?"

"What does it have to do with me?"

Adam cried out so innocently.

"My parents also wanted me to be safer in school."

Bernard felt a little guilty at first, but then he straightened his back:

"Hasn't the matter of the troll entering Hogwarts been investigated yet? What if we encounter danger again? A pistol may not be able to cause damage to the troll, but white phosphorus bullets should be able to!"

"I'm a freshman who just entered school. I encountered a troll invasion in my first semester at Hogwarts. I was so scared. Can't I find some self-defense methods?"

That shouldn't be such a strong martial virtue, right? !

Adam slapped Bernard on the back.

"Brother, introduce me to your parents' friend!"

Chapter 26 Quidditch Culture of Each House

To Bernard's disappointment, until November, the Black Lake was frozen enough for skating, and nothing strange came into Hogwarts.

"Eugene, Bernard is fine, but why are you so disappointed?"

It was a rare occasion for the five of them to have lunch together in the auditorium. Cologne looked at Eugene beside him in disbelief. He had just followed Bernard's complaint with a "what a pity"!

"The troll must have been brought into Hogwarts by someone. That person must have had some purpose in doing so. Since he hasn't made any other noise for so long, he must have either achieved his goal or he is still plotting something in secret."

Uther cut a piece of sausage and put it in his mouth.

Eugene nodded in agreement.

"Well……"

Cologne scratched his head, knowing that his roommates' analysis was correct, but...

"It is also possible that he has been dealt with by Professor Dumbledore? After all, he is the greatest wizard of this century!"

"...That's true. If Professor Dumbledore solves the problem, he probably won't tell us."

Uther nodded.

"What do you think, Adam?"

Eugene looked at Adam.

"I?"

Adam raised his eyebrows. If Eugene agreed with Uther, he wouldn't have asked him this. Did he discover something?

"I think it's not over yet... Of course, I'm just guessing."

"I feel the same way... It's an inexplicable feeling."

Eugene started to talk a little more after getting to know them, but he rarely took the initiative to express his feelings like this, and for a moment the others were silent.

"...Well, no matter what, Professor Dumbledore will always solve all problems, right? Let's think about something to be happy about, such as the Quidditch match that starts tomorrow!"

Cologne broke the silence:

"Everyone has heard about it, right? Gryffindor's Seeker this year is actually a first-year student, and he is the savior Harry Potter!"

"Gryffindor vs. Slytherin...to be honest, I don't think this match is that exciting."

Uther swiftly changed the subject:

"Hannah and the others said that Slytherin always likes to play tricks during the competition and will do whatever it takes to win. Even if Harry Potter is very good, he may not win - unless he can catch the Golden Snitch at the beginning."

Having said that, everyone still gathered honestly in the stands of the Quidditch field the next day.

"This is the first time I've watched Quidditch from this angle!"

There was some noise around, so Bernard had to raise his voice.

"In fact, so do we."

Cologne leaned on the guardrail and looked very excited:

"Look, they're coming in!"

Adam looked down, but the distance was too far, so he could only see the green and red teams below from the stands, and couldn't tell which was which.

But the shortest one among the red ones should be Harry.

They had met once when they entered school, but had little contact afterwards. After all, the only classes that Gryffindor and Hufflepuff had together were astronomy and history of magic, and Adam himself kept a certain distance from them.

Accompanied by a sharp whistle, which was Madam Hooch's silver whistle, the two teams climbed to high altitudes almost at the same time.

"Wow~"

Exclamations rang out in unison in the stands, almost all of them coming from the freshmen who were seeing a formal Quidditch match for the first time.

The Quaffle was fiercely fought over by the Chasers of the two teams. The Keeper was on guard to prevent the three goals from being breached by the other team. The Beater protected his teammates from being harassed by the Bludgers. The Seeker...

The two Seekers were roaming the periphery, as there was no sign of the Snitch.

"mean!"

Colon slapped the guardrail excitedly - and he wasn't the only one to do so - as the Slytherin Beater hit a Bludger into the path of a Gryffindor Chaser, nearly knocking him off his broom.

"Isn't that a foul?"

Bernard's eyes widened. Such behavior was simply unimaginable in the Muggle world.

"Of course not, that's within the rules. After all, no one can guarantee that the ball they hit won't hit something for no reason."

"Well, that makes some sense..."

However, the situation on the field soon changed. The previous ball seemed to be a signal. The Slytherin Quidditch team quickly demonstrated their flexible moral qualities and jumped repeatedly on the edge of a foul.

Madam Hooch's silver whistle blew again and again, but it only made Slytherin's fouls more covert and difficult to determine, and did not awaken their competitive spirit at all.

Even Adam couldn't help but complain:

"These people should replace the snake flag with the flag of the stolen country. How shameless!"

"That's the way the rules of Quidditch work. There are too many ambiguous areas for people to play with."

Adam and the others were right next to the guardrail. As the game progressed, more and more students crowded over. The one who spoke just now was Cedric.

He looked at the chaotic scene on the field and sighed:

"That's why Hufflepuffs always have a hard time winning... We always put the fun of Quidditch first, but we seem to be the only ones who think so."

If the Hufflepuff team was really so utilitarian, Cedric wouldn't have been in the Hufflepuff team yet given his abilities.

Hufflepuffs don't kick out any of their players to win.

The Ravenclaw team is quite special. They have a desire to win but will not let training interfere with their personal lives. As a result, there is a huge gap between the upper and lower limits of combat power within the team. They often compete with Hufflepuff for the third and fourth place.

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As for the Slytherin team, whose playing style is similar to that of a certain thief...

"Look at the field!"

Colon's exclamation made everyone look over, and they saw Harry struggling to control the out-of-control broom - his broom suddenly began to shake up and down in the air, rolling and tumbling.

"What was that? Harry Potter's broom was broken?"

Cologne stroked his chin and analyzed:

"I heard that the school's broomsticks are indeed very old models..."

"The older models are the ones used for flying lessons. The ones used for competitions are reliable and of guaranteed quality. Usually only curses can interfere with their operation."

Cedric's expression was very solemn:

"But the curse? How dare a Slytherin -"

It’s obvious that the most outrageous thing Slytherin did last year was to bump into people. In a few years, they won’t be throwing spells at each other in the sky, right?

"I remember that the evil spell can only be activated if you focus on the target and chant the spell, right? Let's find out who it is!"

Colon pumped his fist.

However, after looking around, the group did not see anyone casting the spell, and none of the Slytherins present met the requirements.

"It seems the worst has happened - the one who cast the spell is someone in the stands!"

But how are they supposed to find that person among all those people in the stands?

In other words, when the Hufflepuff team encounters this situation, how should they deal with it?

"Maybe something worse—"

Eugene suddenly spoke up. He squinted his eyes and stared at Harry who was still rising in the air.

"Maybe the person who cast the spell wasn't trying to help Slytherin... he just wanted to harm people."

Uther was stunned for a moment, remembering what Eugene said yesterday:

"You mean... the guy who brought the troll into Hogwarts?"

Eugene nodded.

Chapter 27 A large wave of desserts is coming

This was not the first time that Eugene's sharpness shocked Adam, but Adam was shocked by him again.

Adam asked in disbelief:

"Is this just your feeling? Any clues?"

"No, it's just a... inexplicable feeling."

Eugene shook his head.

"I rarely have that happen, but when I do it's usually pretty accurate."

That’s so accurate!

Looking at his classmates who were lost in thought, Adam didn't know what to say for a moment. He couldn't tell them that there was a Voldemort on the back of Professor Quirrell's head.

Fortunately, Eugene's guess was just a guess after all, and everyone's attention returned to the field: the Slytherin team took advantage of the time when Harry was out of control to score goals crazily, and soon scored 40 points.

After all, Quidditch games are won or lost based on scores. Catching the Golden Snitch is only a sign of the end of the game. Therefore, even if the Golden Snitch has 150 points, if the score gap between the two teams is too great, it is still possible that a comeback will not be possible.

"What a shame! It looks like Slytherin will win again this time."

Cedric sighed.

"Do you really want Gryffindor to win?"