A Certain Hogwarts Magician Professor

At ten o'clock in the morning, the Quidditch pitch was full of people.

Felix walked into the bustling stadium and stepped on the spectator platform closest to him. There was a sudden burst of cheers on the field, and a blurred shadow in a bright red robe threw the Quaffle into the goal.

Commentator Lee Jordan said: "Beautiful goal! Gryffindor moved back one inning, the current score is temporarily ahead of the Slytherin team, 60 to 30, their super broom played a huge role."

"I have to compliment Wood, if it weren't for him, Gryffindor's score would be even worse!"

Felix's gaze continued to swept across the other audience on the high stage, and soon he saw a middle-aged man with platinum blonde hair, Lucius Malfoy, on the Slytherin seat painted with green patterns.

Beside him stood a timid house-elf.

Lucius' eyes were firmly fixed on his son Draco Malfoy. At this moment, he and Harry were entangled. With a superior speed, he made an emergency stop in mid-air like a show, and turned around and said : "Your reaction is a little slow, Scarhead?"

Harry held his breath, he ignored Draco verbally, his eyes kept wandering, whether it was the Easter holiday or the last week, as long as there was time, Wood would call them crazy to practice more.

"We're at the pinnacle of history!" Wood encouraged his players before the game.

Harry agrees with this too, this is the closest they've ever come to a champion, he's rising higher and higher, turning, spinning, swerving, circling up, zigzagging, and zigzagging. .

Draco followed closely behind him, but he didn't have time to challenge Harry.

The intense chase lasted two or three minutes, and at the end even Harry felt dizzy and had to stop.

Soon, Slytherin scored another goal.

Harry couldn't help but get a little anxious. According to the three tactics Wood formulated before the game, the ideal situation is that he can catch the Golden Snitch as soon as possible and not give Slytherin a chance to expand the score.

Slytherin's strategy is the opposite, constantly delaying time, as long as the game lasts for two or three hours, and when the physical strength drops to a low point, it is time for them to dominate the battlefield with the advantage of the broom.

That's why Draco keeps harassing Harry.

On the high stage, Felix calmly read the game. Under the effect of the acceleration of his thoughts and the super-sensation spell, his state was extremely sensitive, and he could receive the changes brought about by a gust of wind and a cloud on the field.

The originally blurred shadow became clear, and he could even see the flashing expressions on the faces of the team members.

Fourteen people on the field were included in his calculations, and Felix tried to predict their trajectories.

It's like having a high-quality duel.

This made him feel the charm of Quidditch for the first time, although, his reasons were not the same as others.

"Sure enough, people can't be too stubborn." Felix thought in his mind.

When the score was fixed at 110:60, a faint golden shadow crossed the corner of Harry's eyes. At the same time, Felix's eyes were also fixed on this small figure.

Harry made a conscious effort, he flew in the opposite direction on purpose, Draco followed as expected, just as he was about to turn back and laugh at Potter again, he found that Harry had disappeared from sight. .

"He's under the platform!" a Slytherin player yelled at him.

Li Jordan also noticed this scene: "Look! Harry fooled Malfoy, he was chasing the Snitch! We can't see it, Harry must be in the wooden frame!"

There was silence on the field, and everyone held their breath.

Even the players on both sides stopped in mid-air, waiting for the result.

Wood, who was standing by the goal, shouted angrily: "Don't stop, Angelina, Katie, keep attacking!"

However, just after more than ten seconds, before they could organize the next offensive, Harry rushed out with the Golden Snitch in his hands, circling around the court constantly, welcoming the cheers of the audience.

"Fantastic scene! Harry catches the Snitch, game over! Gryffindor wins, 110:210!"

Lucius Malfoy stood up, raised his head expressionlessly, kicked Dobby away and walked off the high platform.

After waiting for a moment, Felix also stood up, adorned from a distance, Lucius stopped at the edge of the court, waiting for Draco to appear, and the little wizards in twos and threes walked out of the court one after another, discussing the game enthusiastically.

Felix pointed his wand on his body, and the blue robe faded little by little until it blended in with the environment.

He brushed past Lucius.

When Harry walked out of the court surrounded by Gryffindor, he caught a glimpse of Lucius bowing his head to teach Draco, Draco said with a bitter face.

It made him even happier, and although there were still a few games to go, he was confident that Gryffindor would eventually win the Quidditch Cup.

After walking some distance, Harry suddenly found the house elf beside Lucius.

His eyes widened instantly, "It's Dobby!"

Is he the Malfoy house-elf? !

Harry stared at Dobby in disbelief, and Dobby noticed his gaze too, looking over with eyes the size of tennis balls, and he waved to Harry.

But Lucius had already reprimanded his son and strode away, with the elf following him, and before finally disappearing, he gave Harry a pitiful look.

...

In the evening, the auditorium.

"What did you say! Dobby's from the Malfoys?" Ron looked at Harry in surprise, his drumstick hanging in the air.

"Shhh! Quiet," Harry whispered to Ron and Hermione, looking around and seeing that no one was paying attention, "I saw it with my own eyes, when I came out of the field."

Hermione said cautiously, "Harry, what do you think? Is this all a conspiracy by Malfoy, or is it Dobby's actions alone?"

Harry wasn't sure either, he could sense Dobby's respect for him, but he couldn't ignore the long-standing tradition of house-elves.

After coming out of the auditorium, they walked in the garden and had a heated discussion.

"I think Dobby can be trusted, Harry," Hermione analyzed. "The danger he's referring to is the Chamber of Secrets, which we discussed. If it's all Malfoy's conspiracy, he doesn't need to be superfluous."

Harry also leaned toward this statement, while Ron was more neutral: "While you're right, I've never heard of a house elf disobeying his master's orders."

During the rune tutorial that night, Hermione asked a question: "Do house-elves disobey their master's orders?"

Professor Hepp's answer was meaningful, "Generally speaking, no. But a contract cannot bind free will."

Because of the ending, the author has to re-read the previous content and take care of various details, which takes more time. So don't say that the author is short, six thousand words is really difficult. The alliance leader will not lose the update, let the update fly for a while...