Harry Potter and the Great Old Ones

Early the next morning, the weather was sunny and cold. The restaurant was filled with the enticing smell of grilled sausages. Everyone was looking forward to a wonderful Quidditch match and chatted happily.

"You must have a few bites of breakfast," Hermione urged.

"I don't want to eat anything." Harry fiddled with the ham and egg bread on the plate absentmindedly.

"Eat some toast," Hermione continued to coax.

"I'm not hungry."

Harry felt terrible. In another hour, he would be walking onto the field.

"Harry, you need to maintain strong physical strength." Seamus Finnigan said, "The seeker is always the person that the opponent should guard against."

"Thank you, Seamus," said Harry, watching Seamus slather ketchup on his sausage.

At this time, Tiera, who was reading a book, took out a piece of chocolate from her pocket, asked the house elf for a glass of hot milk, and pushed it in front of Harry.

"If you really can't eat, just drink some hot milk and eat this piece of chocolate." Tiera said.

In his previous life, he couldn't eat breakfast during his senior year of high school, so his father prepared him a cup of hot milk and a piece of dark chocolate with a bit of bitterness in the morning, which allowed him to survive the most difficult period of his senior year.

However, after the college entrance examination, he never ate dark chocolate again, and he would even feel nauseated when he smelled dark chocolate.

Harry took the dark chocolate and milk and finished the dark chocolate in two or three mouthfuls. He even drank the sweet cup of hot milk that Tiera specially asked the house elf to add some sugar to.

"Phew~" Harry indeed felt much calmer, and his originally bloodless lips also had a hint of red, "Thank you Tiera."

Harry noticed that Tiera was not as "clean" as usual today.

Two light yellow and red slashes were painted on Tiera's face.

Exactly the color of Gryffindor.

He also wears a huge lion puppet hat on his head.

This finally gave Harry the feeling that Tiera was a Gryffindor.

The time soon reached eleven o'clock, and it seemed that all the teachers and students of the school were in the stands around the Quidditch pitch.

Many students also brought binoculars. The seats were almost raised into the air, but it was still difficult to see the game clearly.

Tiera, Ron and Hermione moved to the top row, joining Neville, Seamus and West Ham fan Dean.

In order to surprise Harry, they used a sheet stained by the little mouse Scabbers to draw a huge banner, which said Potter must win. Dean, who is good at drawing, also drew a huge Granvillea underneath.

Findor Lion.

Then, Tiera waved her magic wand, making the entire banner double in size, and the paint on it flashed with different colors, as dazzling as a neon light.

"Borrow the light, borrow the light, give way." As soon as the banner was hung up, a thick voice came from behind them.

"Hagrid!"

Tiera, Ron, and Hermione squeezed each other to make a large space for Hagrid to sit in.

"I just watched it in my hut," Hagrid said, patting the big telescope hanging around his neck, "but the atmosphere is different from watching the game in the crowd."

As soon as Hagrid sat down, Mrs. Hooch appeared in the center of the arena carrying a box.

"I hope there will be a clean and fair game." Mrs. Hodge blew the whistle and opened the box.

The Bludger and the Golden Snitch soared into the sky, while Mrs. Hodge threw the Quaffle high into the air.

This is where an exciting Quidditch game begins.

The high platform where Tiera is located can take in the overall situation and is a very suitable position for watching the ball.

But Tiera's attention was not on the ball, nor on Harry, but looked at the teacher's chair from time to time.

The use of spiritual dimensions to influence material dimensions, especially the use of black magic, is traceable.

There is no specific spell or method to detect this kind of "traces" of magic, it all depends on the wizard's own talent and experience.

This kind of "trace" sensing can not only better help you hide your own "trace", but also help expose the disguises of other wizards.

For example, the Disguise Charm in the "Advanced Charms Tutorial", or the transformation spells other than Animagus.

Tiera tried to feel this "trace" based on Merlin's notes.

But it's a pity that he failed.

Tiera felt nothing.

I don't know if it's because he himself can't do it or because other little wizards' magic power is too weak.

But men can't say no.

If nothing else goes wrong, Voldemort is about to attack Harry in this Quidditch match.

This is the continuous magic output of an adult dark wizard.

The game continues to advance.

Gryffindor started well, but Slytherin soon took the lead back.

The game gradually became intense.

Suddenly, Tiera noticed that Harry's broom shook abnormally.

"Here it comes!" Tiera thought to herself.

While everyone else was looking at Harry, Tiera's eyes were fixed on Quirrell on the teacher's bench.

No, nothing.

Tiera was a little disappointed, he still didn't feel anything.

There were noisy exclamations in my ears, and a chaotic crowd in front of me.

There is no feeling like "mosquito wings brushing against the soul" described in Merlin's notes.

At this time, Harry's broomstick on the Quidditch field began to roll and roll, and Harry could only barely hold on to prevent it from falling.

Suddenly, the broomstick twisted wildly again, and Harry was thrown off by it!

He is now holding the broom handle with only one hand and hanging in the air.

"Did something go wrong with the broom handle when Flint hit him just now?" Seamus guessed in a low voice.

"Impossible," Hagrid said, his voice trembling slightly, "except for powerful black magic, nothing can interfere with a flying broomstick! It is impossible for a child to cast such magic on Nimbus 2000."

After hearing this, Hermione grabbed Hagrid's telescope. She did not raise her head to look at Harry, but began to scan the crowd anxiously.

"What are you doing?" Ron asked.

"I've already guessed it," Hermione gasped, "it's Snape! Look!"

Ron grabbed the binoculars.

Snape stood in the middle of the stands opposite them. He stared at Harry closely and kept mumbling something.

"He's causing trouble! Snape was casting curses on his broomstick," Hermione shouted.

"Then what should we do?" Ron's face turned pale.

"Look at me." Hermione turned around decisively.

Before Ron could say another word, Hermione wanted to squeeze out of the crowd.

"Wait Hermione!" Tiera grabbed Hermione.