Harry Potter's Dharma

Under Zheng Fan's gaze, Harry Potter's flying broom swerved left and right in the air, swinging violently from time to time, almost causing Zheng Fan to fall from it. The broom twitched and twisted crazily all the way, slowly moving Harry higher and higher away from the field.

Zheng Fan turned his head to look in the direction of the audience and saw Quirrell staring at Harry's broom, muttering something. It was obvious that he was casting a spell.

Zheng Fan couldn't understand him at all.

This was Hogwarts, the Quidditch stadium that was the center of attention. How naive was Quirrell to try to kill Harry in a place like this?

He looked at Snape again. As expected, Snape had also discovered Quirrell's intentions and was trying to cast a spell to protect Harry. However, he was a few beats slower than Quirrell, so he couldn't keep up with Quirrell's pace.

Probably because of Zheng Fan, many people followed his line of sight and looked in Harry's direction. When they saw what was happening, there was a sudden burst of screams from the audience.

Harry's broom was tumbling non-stop, and Harry was barely holding on to the 987 to prevent himself from falling.

Suddenly, the flying broom twisted crazily again, and Harry was thrown off.

He was now holding on to the broom handle with one hand and was suspended in the air.

"Oh, my God, Gryffindor's ball seeker Harry Potter, his broom seems to have gone crazy!

He's about to be thrown off the broom now!

I can't imagine what's going to happen from this height! "Li Jordan said loudly.

Mrs. Hooch hurried over.

Zheng Fan didn't care too much about the situation. After all, Harry Potter didn't fall in the original novel. As long as no one died and the ball game was over, it was fine. As for whether Harry Potter would be frightened or not, it had nothing to do with him.

Just as he thought of this, Zheng Fan was surprised to see that Harry Potter's broom didn't stop moving at all, and he was falling straight down. He was now about 40 meters above the ground. If he fell, he wouldn't be able to escape the fate of becoming a pile of meat paste. Even Madam Pomfrey wouldn't be able to save him!

"He's falling!!!"

Amidst the terrified screams of the crowd, Harry Potter screamed as he fell. His hands and feet were frantically flailing around, trying to grab something, but it did not stop him from falling. In a few seconds, he would become another victim in the history of Quidditch.

Slap!!

Just when everyone thought that Harry was dead for sure, a ray of red light, like a long red whip, suddenly swung down from the sky and wrapped around Harry Potter with a snap.

Everyone looked up and saw Zheng Fan holding a broom in one hand and taking out a wand from her pocket with the other. The tip of the wand was connected to the red light, hanging Potter in the air.

Zheng Fan flicked her wrist slightly, and the red whip of light suddenly became taut. Harry, who was tied up at the end of the whip of light, screamed in pain, and drew a semicircle in the air.

Holding the Harry Potter lightsaber, Zheng Fan said indifferently, "You know nothing about origin power!"

"What?" asked the batter, Townsend, who had just flown to his side.

"… Nothing." Zheng Fan opened his mouth, but in the end, he was speechless.

If they were both Muggles from the twenty-first century, Dondel might have triumphantly replied, "I'm your father!" But now that they were all wizards, it was better not to make a joke that Dondel obviously did not understand.

The feeling of not being able to get along with the conversation made Zheng Fan's mood complicated.

He swung his hand, and Harry Potter sat back on his broom.

Looking at Zheng Fan's elegant movements, the players of Slytherin whistled. Under Zheng Fan's leadership, the players had long since gained confidence that far exceeded that of ordinary students. Even when faced with such an unexpected situation, it only surprised them for a moment, and they did not panic.

On the other hand, Gryffindor's side was in a mess.

The host was shouting, "It's a close call!

It's a close call!

Thank you to Slytherin's captain, Zheng Fan!

When Harry was falling, it was his powerful magic that caught Harry!

If it wasn't for him, even if Harry didn't die today, I'm afraid he would have to live in St. Mungo's for half a year! "

St. Mungo's was the most famous hospital in the British wizarding world. Many irreversible magic injuries were treated there. In other words, to be able to live there meant that one had suffered extremely serious injuries that were difficult to treat.

But no one would say that Li Jordan was exaggerating. If Harry had fallen from that height just now, he would definitely have died.

Zheng Fan saved Harry Potter, but he was expressionless. He was still thinking about what had just happened.

After thinking about it carefully, he suddenly realized something.

In the original novel, Harry Potter was saved because Hermione and Ronald went to Snape and Quirrell's seats together. They thought that Snape was trying to hurt Harry, so Snape cast a spell on him and knocked Quirrell over. That was how Harry was saved.

But it was different now. Hermione went to Ravenclaw and didn't interact with Harry at all. Her heart was on Zheng Fan, and Ronald was a stupid kid with no intelligence, decisiveness, and reflexes. He definitely wouldn't take the initiative to help Harry, so this was how things ended up like this.

"It seems that when things change, things will change as well … I can't blindly rely on the original book's experience …" Zheng Fan rubbed his chin and thought.

In the audience, Quirrell stared at Zheng Fan and gritted his teeth. He didn't understand why Zheng Fan would do this. He didn't affect Zheng Fan at all!

Why did he do this?!

He would be punished by the Black Devil!

Snape heaved a sigh of relief, but he looked at Zheng Fan with a strange expression. He thought that the person who saved Harry would be McGonagall or Dumbledore who suddenly arrived, but he didn't expect Zheng Fan to be the one who saved Harry.

What kind of person was this guy?

In the arena, because of Harry's incident, the game was paused by Mrs. Hooch, and everyone landed on the ground.

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Chapter 3: Time is a little tight …