Hogwarts, a Scholar Becomes a God

Above the Quidditch field, Harry was holding on to his broomstick, like a girl on a pole, spinning, jumping, without stopping.

The people in the stands below were worried about him.

"Did something happen to the broom when Flint bumped into him just now?" Seamus guessed in a low voice.

"Impossible," Hagrid's voice trembled slightly, "nothing can interfere with a broomstick except powerful black magic, which is impossible for a child to master."

After hearing this, Hermione quickly reacted and grabbed Hagrid's binoculars. Instead of looking up at Harry, she began to calmly look at the crowd.

"What are you doing?" Ron glared at Hermione. He felt that the other party was too calm and didn't seem to be worried about Harry.

Of course, he didn't see the expression on his cousin Clark's face, otherwise he must have complained too.

And Hermione saw what she guessed, but she didn't say anything, but turned her head to look at Clark again.

At this time Clark had just withdrawn his gaze from Quirrell, and the two looked at each other, Clark nodded unrecognizably, and after receiving his instructions, Hermione said: "It's Snape, look! "

Ron quickly grabbed the binoculars, and saw Snape standing in the middle of the stands opposite them, his eyes fixed on Harry, and he muttered silently.

"Oh, it's Snape, he's playing tricks, he's jinxing Harry's broomstick!" Ron exclaimed, yelling.

"What should we do?" In this situation, Ron was completely panicked and could only turn to his most trusted Clark for help.

"It's okay, look at me." Clark stood up directly, and before Ron could say another word, he got into the crowd, followed by Hermione decisively.

"It's Quirrell who is casting a spell on Harry's broom." There were many people in the stands, and the voices were very noisy, which made Hermione only able to hear what he said clearly if she pressed close to Clark.

"Why? I only saw Professor Snape chanting a spell." Hermione whispered into Clark's ear, the wind tickling him.

"It's silent casting and wandless casting! These are two very clever casting techniques. Snape can't possibly harm Harry. Remember what Hagrid said? Snape likes Harry's mother!"

Clark didn't give any extra explanations, but Hermione completely believed his words, "Then what should we do?"

"Now is not the time to expose Quirrell. Let's pretend we don't know. You'd better interrupt Snape, and I'll deal with Quirrell."

When the two hurried to the teacher's stand, Harry in the sky was about to fall because of the shaking of the broom!

Everyone stood up, worried about Harry who was in deep danger. His teammates even flew forward and tried to pull him onto the broom, but the broom coincidentally avoided them every time.

They could only descend below Harry so that they could catch him if he fell.

Then, while they were distracted, Marcus Flint of the Slytherin team grabbed the Quaffle and made a shameless five hits without anyone noticing him.

And Clark and Hermione struggled through the crowd and came to the stand where Snape was. Of course, Quirrell was also here, sitting just behind Snape.

The two walked quickly along the row of seats behind the stands. As they got closer to Quirrell, Clark clearly smelled a pungent garlic smell, which was the smell from Quirrell's turban.

It was precisely because of this smell that there was a circle of seats around Quirrell, and those little wizards would rather stand and squeeze than sit next to him.

However, only Clark was keenly aware of the magic power fluctuations hidden under the smell of garlic. The fluctuations were extremely subtle, as if in a summer mosquito net.

The feeling of mosquito wings brushing your soul is full of malice.

If Clark hadn't known that this guy was not a good person from the very beginning, and had focused all his attention on him, he wouldn't have discovered such deeply hidden traces of black magic.

Clark's brows loosened a little. It seems that Quirrell is not entirely relying on his own strength.

At this time, Hermione had already rushed towards the seat behind Snape, because she was too anxious, which made her actions a little rough and reckless, and naturally knocked Quirrell to the ground.

Hermione didn't stop to apologize, but Clark on the side reacted quickly.

"Professor Quirrell, be careful!"

He stretched out his hand and grabbed Quirrell's turban quickly and anxiously, as if trying to hold the teacher to prevent him from landing on his face.

However, Quirrell's reaction was faster. Contrary to the sluggishness he showed before, he avoided Clark's grasp by a tiny bit. Grabbed Clark's wrist.

In that way, it seemed that when Quirrell was about to fall to the ground, Clark just reached out and let him take a hold to stabilize his body.

"Professor, are you okay?" Clark asked with a concerned face, but secretly estimated in his heart, the agility attribute of Quirrell should be at least 13-14, and the reaction is not slow!

And Quirrell, who lowered his head, also had a cold light in his eyes, but when he raised his head, his face had changed into a grateful expression.

"Oh, thank you, Classmate Clark."

The two looked at each other and smiled, looking like a filial teacher and apprentice. Occasionally, the little wizard who saw it praised Clark's behavior.

"Professor, you hurt me."

Clark kindly reminded Professor Quirrell, because after he stood up, he was still grabbing Clark's wrist.

"Ah, oh, sorry, the teacher didn't respond for a while."

Quirrell let go of Clark's wrist, and it could be seen that a red palm print appeared on his wrist. ——The strength is not small!

Both of them acted as if they didn't see each other, they were still talking and laughing.

Just then, there was some commotion in the front row, and Professor Snape suddenly howled and jumped up from his seat.

A bright blue flame flowed around his body, making him look like a burning man, extremely scary.

Seeing that Hermione has succeeded, Clark is no stranger to this kind of flame, because this is the effect of the magic grease he invented after being ignited.

And when everyone was attracted by Snape's movement, Hermione had already run back along the seat, and together with Clark, disappeared into the crowd - Snape didn't know what happened yet.

By the time Hermione and Clark returned to the Gryffindor stands, Harry in the air had climbed back onto his broom. Not only that, but he also quickly landed on the ground, as if he was too scared to fly by the accident just now.

But before the Slytherin students laughed at him, Harry, who fell on the ground, covered his mouth with his hands and coughed, as if he was about to vomit, and then he saw a piece of gold fall into his hand.

"I've got the Snitch!" he yelled, waving his hands above his head, golden lights flashing in his hands, and victory through hardships made him look like a hero on the field.