Hogwarts: The Book of Laws

At around eight o'clock in the morning, the teams from both sides began to enter the field. Each flew a circle in the air and performed some difficult moves in exchange for the cheers of the little wizards.

As various actions progressed, the atmosphere at the scene was quickly aroused, and the little wizards kept clapping and cheering.

Harry felt great riding on his broom, listening to the cheers in his ears. Since he was a child, he had never heard anyone cheering for him or singing for him.

"Welcome to the Hogwarts Quidditch House Cup. Today's game is Gryffindor." Lee Jordan waved his arm in the commentary box and pointed to the side where the Gryffindor team was. Many little lions also cheered.

"Fight, Slytherin!" Lee Jordan also waved his arm to Slytherin's side, and the little wizards of Slytherin also burst into cheers that were no less than that of Gryffindor.

"Okay, now our Quidditch referee, Mrs. Hooch, comes in to read the rules of the game."

Mrs. Huo Qi, wearing an easy-to-move robe, walked to the middle of the court. After announcing the rules of the game, Mrs. Huo Qi released the Quaffle, Bludger and Golden Snitch, and the game officially began.

The two sides immediately began to fight for it, and the young wizards of the two colleges also let out exclamations from time to time as the Quaffle continued to move.

Ryan and Hermione were currently watching the football game at the observatory using the telescopes they used to look at the stars in astronomy class.

"Wuhu, great defense, Wood." Hermione cheered.

"Sorry, Lean, you know, I'm a Gryffindor." Hermione looked at Lean next to her, said with a smile, and then put her eyes in front of the telescope.

"Well done, Angelina, Gryffindor scores!" Hermione jumped as if she had scored.

The cheers of Gryffindor in the distance were so loud that even Hermione and Rean on the observatory could hear them.

Hermione raised her head, glanced at Ryan proudly, and then put her head in front of the telescope.

Rean smiled and moved closer to his telescope.

"Sure enough, the Seeker is the most comfortable person in the entire game." Lean said looking at Harry who was hovering in the air watching the game.

"That's definitely the best seat to watch the game." Hermione also joked.

"I think so...wait a minute." Rean exclaimed.

"What's wrong?" Hermione hurriedly returned to her telescope. Harry was no longer in the center of the camera and was flying on the field.

"It looks like the game is almost over." Hermione also noticed that the seekers from both teams seemed to be chasing something.

"Not necessarily. Until the Golden Snitch is caught, everything is possible."

"Oh my God, this is so despicable." Hermione exclaimed, "Slytherin's Seeker Higgins actually collided with Harry. This is a proper foul. You see, Slytherin was given a penalty. ”

The little girl moved her eyes away from the telescope lenses, looked at Lien and said, "Are all Slytherins some insidious people?"

"Personal behavior, please do not escalate to the entire Slytherin." Rean immediately drew a clear line.

"I won't bullshit you, I'm going to continue watching the game."

"Look, Harry's broom seems to be out of control." Hermione said in disbelief, "This is impossible. I heard others say that Harry's flying skills are not good. Everyone saw this in the flying class. , it is simply impossible for this to happen.”

"It's a curse. Someone is using a curse on Harry." The little girl quickly reacted.

She turned the telescope and began to search the audience. She knew that if she wanted to continue to interfere with the broom's operation, she had to keep her eyes on the target and recite the spell continuously.

Soon, she discovered her target—Professor Snape.

"Look, Professor Snape is talking to...wait, why is Professor Quirrell here too?"

From the perspective of the telescope, Snape and Quirrell were staring at the sky at the same time, mumbling something. For a moment, Hermione fell into a daze.

"Lean, what do you think?" Hermione asked eagerly. Just now, she noticed that Harry seemed to be unable to hold on.

"Defuse the bomb."

"What?"

"One of the red and blue threads must be cut. Let's take a gamble. Whether Harry lives or dies depends on it." Rean took out his wand and said.

"What do you mean?" Hermione couldn't turn her head around for a moment.

"We randomly disrupt a professor's spellcasting. If Harry is fine, then that professor is the one who cast the curse on Harry, and Harry is naturally saved; if not, then the other professor wants to kill Harry. If you are a profitable person, then the poor savior may have an unforgettable experience." Rean spread his hands and said.

"But······"

"Professor Dumbledore is still in the stands, and there are so many professors here, don't worry." Rean comforted.

"Let me see which thread to cut." Ignoring Hermione, Lean turned his head and looked at the court, constantly choosing.

Of course, this was for little girls, and Lien, who knew the answer, didn’t have to answer this multiple-choice question at all.

"Spiking Technique" A magic spell was shot from the top of Lien's wand and disappeared into the air in front of him.

Professor Quirrell was staring at Harry in the sky. He knew that Snape in front of him was reciting a counter-curse, and he wanted to stand up and give Snape a kick, so that he could complete the task given to him by his master. Task.

But alas, he couldn't do it. As soon as he stops chanting the curse, the little ghost head will fly away immediately. And according to the current situation, Harry wouldn't be able to hold on much longer.

Snape was also cursing in his mind at this moment. Was Quirrell crazy? He was chanting curses directly in front of so many people. Damn it, Dumbledore, did he eat the wrong candy and become blind? Couldn't Quirrell see it? It's so obvious?

But he couldn't curse, because as soon as his counter-curse stopped, Harry would fall from the sky. Even if the treatment does not leave any physical damage, the psychological shadow will definitely remain.

This is Lily's child. I can't be asked by Lily when she comes back to life, but I don't do anything.

Yes, after the failure of the Resurrection Stone last time, Snape still did not extinguish his desire to resurrect Lily, but became more and more intense.

"Ouch!" A scream echoed through the sky, and at the same time, Harry's broom instantly regained control.

"Hug... I'm sorry... There's a nail in the seat... It seems..." Professor Quirrell stuttered and apologized to the frightened wizard next to him, while constantly rubbing his butt. .

Snape naturally heard the scream from the front. At this time, he was looking at Quirrell rubbing his butt with a strange expression.