Signed to Hogwarts, I lead the magic revolution

For the misunderstanding just now, the little witch was very shy.

After listening to Ambo’s plan, Hermione nodded hurriedly, covered her face, and quickly ran out of the classroom.

After explaining everything, Ambo also breathed a heavy sigh of relief, returned to the dormitory alone, and kept reviewing the entire process of action in his mind.

Two days are fast on, and this day is the opening ceremony of the Quidditch match.

As a well-deserved first event in the wizarding world, even if a group fainting incident just two days ago could not discourage students’ love and popularity for Quidditch.

The first game of the year was Gryffindor vs Slytherin, and the professor who arranged the game was clearly proficient in Rah.

This also made it possible for everyone to go to the competition venue on the day of the game, and there were few students left in the castle.

“740” Amber is one of them.

The melodious whistle sounded in the sky, and fourteen brooms took off in unison, hovering in mid-air.

And this whistle also became Ambo’s alarm, and as the whistle sounded, Amber, wearing an invisibility cloak, quietly left the Slytherin common room.

He knew that in this Quidditch match, Quirrell, or Voldemort, would definitely attack Harry.

And this is the rare time for Amber to act.

However, Amber did not go to Quirrell’s office first, but after walking around, he came to Snape’s potions warehouse on the first floor.

Looking at the warehouse full of potions in front of him, the smile on Anbo’s face bloomed more and more.

“I’m sorry, Professor.”

Immediately, Amber’s wand waved, and the dragon skin pocket on his waist instantly opened, like a bottomless pit. Loot the entire potions warehouse.

Immediately, he carefully took out a bottle of fiery red potion and placed it on the shelf in the middle.

Looking up and down at his arrangement, Ambo nodded in satisfaction, and then turned and walked quickly towards Quirrell’s office on the fourth floor.

On the other side, on the Quidditch field.

As soon as the game began, Quirrell sat in the stands, staring uneasily at Harry in midair.

Quirrell, or Voldemort, still did not give up this opportunity to do something to Harry.

In Voldemort’s view, even if he was embarrassed at the hands of Ambo, Harry Potter was more dangerous and important than important.

Ambo is just a little smart first-year freshman, but Harry Potter is the real culprit that made him live a miserable life for eleven years.

At the thought of this, Voldemort’s face was full of hatred.

Harry Potter, today is your time to die.

The game went on slowly, and the confrontation on the field became more and more intense.

Harry, who didn’t know anything, was looking for the golden snitch without distraction.

Suddenly, he felt the flying broom that he had been controlling like paper, and at this time there was a violent trembling.

Such shaking made him overwhelmed for a while, he instinctively thought that there was something wrong with this light wheel 2001, and quickly recalled the previous “Flying Broom Repair Book”, constantly debugging the performance of the broom.

However, this was doomed to be useless, and the broom took him to fly faster and faster in circles on the field, and even broke through the limit of the flying broom, and the whole person turned into an afterimage, shuttling on the Quidditch field.

“Harry!”

Seeing this scene, the first person to react was not the professor present, but the Weasley brothers, who had already focused their attention on Harry.

Seeing the scene, as I said, after Harry’s broom went badly wrong, the twins decisively gave up hitting the Bludger, and the two surrounded from the opposite direction, relying on their excellent flying ability to surround Harry’s group in the middle.

“Damn it! These two Weasleys! ”

Seeing that his vision was disturbed by the constantly circling Weasley brothers, Quirrell gritted his teeth in hatred, cursing constantly in his heart.

In this noisy environment of life, countless professors sat around, and it was naturally impossible for Voldemort to openly take over Quirrell’s body.

Quirrell, on the other hand, was nothing more than a Ravenclaw graduate, not even a master in a certain field.

Facing the Weasley brothers, who couldn’t stop circling and disturbing, they naturally couldn’t keep their eyes on Harry for long.

Cutting off Quirrell’s silent casting, Harry suddenly felt the pressure decrease.

Knowing that he didn’t know what happened at this time, he found that the flying broom inexplicably returned to normal and quickly raised it, panting and continuing to look for the traces of the golden snitch…

And Hermione, who had been observing Quirrell and Harry, quietly lowered her head after seeing this scene, took out her mobile phone under the cover of her robes, and sent a message to Ambo.

On the other side, in Hogwarts Castle.

Amber, who was quietly guarding the door of Quirrell’s office, was relieved to see this message.

Fortunately, things went according to the original book, and Quirrell didn’t come up with more fancy work to target Harry.

As for whether Harry would fall off the flying broomstick, causing serious injury or even death, Ambo was not worried at all.

Not to mention that he had instructed the Weasley twins to protect them, just saying that there were double-digit professors around the arena, and any floating charm was enough for him to land steadily.

But now, knowing that Quirrell has begun to move, his side can also act.

I saw An Bo draw his wand and cut through the mysterious arcs in mid-air.

The transparent purple light mask instantly unfolded, covering the entire office.

At this time, Ambo leisurely took out the tool and easily broke open the door of the office.

After entering the office, Ambo looked at the layout. (Read violent novels, just go to Feilu Fiction Network!) ）

The room is not small, but it is particularly crowded.

Messy potion materials can be seen everywhere, and the ceiling is densely hung with cages, which are full of feathered scales of some magical creatures, 2.1 has accumulated a thin layer of gray, and it looks extremely old.

“The disguise is well done, it seems that there are times when there is no nose and fear.”

After a whispered grunt, Ambo began to pick up the magic alert in the room.

Speculum mirrors are just pediatrics, with Voldemort’s means, really placing important places, there must be more hidden and stronger protective magic.

It’s a meticulous job.

Sure enough, after probing for a moment, next to a dusty bookcase, Ambo felt extremely hidden and obscure magic fluctuations.

And as Ambo chanted the words, the wand waved, and layer after layer of magic protection was unlocked.

A pitch-black wooden cabinet hidden in the gap between the spaces was squeezed out from between the two bookshelves and appeared in front of Ambo’s eyes.