The Wind and the Eagle Wings at Hogwarts

"what happened!"

The sudden changes on the court made the players flying in the air a little confused.

"Quick! Everyone! Disperse!"

Captain Bruce was the first to react. He shouted loudly to ask the team members to avoid the broomstick that was emitting black smoke.

Fortunately, there were quite well-trained Quidditch players on the field at this moment. They reacted to the captain's shouts and immediately accelerated their flight away from the broomstick.

At this moment, Scott, who was standing in the stands, looked as sinking as water.

Roger's broom was still flying in the air, following the second-year Chambers closely, making him unable to get away for a while.

The black smoke coming out of the broom was getting thicker and thicker, and there were even a few sparks.

"Merlin!"

Chambers shouted in panic.

"Don't panic!"

Bruce, the captain and batsman, stepped forward, sped up to Chambers and tried to knock the broom away with his bat.

"Scott!"

Roger, who had landed on the grass of the stadium, raised his head and shouted.

Scott chanted a spell, waved his wand vigorously, and pointed at a wooden bench in the front row of the stands.

A startling eagle call sounded, and the wooden bench instantly transformed into a giant eagle that flew up, flying through the air like lightning, and reached Chambers and Bruce in the blink of an eye.

The sharp eagle claws accurately grasped the out-of-control broomstick. The giant eagle flapped its wings and flew high into the sky with the broomstick.

"Well done Scott!"

Roger jumped up and shouted excitedly.

"Well done!"

Bruce also raised his fist high.

"marvelous!"

The players were getting ready to applaud...bang!

With a loud noise, in front of everyone's horrified eyes, the broomstick exploded violently, and the eagle conjured by Scott using the transformation technique was also blown to pieces.

The transfiguration spell immediately lost its effect. The eagle turned into countless sawdust, falling from the sky together with the broomstick debris.

"Merlin's beard!"

Roger stared at this scene dumbfounded, with cold sweat breaking out on his forehead.

"Bastard! Who is it!" Bruce was also completely angry. "This is murder! This is a murder against our players!"

Others also realized the seriousness of this matter at this moment, and fell to the ground on their broomsticks.

Scott also ran off the stands with Milton.

"Why... why did this happen!" Milton was panting after running. His eyes were red and he was still scared. "But... it's good that you are here, Scott, it's good that you are here... …”

"Scott!"

Roger rushed over and gave Scott a hug. He was rarely incoherent.

"Oh! I don't know...how I can thank you, my brother! You saved my life!"

"And me and Chambers!"

Bruce came over and patted Scott hard on the back.

"Thank you." Chambers, who looked pale, also thanked him.

"You're welcome." Scott patted Roger on the shoulder twice and pushed him away.

He strode forward and picked up a piece of broomstick remnants from the ground.

"I think someone should notify our dean now." He suggested to everyone calmly, "And the rest of the people can collect these fragments first and hand them over to Professor Flitwick for inspection."

"Yes! That's right! We must find out that bastard who is secretly causing trouble!"

Bruce responded first.

"Qiu! Go ahead! Go tell Professor Flitwick what happened here!" He said to Qiu Zhang, "Go there on a broom, don't worry about being deducted!"

"no problem!"

Qiu Zhang forced a smile, got on his broom and flew towards the castle.

"Now, let us collect as many broom fragments as possible!" Bruce ordered the others, "Remember not to use magic! So as not to affect the professor's judgment!"

Everyone responded and actively lay down on the grass to search.

"What do you think?"

Roger squatted next to Scott and asked him softly.

"Have you calmed down?" Scott was still picking up the broom fragments with his head down. "After calming down, do you feel that this matter is not as serious as Bruce said?"

Roger said affirmatively: "Yes, now that I think about it, it took more than ten seconds from the black smoke coming out of the broomstick to the explosion. Looking at the black smoke like this is like a reminder."

Scott said, "The guy who committed the crime is quite measured. He probably doesn't want to be imprisoned in Azkaban yet."

"Him?" Roger was stunned for a moment, "You seem to know something, Scott."

"I have no evidence now." Scott smiled, "But I believe the evidence will be found soon."

"Okay." Roger sighed, "I believe you."

"Are you all okay?"

Professor Flitwick screamed.

Qiu Zhang took him down from the sky riding a broom.

"professor!"

"professor……"

The students immediately gathered around and started talking about it.

"Okay!" Professor Flitwick waved his hand, "Quiet! Davis! Trollope! You two come here first!"

"Good professor."

Scott and Roger stood up together and walked to Professor Flitwick.

"Professor, these are pieces of Roger's broom."

Scott handed him several larger broom fragments wrapped in a handkerchief.

"You did a great job, Scott!" Professor Flitwick reached out and took the fragment wrapped in the handkerchief, "You accurately sensed the problem with this broom, and used your excellent spells and transformation to resolve it in the face of danger. This crisis!”

He waved his hand fiercely.

"I'll give Ravenclaw fifty points for that!"

"Well done!"

Everyone else started cheering and clapping for Scott.

"Very good." When the applause stopped, Professor Flitwick began to examine the broom fragments collected by everyone.

He took out his wand and cast several different colored spells on the pile of fragments.

"This is very difficult." He said almost to himself, "After all, the broom has been blown to pieces. It is difficult to detect what kind of manipulation it has done."

Although he said this, Scott and others watched his movements carefully, waiting for his conclusion without any doubt.

"Let me think."

Professor Flitwick thought for a while, and then used several strange spells in succession.

Scott carefully identified the spell he was reciting, and then confirmed that he had not even heard it.

"Good, that's it!"

Professor Flitwick shouted.

Scott could feel that the magic power remaining on the pile of fragments began to change.

"This is not caused by a curse, not any kind of black magic spell." Professor Flitwick stared and carefully identified, "If I guess correctly, someone used a magic item with a powerful curse to target This broom has some tricks on it.”