HOGWARTS:I REALLY NOT DARK LORD

At nine o'clock in the morning, the auditorium was almost full of people.

The weather outside was clear and cold, but it could not dampen the enthusiasm of the little wizards for Quidditch. Everyone was looking forward to a wonderful game.

The aroma of grilled sausages filled the auditorium, making people salivate.

Today is a feast of sausages, including white sausage made from veal, Thuringian sausages with sauerkraut, and Italian sausages mixed with mozzarella cheese.

Tom's favorite is the Thuringia sausage with sauerkraut. The greasy smell is relieved by the sauerkraut. The combination of the two is a perfect match, giving him some oriental cooking feeling.

Seeing that Tom liked eating sauerkraut and sausage so much, Da Guanni next to him secretly wrote it down.

Next time you write to your mother, you can tell her to let the house-elf learn the dishes that Tom likes to eat so that you can invite him to visit during the holidays.

Tom was eating happily, but over at the Gryffindor table, Harry's head was buzzing and he had no appetite at all.

Ever since that Charms class, Hermione and Ronald have become complete strangers. The two of them don't care about each other at all, but it doesn't affect the relationship between Harry and Hermione at all.

In Hermione's eyes, Ronald was hopeless, as he spent all day either playing or playing, while Harry was hopeless, as he at least would ask her questions and accept them with an open mind.

In order to help Harry better integrate into the team and to help the Gryffindor team win, Hermione found ten copies of "Quidditch in the Magical World" from the library and lent them to Harry.

Since reading this book, Harry has a deeper understanding of the sport of Quidditch.

There are seven hundred fouls in Quidditch, and usually the worst and most vicious fouls are committed by the Seeker.

No, did the golfer eat your fish and chips? Is there any need to be so specific about it?

What made Harry even more distracted was that he seemed to have discovered a great secret - Snape's limp was probably related to the corridor on the fourth floor.

?

What is hidden there? Is it Dumbledore's treasure?

"Harry, you have to eat some breakfast."

"I don't want to eat anything."

"Have some toast," Hermione advised, and Seamus, who was standing beside her, handed over a piece of bread evenly spread with peanut butter and sausages with ketchup.

"The longest Quidditch match lasts three months, and the longest game at Hogwarts lasts several days. If you don't eat something, you might starve to death on the field."

Harry picked up the bread and started to eat it.

At half past ten, all the teachers and students in the school seemed to have arrived at the Quidditch field. Tom followed Daphne to the highest point of the audience seats, where the view was the best and they could see the entire game clearly.

Directly across from them was the Gryffindor audience. Neville and Seamus were holding up a bed sheet with the words "Potter will win" written on it. The paint on the sheet was flashing different colors, and other props for cheering were also held up.

Slytherin was not to be outdone, with banners and magic patterns flying everywhere. For a moment, the stadium became a place for the two academies to "battle".

Daphne was indifferent to Quidditch, and only regarded it as a pastime when she was bored, not an avid fan.

However, the little witches still have a strong sense of collective honor.

She prepared a huge banner and asked Tom to help send it into the sky using magic.

The banner was twenty meters long and four meters wide, with a long green snake surrounding it and the words 'Slytherin Champion' written in the middle.

Tom thought about it and decided to join in the fun.

He took out his wand and shot a beam of light at the banner. Suddenly, the embroidered snake twisted as if it came alive. The huge snake head even broke through the restrictions of the banner and became a three-dimensional existence, hissing in the direction of Gryffindor.

Gryffindor had not responded yet, and it was obvious that no one could do this.

For a moment, Slytherin's morale soared.

At exactly eleven o'clock, players from both teams walked out of the player tunnel on time.

Amid the uproar, Madam Hooch blew her silver whistle, and fifteen broomsticks, including hers, took off into the air.

"The Quaffle was immediately snatched up by Gryffindor's Angeline Johnson - a very good Chaser and very attractive girl."

"Jordan!" Professor McGonagall was becoming popular right after the game started.

"I'm sorry Professor."

The narrator is Lee Jordan, a third-year Gryffindor student.

As good brothers of the Weasley twins, their commentary stance...is naturally biased.

"Johnson ran all the way and passed the ball!————Spinnett caught it very steadily. She is a talent discovered by Captain Wood and just became an official player this year. Oops, Flint used a very rude move to get the Quaffle. Is he going to score? Hahaha, no."

There was a thrilling attack and defense transition right at the start of the game, which made the audience very excited.

To put it simply, Quidditch is a game with three balls: the Quaffle is used to score points, the Bludger is used to hit people, and the Golden Snitch is used to end the game.

Seekers have little to do with the game other than avoiding Bludgers.

Harry and Slytherin Seeker Terence Higgs flew much higher than the other team members, circling in the sky like two eagles, squinting their eyes to look for the trace of the Golden Snitch.

Harry's performance surprised the Gryffindor students who had never seen him train. His flying proficiency was no less than Higgs's, and even more flexible.

Li Jordan naturally would not miss this opportunity to praise: "Potter is so flexible, it's hard to imagine that he has only been using the flying broom for two months. Look, his fake move shook off Higgs, it was really amazing!"

"This is not only due to the strength of the players themselves, but also to the broom. Compared with the Seven Stars Sweeping, the braking and steering of the Light Wheel 2000 are undoubtedly on a higher level. This St..."

"Jordan!"

The topic gradually went off track, and Professor McGonagall had to remind him again to bring his commentary back to the game.

puff!

Tom, who was listening to the commentary as if it were rap, suddenly laughed out loud. Daphne, who was watching the game intently, heard it and looked back blankly.

"Tom, what are you laughing at?"

Is this game funny?

Seeing Daphne's confused look, Tom found it even funnier and started to explain: "Do you know what a car is?"

Daphne nodded. Although she had never made it or opened it, it was good to be made.

Tom continued: "There is a group of people in the Muggle world who can remember every bit of car data, from horsepower to acceleration, from engines to tires, all kinds of parameters are clear in their minds."1

"But the only problem is..." Tom spread his hands and smiled even more maliciously, "They can't afford it.

"I think Li Qiaodan is quite like that kind of person. I admire their ability to talk so well even though they can't afford it.'

Daphne understood and fell on the boy's shoulder, giggling. Her laughter soon spread. Tom did not lower his voice, and the students around him all heard it. It spread at an alarming speed, and the entire Slytherin stand became a sea of joy.

The commentary desk and the teachers' stand were just to their east, and Ji Jordan looked over there in confusion.

Slytherin is only ten points ahead, there's no need to smile so happily, right?

At this time, a student with a malicious heart shouted with a megaphone spell: "We admire you for being able to speak so clearly even though you can't afford a Nimbus!"

Now the professors had strange expressions on their faces, wanting to laugh but feeling it was inappropriate.

Li Qiaodan blushed, but fortunately he was Nico and others couldn't see it.

However, he was much more honest in the following commentary, but his bias was still very obvious.

"Johnson has the Quaffle back, and she's flying at full speed! Throw it! Blige guessed wrong, great feint, Gryffindor scores!"

The cheers of the Gryffindors echoed in the cold air. Professor McGonagall clenched his fists tightly under the table, and shouted "yes" in his heart after Angelina Johnson scored a goal.

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Who could have imagined that Professor McGonagall, who was always serious and known for her strictness and fairness, was also an avid Quidditch fan. If she had not suffered serious injuries when she was young, she might have led the team to win the Quidditch Cup.

Suddenly, there was a cry of surprise from the stands.

The Golden Snitch appeared, flashing past Adrian Puse's ear. Harry saw it first and immediately began to dive. Higgs also saw it and moved just as fast.

But Harry's flying skills and speed were superior to his, and the gap between them gradually widened.

At this moment, Marcus Flint rushed over and violently knocked Harry away, and the Golden Snitch disappeared. Gryffindor missed this good opportunity to end the game.

"Foul!" Ms. Hooch angrily rebuked Flint and awarded Gryffindor a free throw, which caused a burst of curses from the Gryffindor stands.

But Flint didn't care, and even smiled provocatively at the Gryffindor stands.

Now even more people are scolding him.

"This is such a despicable and obvious act of cheating." Li Jordan gritted his teeth in hatred.

"Jordan!"

"Professor McGonagall, I meant the foul."

"This is my last warning. Do it if you can. If you can't, go dig some watermelons!"

"Okay." Lee Jordan calmed down, "Gryffindor is temporarily behind by 40 points, it doesn't matter [Potter jokes that the Golden Snitch's sense of smell is sharper than Tiggs's.

Suddenly, people in the stands noticed something unusual.

Harry's broomstick kept tumbling and tumbling, and he could only barely hold on to keep from falling off. After a while, it stopped trembling violently again.

Tom's eyes quickly looked towards the teachers' stand. Quirrell's lips were moving rapidly, and there was Snape as well. The two of them were like chanting a mantra, but neither noticed the other's movements. They used Harry's flying broom as a medium to fight each other in the air.

How can this be possible!

Tom was furious.

Why don't you call him for such a fun thing?

With his wand turned back in his hand and hidden in his sleeve, Tom also began to chant.

But his target was not Harry's Nimbus. A broomstick stuffed with Quirrell and Snape was already quite full, so he could change his target.

Tom took aim at Luanmi's Bludger.

Controlling the movement of objects with his mind is his forte. Before he went to school and got a magic wand, he was very good at it, let alone now.

Under Tom's control, the Bludger became faster and there was a whistling sound as it flew through the air. George was startled and looked at the Quaffle rushing towards him. He hit it hard with his bat. The powerful reaction force made his arm numb.

Quirrell, who was sitting in the teachers' stand, didn't notice this at all. He had a grim smile on his face and his eyes were fixed on Harry's broom.

Dumbledore is not here today, and if he gets Harry down from such a high height, he will definitely be smashed into a pulp.

It is equivalent to revenge for the master.

But soon, Quirrell's smile disappeared and his lips pursed as Snape's eyes swept over him.

Quirrell's attention was on Snape and Harry's broom, and Snape's attention was on the broom and Quirrell.

The two of them completely ignored the others.

There are other...balls.

After being drawn among several batsmen, the Bludger drew a strange arc.

Tom's eyes lit up, and he silently increased his strength and began his final sprint. The Bludger almost flew out of the field, but was pulled back by a strange force and rushed straight towards Quirrell.

's forehead.

When Quirrell heard the whistling sound behind him becoming increasingly sharper, he realized something was wrong but it was too late to turn back.

Bang--!

The heavy Bludger hit Quirrell hard on the back of his head. The strong impact made him fly up, over the seats in the lower row, and then fell on the stairs and tumbled.

, rolling down from the highest point until it hit the guardrail and stopped.

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If there were no guardrails, he would probably have fallen directly to the ground from the stands which was dozens of meters high.

"Professor Quirrell!"

Professor Flitwick was frightened by this sudden change and hurried over to check on Quirrell's condition. The teachers' stands were in chaos.

"I'll go see what's going on." Tom and Daphne said, pushing through the crowd and rushing towards the professor's stand.

At this time, Professor McGonagall and Professor Flitwick surrounded Quirrell who had already fainted. Professor Sinitas of the astronomy class rushed back to the castle to invite Mrs. Cheng Frey.

Tom came over, and McGonagall looked at Quirrell worriedly, not caring about why a little wizard appeared in the teachers' stand.

The dull thumping sound just now was enough to make one's teeth ache, which was enough to prove that Professor Quirrell had a good start.

"Professor." Tom observed for a moment and suggested: "Take off the scarf on Professor Quirrell's head. If the wound is damaged and infected again, it will be troublesome."

"That makes sense." Professor Flitwick and Professor McGonagall nodded.

"No!"

Just as they were about to take action, Quirrell woke up unexpectedly, raised his head with bloodshot eyes, and struggled to get up.

"I just feel a little dizzy, nothing else.

After saying that, in front of everyone's dull gaze, Quirrell actually limped away from the stands in a strange walking posture.

"What a medical miracle..." Professor McGonagall muttered to himself as he looked at Quirrell's back.

Tom heard Professor McGonagall's exclamation and nodded in admiration.

Quirrell, is a wolf destroyer!.