"Flint's despicable behavior has completely angered the audience in the stands!" Lee Jordan shouted into the microphone, his tone full of excitement. "Look, someone in the audience is throwing curses at him. It's great. Oh, I mean it's terrible. There is chaos on the field and Madam Hooch has to blow the whistle to stop the game."
"Jordan!" growled Professor McGonagall.
"By the way, Flint wasn't hit by the curse. I bet he must have stepped in dog shit when he went out today." Lee Jordan became more and more excited. When he found that Professor McGonagall was about to take away his microphone, he quickly changed his words and said, "Well, well, the Slytherin Quidditch captain did successfully prevent Gryffindor from winning the game and almost killed the Gryffindor team's seeker. His despicable behavior also aroused the dissatisfaction of the audience. I hope Flint won't be hit by the curse during the game."
Madam Hooch shouted at the audience to stop people from throwing curses at the players, and the game was suspended for ten minutes while the chaos calmed down.
However, the chaos just now still cannot change the fact that the Gryffindor team has been completely suppressed by the Slytherin team. The current score is 20:40, and the Slytherin team is temporarily leading.
This was not the first time that Fred and George had encountered this situation. The two had already started to play dirty tricks on the Slytherin team. The pursuer Belle was threatened by Fred's stick and had to raise her broom to avoid the stick. For this, she was directly hit by George's frontal bludger, and her nose was crooked.
Awesome!
The Weasley twins high-fived each other in the air, to cheers from the Gryffindor house.
However, everyone's joy did not last long. The ghost ball fell from Bell's hand and was caught by another Slytherin pursuer, who successfully scored a goal amid the roars of the Slytherins.
"Is there something wrong with Potter's broom?"
In the audience, Isobel noticed the changes on the field and signaled Albert to pay attention to Potter's situation. "I don't think Slytherin students have the ability to interfere with a flying broom."
“Has it started yet?”
Albert muttered quietly, moving his binoculars towards Potter's position. Potter's broom was indeed out of control, twitching and twisting wildly, rising higher and higher, carrying Harry Potter away from the stadium.
"What did you just say?" Isobel raised her eyebrows slightly.
"Look over there..." Albert raised his hand and pointed in Snape's direction, "Someone is probably casting a curse on Potter's broom."
"Snape?" Isobel looked in the direction of Albert's finger and saw Snape standing not far away, his eyes fixed on Potter in the sky, muttering silently, as if he was ready to cast a spell to kill Harry Potter.
“It shouldn’t be like this!”
"What?"
"I don't think Snape would be so stupid. Even if he could throw Potter down from a high altitude, it's impossible for him to die directly from the fall."
Yes, Isobel's idea was completely reasonable. Most of the professors at Hogwarts came to watch the Quidditch match. As long as Harry Potter was thrown off his broom, there would definitely be a professor who would cast a shock-absorbing spell on him in time, which could easily solve the problem of falling from a high altitude. Harry Potter would be fine, at most he would be frightened.
"I don't know why Snape likes to make trouble for Harry Potter." Albert said, "But as long as his brain has not been caught by the door, he should not use such a bad trick."
"Do you know who is hexing Potter's broom?"
Isobel looked at Albert in surprise. She also felt that it was unlikely to be Snape. After all, a gloomy guy like Snape didn't look like a fool at all.
Albert smiled and did not answer.
Isobel turned her attention back to the other professors, and frowned slightly when her eyes passed over Professor Quirrell.
This new Defense Against the Dark Arts professor is indeed suspicious.
"Professor Quirrell?"
"Why do you say that?"
"Professor Quirrell is actually very suspicious. That big scarf... well, I can't read his thoughts." Isobel said, "Based on my impression of him, Professor Quirrell is obviously not a very good wizard. He should be more inclined to theory, and there are not many wizards who are good at brain occlusion."
"Although there is no evidence, Quirrell may be a minion of the mysterious man." Albert said in a voice that only the two of them could hear: "From now on, stay away from Quirrell, and don't try to use Legilimency on him."
"Then you often ask him questions. I heard that Professor Quirrell is avoiding you now." Isobel said speechlessly. "But why did Quirrell come to Hogwarts? To get rid of Potter, or to steal the thing in the restricted corridor on the fourth floor?"
"It should be the latter." Albert said without hesitation, "Getting rid of Potter should just be a matter of convenience."
"I remember that Professor Quirrell was from Ravenclaw College, so he shouldn't be that stupid!"
"Who knows?" Albert actually couldn't understand why Quirrell thought that if he threw Potter off his broom, he would be killed.
Maybe Voldemort's possession caused his IQ to drop
Perhaps, he was actually forced to do this by Voldemort
Maybe…
All in all, it all seemed like a farce to Albert.
Yes, a farce.
At this moment, all the audience in the stands noticed the abnormality of Harry's broom, and everyone was whispering, discussing what was going on with Harry's broom.
The Slytherin students were all staring at Harry Potter, and some even started shouting "Fall down", "Fall down". As long as Potter fell off the broom, they could take every coin out of Kenneth Toller's pocket, and even take off his pants before leaving to pay off the debt.
Harry's situation was indeed not good. He was almost thrown off the broom. Currently, he was hanging in the air with only one hand holding the broom handle, and his situation was precarious.
Albert was not too worried about Potter's situation. His binoculars fell under the banner. Hermione beside Ron had disappeared. Albert turned his eyes to Snape and found that the guy had just been startled and was trying to put out the fire on his robes.
Albert turned his eyes back to Potter, and sure enough, the broom had returned to normal, and Harry had climbed back onto the broom handle, which disappointed most of the Slytherin students. They also experienced the feeling of the students who had bet that Harry would catch the Golden Snitch, just like riding a roller coaster.
Albert found that it was not unreasonable for Snape to take the blame. If he didn't know the plot and saw the scene just now, he would probably think that it was Snape who was casting an evil curse on Potter's broom, and at most he would suspect that Snape's IQ might have some problems.
The game lasted for about another twenty minutes, and the Slytherin team was still slowly expanding their advantage. They successfully scored two goals and widened the score to 20:60.
As people were outraged at the Slytherin players' attempt to attack Harry, they saw Harry suddenly dive down to avoid the oncoming Bludger and start chasing Higgins for the Golden Snitch again.
This time, as they dived directly towards the Golden Snitch on the ground at high speed, Higgins gave up at the last moment.
"Potter caught the Golden Snitch." When Albert saw Harry raise the Golden Snitch that he had spit out of his mouth above his head, he said to Isobel beside him with a smile.
"Congratulations, you won the bet again. Remember to treat us next time."
The game ended in chaos, with Gryffindor eventually defeating Slytherin 170:60.
"He didn't catch the Snitch, and Potter almost swallowed it." Flint roared angrily, but it was completely ineffective. Harry caught the Golden Snitch and won the victory for Gryffindor. What's worse, he and his partner lost a lot of Galleons because of this.
After the game, Flint was blocked on the Quidditch field by a group of students who came to collect debts.