"Professor Dracula!"
Harry and the Weiss twins looked in the direction of the voice in surprise, and saw the interested silver-haired professor who had arrived on the Quidditch field at some point.
From time to time, bean-sized raindrops fell from the sky, very consciously bypassing the edge of Dracula's body, and falling on the lawn with "plop" and "plop".
The weather today has been gloomy, with no sign of sunshine, and it even started raining after the game started.
However, this kind of weather, which would only bring discomfort to Quidditch matches and spectators, just suited Dracula's taste. In the sunshine, he didn't mind coming to the first Quidditch match of the school year to watch the excitement.
"I just saw that the Bludger was running around Potter, right?" Dracula asked.
"That's right, Professor. Someone must have tampered with the Bludger!" Fred nodded heavily. "I now seriously suspect that someone sneaked into Madam Hooch's office and cast a spell on the Bludger!"
"Mr. Weasley, I've checked it, there's nothing wrong with the Bludger." Madam Hooch glared at Fred seriously, then turned to look at Dracula: "Professor Dracula, you should stay in the audience and not appear on the Quidditch field. This is against the rules!"
"I'm just here to say a few words and will leave. I won't delay your game." Dracula smiled gently at Madam Hooch.
Seeing Dracula's smile, Madam Hooch's tone softened and she nodded reluctantly.
"Okay, you're a professor..." she said, "but you only have one minute!"
"That's enough." Dracula chuckled, turned to look at Harry and the other Gryffindor Quidditch players, and said to them, "The Bludger may have been tampered with, but it's unlikely that it was done before the game."
"It's very possible that, like Potter's broom last year, it was cursed during the match."
"Then what should we do?" George asked worriedly, putting his arm around Harry's shoulders.
"Professor, you can definitely help us solve this problem, right?" Fred asked.
On the one hand they were worried about Harry, on the other hand, under any possible circumstances, the twins certainly did not want the twenty gold Galleons they bet to disappear.
Madam Hooch also looked over with doubt and asked, "Professor Dracula, are you telling the truth?"
Faced with this unexpected situation, even if she was reluctant to suspend the Quidditch game midway, she had to think carefully about it.
"It's okay, just play as usual." Dracula shook his head. "As for the guy who did that, I will help you catch him."
As he said this, he looked at Harry with a very amusing look, "Even if I didn't catch him in time, it's still no problem to rescue Potter in time. I think you should have experience, right, Potter?"
"Of course, I believe the professor can catch me in time." Harry nodded helplessly, and at the same time he was still complaining in his heart, 'After all, I have experienced this once in the competition last school year...'
Harry couldn't figure out why there were always problems when he participated in Quidditch games. Either Quirrell cursed his broom, or he was chased by a Bludger like today, and there was always the danger of falling off the broom...
Fortunately, today's Quidditch game had Dracula's promise, and the players and referee Madam Hooch all put their minds at ease.
All the Quidditch players returned to their respective positions and took up their positions.
"All-"
Madam Hooch's whistle blew again.
Harry kicked his feet and flew into the air with a "whoosh". At the same time, he heard a gust of wind behind his head and knew that the Bludger was chasing him again.
However, he was not too anxious. He knew that as long as he delayed for a few more minutes and waited for Professor Dracula to find the person who cursed the Bludger, he could be saved.
The rain was getting heavier, and Harry was rising higher and higher, turning, spinning, plummeting, circling, and circling east and west in the sky...
He walked back and forth in a zigzag pattern like he was weaving a flower rope, trying hard to avoid the attack of the Bludger.
The dense rain curtain formed by the heavy rain was thick, blocking the sight of the young wizards, and the audience outside the venue could hardly see the abnormality of the bludger. But they could see Harry making funny and weird movements in the air.
Rain even poured into Harry's nostrils as he dangled headfirst from his broom to avoid yet another fierce attack from the Bludgers.
Harry heard a burst of laughter from the Slytherin crowd. He knew he must look very embarrassed, but he didn't have time to care about it. He just hoped to avoid the attack of the bludger.
Fortunately, I don't know if the person manipulating the Bludger was too far away to control it precisely, or if the curse cast on the Bludger was not that strong—
The wild Bludger seemed very clumsy, and could not change direction as swiftly as Harry, so the Bludger and Harry were stuck in a stalemate of chase and escape for a while.
Harry felt slightly dizzy from the constant circling movements, but he was still eager to win and kept his eyes wide open.
He looked through the raindrops that pattered on his glasses, through the silvery rain curtain, and carefully observed any golden reflection of the Golden Snitch within the entire Quidditch field...
A whistling sound rang in Harry's ears, and he knew that the Bludger had almost hit him again. He turned around and sped in the opposite direction.
At the same time, Dracula quietly appeared in the thick rain.
He spread his wings and hovered in the sky, with light flowing in his wine-red eyes.
The dense rain curtain had no effect on him at all, it only served as the best visual cover for the wings behind him.
Dracula watched with great interest the various funny but effective flying moves of Harry for a while, and after a long while he finally remembered his own business and turned his attention to the Bludger that was flying around Harry like crazy.
Looking at the trajectory of magic power connected to it, a look of surprise slowly emerged on his face.
This type of magic doesn't look like magic cast by a wizard at all, but more like... a house-elf
“This is where things get interesting.”
Dracula raised the corner of his mouth with interest, and disappeared in the thick rain with a flash.
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Harry dodged the Bludger's attack once again.
With his superb Quidditch talent and long-term adaptation to bad weather training, Harry has now become very familiar with the route. He began to fly in circles around the edge of the Quidditch field like a pendulum.
After walking half a circle around the stadium, Harry suddenly found that the sound of breaking wind that often rang in his ears had disappeared.
He turned around in delight and found that the crazy Bludger had indeed returned to normal and flew in another direction, finally no longer chasing him.
Harry knew that Professor Dracula must have caught the perpetrator, so he finally breathed a sigh of relief and stopped spinning.
All this time dodging Bludgers must have exhausted him!
"Were you practicing ballet just now, Potter?" Just when Harry breathed a sigh of relief and wanted to take a two-minute break, Malfoy suddenly flew over on his Nimbus 2001 and laughed loudly.
Harry turned around and glared at Malfoy hatefully.
But seeing as he didn't have the energy to argue with him anymore, Harry decided to ignore him and fly to the other side of the Quidditch field.
At this moment, he suddenly discovered that a hint of golden light quietly emerged in the thick rain.
Harry suddenly opened his eyes wide and looked through his glasses towards the place where the golden light appeared.
He saw the Snitch!
The Snitch was hovering just inches above Malfoy's left ear - Malfoy was too busy laughing at Harry to see it!
At that moment, Harry stopped all his movements, his body suspended in mid-air, not daring to speed up and rush towards Malfoy.
He was afraid that Malfoy would notice his movements and discover the trace of the Golden Snitch.
Given their current distance from the Snitch, if Malfoy also saw it, Harry would have no chance of catching the Snitch.
Harry's mind raced, trying to find another way to distract Malfoy.
At this moment, he heard the sound of wind and caught a glimpse of the very familiar Bludger out of the corner of his eye.
Harry's eyes lit up, and he suddenly thought of a good idea. He suddenly felt that this crazy Bludger was not so annoying after all -
As Malfoy looked at him triumphantly, Harry, suppressing the fatigue and dizziness caused by the long rotation, urged the broom once more, spinning up and down around the Bludger.
"Hahaha..." Malfoy looked at Harry's funny actions and couldn't help laughing out loud, "I say... Pott -, the so-called 'scoring star' of the Gryffindor team is actually obsessed with dancing ballet on the Quidditch field... Hahahaha..."
Malfoy held his stomach and laughed so hard on his broom that he fell back and forth with laughter. His whole body was shaking and he looked like he would fall off the broom at any moment.
He didn't notice the golden snitch so close to him.
In the hazy rain curtain, Harry put on an angry expression, suddenly stopped spinning, and rushed towards the sneering face below.
He saw the eyes on that face widen with fear - Malfoy thought Harry was going to hit him!
"What are you—" he cried in horror, and hurriedly dodged Harry's flying path.
Harry didn't charge at Malfoy, but instead let go of the broom with one hand and reached out to grab -
He felt his fingers grip a cold, winged metal ball!
Harry felt relieved, but at the same time he lost the strength to continue flying, and fell straight to the ground. There was a cry of surprise from the crowd below.
With a "bang", water splashed everywhere.
Harry landed heavily on the muddy lawn, but managed to hold himself together and climb off his broom.
A weak smile appeared on his pale face, and he raised his hand high -
The golden snitch that represents victory is firmly held in his hand!
"Dududu—"
Madam Hooch blew the whistle to mark the end of the match, followed by cheers from the audience and the commentator Lee Jordan's extremely excited shout:
"Our talented Seeker, Harry Potter, has caught the Golden Snitch, right next to the Slytherin team's Seeker's ear! Let us congratulate Gryffindor on their victory!"
Fred and George flew over from a distance, threw their brooms aside, lifted Harry high up, and threw him into the air.
"Well done, Harry!" shouted Fred.
"We really made a lot of money from this bet!" George's eyes seemed to have turned into the shape of gold Galleons.
Harry also smiled with relief and looked towards the professors in the audience, hoping to see Professor Dracula and thank him for his help.
However, the seat on the podium originally reserved for Dracula was empty.
…
At this time, Dracula had returned to his office.
With him came a very short house-elf with bat-like ears, a thin nose, large protruding green eyes, and wearing only an old pillowcase.
The house-elf who was caught doing something bad was standing trembling in front of Dracula's desk.
He tried several times to use the house-elf's unique Apparition to sneak away, but was froze in place by Dracula's casual glance and could not escape at all.
The elf finally realized that this professor was not an ordinary wizard, and he was afraid that he would be in great danger today...
"It's strange. Why do I feel like I've seen you somewhere before?" Dracula sat behind his desk, looking at the house-elf with confusion.
He always felt that this elf looked familiar, but he couldn't be sure whether it was an illusion caused by face blindness of this species.
So Dracula said, "Why don't you introduce yourself first and tell me who your master is?"
"Dobby... Dobby was not sent by the master!" The elf looked determined to die. "Dobby will not surrender. Dobby cannot betray my master."
"So your name is Dobby." Dracula smiled casually, "But that's a lie. How can a house-elf act on his own?"
"Well, I also know that house-elves will not betray their masters, so let me change the question - why did you come to harm Potter?"
Hearing Dracula's new question, the house-elf Dobby's expression suddenly changed. He seemed to be stimulated by something, and tears kept rolling down his pointed long nose.
"Dobby... Dobby never intended to harm the great Harry Potter..." Dobby sobbed.
"The 'great'... Harry Potter?"
Dracula frowned.
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