The Blood Professor at Hogwarts

Chapter 42: Harry, Danger!

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Dracula frowned and stared at Quirrell, who showed no signs of abnormality.

He couldn't figure it out. Based on Quirrell's previous performance, it was basically certain that he was under Voldemort's control. But the person who wanted to kill Harry in the Quidditch game was not Quirrell.

Could it be that even if the Dark Lord who must not be named was weakened to a certain extent, he was still able to control more than one wizard to sneak into Hogwarts Castle

Dracula quickly scanned the entire Quidditch field and soon spotted another person behaving abnormally—

Head of Slytherin House, Severus Snape!

At this moment, Snape was standing in the middle of one of the stands, his eyes fixed on Harry, muttering silently.

But Dracula could see that Snape was clearly not the one who had cast the curse on Harry's broom.

Although his eyes were full of disgust towards Harry, his face was also filled with anxiety and worry about him, which was extremely complicated.

"It's really interesting that Snape is actually reciting a counter-spell to save his most hated student." Dracula curled his lips.

Seeing that Snape's counter-curse was quite effective and would not cause Harry to fall for a while, Dracula began to observe Snape with great interest, admiring his complex expression of disgust and worry.

Although Dracula could see Snape's purpose, the other young wizards did not have his keen eyesight.

Harry's good friend Hermione was very alert. She quickly noticed Snape's muttering and determined that he was the bad guy who was cursing Harry.

So she immediately ran down the stands and quickly ran towards the stand opposite where Snape was.

Hermione struggled through the crowd and came to the stand where Snape was. She walked quickly along the row of seats behind him, and even accidentally bumped into the back of Mr. Quirrell who was watching the excitement, causing him to fall headfirst into the front row of seats.

"Why...are you in such a hurry, Miss Granger?" Quirrell turned around and asked stutteringly.

"I'm sorry, Mr. Quirrell, but I really don't have time to explain now!"

Hermione apologized casually, but without stopping, she came to Snape through all the hardships.

While all the attention of the people around her was focused on Harry fighting with the broom, she squatted down, drew her wand, and whispered a few spells that she had learned by herself in her spare time.

Then bright blue flames leaped from her wand and caught the hem of Snape's robes.

Hermione thought it was the most appropriate spell for the situation.

The blue bellflower flames are not as dangerous as real fire. They can be touched and penetrated by people without causing burns, but they can burn materials such as clothes and plants. Because of this, this kind of flame will not cause harm to innocent students, and can be recycled at any time, and it is not easy to be discovered by Snape.

About thirty seconds later, Snape, who was concentrating on chanting the spell, realized that he was on fire. He was forced to take his eyes off Harry for a moment.

Meanwhile, Hermione quickly gathered the bluebell flame from his body into her pocket and hurried back down the row of seats - she was sure Snape would never know what had happened.

But at the exact moment when Snape looked away, the counter-spell that had been in effect stopped. The brand new Nimbus 2000 completely lost control and threw Harry off the broom!

All the audience stood up and looked at Harry falling rapidly in shock.

Hermione covered her mouth in surprise. She looked at Snape in front of her and found an expression of panic on his face - this expression had never appeared on Snape's face before!

Snape hurriedly took out his wand from his sleeve and tried to use the Slowing Spell to save Harry. On the other side, Professor McGonagall also stretched out her wand in time and recited the Slowing Spell -

“Arresto Momentum.”

The next moment, both professors were shocked.

Their slowing spell didn't work!

With the spellcasting skills of Professors Snape and McGonagall, they had not encountered a situation where the spell failed for many years. Now, in the emergency situation when Harry was about to fall, the slowing spell of the two suddenly lost its effect. This was undoubtedly a test of life and death for the young savior!

Harry, danger!

On the other side, Gryffindor's Beaters, the Weiss twins, have been trying to save Harry.

As soon as Harry's broom began to move strangely, the two tried to pull Harry onto one of their brooms, but to no avail - every time they approached him, the broom would instantly soar higher.

After the action failed, they no longer cared about winning or losing the Quidditch game or the bet with Slytherin, and flew towards the conspicuous black umbrella on the stands like crazy.

"Professor, can you save Harry? I know you can!"

"Yes, you are Harry's most admired professor. Don't let him down, Professor!"

The two flew to the stand where Dracula was and shouted anxiously.

Cedric under the umbrella also looked at him expectantly.

"Why, in your mind I am the kind of person who would watch someone in danger without helping?" Dracula chuckled.

Seeing the smile on his face, the three little wizards subconsciously breathed a sigh of relief.

Watching Harry still falling rapidly, Dracula looked at Professor McGonagall and Snape, whose spell had failed, in surprise, then stretched out his hand and snapped his fingers.

Then, a large bat, the same type as the one that caught Cedric, flapped its wings and flew out from under the parasol, and in a few flashes it flew under Harry.

The big bat caught Harry's falling body lightly, smoothly drew an arc downward, and placed Harry on the soft turf of the Quidditch field.

In the sky, Madam Hooch also rode her broom and picked up Harry's Nimbus 2000 before it fell to the ground.

She landed on the ground, ready to take it back for a thorough inspection.

"Are you all right, Harry?" Madam Hooch said worriedly, looking at Harry who was covering his mouth as if he was about to vomit. "Oh, poor boy, this is the first time he goes on stage."

"Don't worry, kid, the goals that Slytherin scored when your broom had problems won't count. You can play another game next time."

Madam Hooch pointed her wand at her throat, broadcasting the referee's voice to the entire room -

"I declare today's game as..."

"Wait, Madam Hooch!"

Harry finally spat out what was in his mouth, just in time to interrupt Madam Hooch's sentencing.

"I've got the Snitch!" he yelled, waving the ball high above his head.

The game ended with cheers from Gryffindor and protests from Slytherin. With the referee's approval, Gryffindor won the final victory!

Amidst the chaos, in a corner where no one could see, a young wizard with black hair, a handsome and sinister face quietly left the Quidditch field.

In his hand was a blank diary, with two words written in ink gradually fading away -

"Fiem (end of all curses)."