When Snape looked back just now, his expression was clearly full of worry.
After Harry was firmly held back by Vincent, he cursed inwardly with a sullen face.
When the Bludger returned, he even began to gloat.
Serves you right!
But after Fred and George hit him several times and the shots flew back, his big face fell again.
The Bludger will actively attack both teams' players, but it's strange that it always chooses the same target.
Moreover, at a normal speed, it would be difficult to catch up with Vincent riding the Rascal Rabbit.
Even though he was carrying Harry, it wasn't something just any Tom, Dick, or Harry could do.
Snape squinted, his gaze sweeping back and forth across the audience.
Hermione, who was clenching her little hands tightly, did the same thing as him.
The first person she thought of was the one who opened the Chamber of Secrets.
To do this in Big White takes real guts.
"Will they be alright?" Neville's little face was full of worry.
"Definitely not." She made a brief eye contact with Snape.
The match is still ongoing.
No matter how much Marcus and his team tried to catch Wood off guard, they were unable to score a single goal.
Draco wasn't looking for the Golden Snitch; instead, he kept an eye on that splash of red.
Vincent had already gone around in circles several times, from the sky to the ground, was very confused.
Logically speaking, no one would dare to deliberately let the Bludger chase them.
He glanced at Harry.
Voldemort despises any species other than wizards and would never possess House-elf.
There are only two possibilities.
"Harry, I have an idea."
"What?"
"Gwendolyn is still hovering in the sky. Once I send you back, I'll find out who did it."
Harry nodded emphatically. "I understand."
Vincent suddenly braked hard, did a half-flip in the air, and flew upside down.
The Bludger again as if it had hit an invisible wall.
The professors and students had no interest in watching the game; they were all focused on the two people in the sky.
"I'll count to three." Vincent put Harry down and took his hand, pulling him back.
"Three
Two
One!"
After tossing Harry toward Gwendolyn, he did another half-flip and flew downwards.
The Bludger darted between the two players, paused briefly, and then shot back.
Harry had barely gripped the broom handle when he frantically sped away to dodge.
The answer is already very obvious.
Not only did they dare to appear at Hogwarts, but they also dared to manipulate the Bludger with impunity.
McGonagall nodded slightly to Dumbledore in another stand.
She had no intention of pausing the game; she was just staring at Harry with concern.
The Bludger seemed to realize something and charged forward with an even more frantic trajectory.
"Head down, Harry!" Fred's bat swept across his head, forcefully knocking him off the field.
Unsurprisingly, it's back.
"Go find the Golden Snitch!" George flew past Harry. "We'll take care of this bastard!"
"Good!"
Vincent tightened the protective gear on his arms and then flew toward the twins.
After the three of them turned around and Bludger, the game seemed to return to normal.
"Damn it!" Marcus's shot was blocked again.
"This is just a minor problem." Wood threw the Quaffle in his hand with force.
Just as Montague was about to get it, Katie grabbed it first.
She tossed the ball to Angelina, Pucey, who was chasing after her, had no choice but to make a sharp turn.
Girls are lightweight, so brooms should be lightweight and small in size.
Angelina left him far behind and made a feint towards Bletchley, who was guarding the left goal.
As the opponent flew to the right, she Quaffle into the goal in front of her.
60:0
It was certain that attention would be focused on Vincent, so Wood came up with several related tactics.
Using the superior performance of a broom, one can deceive the opponent with various feints.
Marcus, his face contorted with rage, roared at Draco, "Go find the Golden Snitch! And be quick!"
Draco paused for a moment, then looked towards Harry.
He doesn't need to look for it; someone will find it for him.
Vincent couldn't handle it; this mere Potter was no match for him.
Harry didn't notice anyone quietly approaching; he was simply observing intently.
Three teammates are playing, and three teammates are stopping the Bludger.
He was under immense mental strain and had an unprecedented desire for victory.
"Found you!"
The instant he chased after him, Draco followed.
Li sarcastically remarked, "Malfoy isn't Seeker at all; he's here to find Harry."
"Mr. Lee Jordan— "
"Okay, Professor."
Snape, who was in the audience, sat back down with peace of mind.
Those little rascals only do bad things; they're just a mere Bludger.
He looked toward Dumbledore and found that the other man made no response whatsoever.
It's both a learning experience and a chance for growth.
Hermione, on the other side, also sat down comfortably.
However, her gaze remained fixed on the three people chasing the ball.
The chase between Harry and Draco was quite intense.
They flew from the stands onto the grass in the heavy rain, tangling and colliding several times.
Draco, seemingly unconcerned about the Golden Snitch, tugged hard at Harry's protective gear.
With a "crack," the protective gear couldn't support his weight and slammed him hard onto the grass, covering him in mud.
"Serves you right!" After Lee's taunt, Harry came to a steady stop.
He raised his dislocated arm, opening his palm to reveal the Golden Snitch inside.
"The match is over!"
210:0
Wood and Angelina immediately flew towards the Bludger.
Fred and George's bats were slightly Transfiguration, Vincent's arm brace was full of cracks.
None of the three were injured, but they were all panting heavily.
"Stop it!" Wood spread his arms wide and brought the Bludger to a complete stop in his arms.
Even though the ball stopped moving, he kept his hands tightly clenched.
"Let's go find Professor Dumbledore together."
Harry didn't enjoy the joy of victory; instead, he followed behind them.
After carefully observing Vincent, Dumbledore winked at him very subtly.
Unlike Ford Anglia, who is currently wandering around in the Forbidden Forest, this Bludger is not special.
Perhaps it's due to the weight, but there are indeed magical traces of House-elf on it.
"I don't know who did it, but I'm certain someone tampered with it."
Vincent knew this was a hint.
Speaking the truth would only change students' views on House-elf.
In some cases, an individual can represent a group, or even an entire race.
Just like the Black Swan Club, we cannot condemn the entire Slytherin because of the actions of a few students.
He understood this principle, but the students who gathered around did not.
Dumbledore's attempt to learn this lesson was destined to fail in identifying who controlled the Bludger.
First, there was the House-elf who prevented Harry from going to school, and then Voldemort who opened the Chamber of Secrets of Secrets.
Vincent suddenly opened his eyes wide.
Dumbledore's hints didn't stop there.
There is a connection between that House-elf and the person possessed by Voldemort.