At that moment, Hagrid arrived.
He sat down in the Gryffindor section. Four students made room for him before Hagrid could barely squeeze in.
Hagrid said angrily, "I can't believe that the moment I arrived, I saw Slytherin students doing something like this."
He whispered to Hermione, "I've looked into the rules in your world. They're excellent, but unfortunately, the people in the Ministry of Magic have no interest in learning anything from Muggles."
Hermione was distracted. She was already thinking about how she could write something that would move those people.
Jordan really was a hot-blooded boy. Without caring that Professor McGonagall was beside him, he picked up the megaphone and loudly condemned Slytherin's despicable behavior.
He also loudly announced that he had given Flint a new nickname: Murderer!
And this time, Professor McGonagall did not stop him, because her lips were trembling with anger.
As the match continued, the crowd's cries of condemnation gradually faded. After all, the match still had to go on.
The Golden Snitch had naturally vanished without a trace, but there was no regret or anger on Harry's face.
After flying back into the air, Wood and the others gathered around him.
Wood patted Harry on the shoulder and asked worriedly, "How are you? Are you hurt?"
"Don't worry, I'm fine." Harry nodded.
George said, "Slytherin are a bunch of bastards. When you spot the Golden Snitch again, you have to be careful. But don't worry—we won't let something like this happen again."
Harry gave a quiet hum, though no one knew what he was thinking.
When Harry had his accident, two people in the Slytherin house, who should have been delighted, had very different thoughts.
They were Snape and Malfoy.
The moment Snape saw Harry plummeting at high