The Gryffindor players flew through the air, greeted by thunderous cheers from below.
Each of them was overwhelmed with emotion. How long had it been since they had beaten Slytherin? And with such a crushing victory, too.
They all knew it was because of Harry.
George said with a grin, "Harry, you really are the Chosen One—the Chosen One of Gryffindor!"
The others laughed and nodded in agreement.
With Harry, we'll be invincible!
Because Harry is the most shameless one among us!
Harry glanced at them. "Are you thinking something bad?"
They broke out in a cold sweat, shaking their heads furiously as they gave awkward laughs. "How could we be?"
Just then, Harry's broom suddenly jolted, nearly throwing him off. Then it began dipping and rising, swerving left and right like a crazed bull in an arena, its violent force battering Harry's body.
Harry suddenly remembered this little incident. Taking advantage of a gap, he glanced at Quirrell in the teachers' stand. Quirrell was staring at Harry without blinking.
This was a curse from Dark magic.
Fortunately, Quirrell was not casting the spell directly on Harry, because Harry was not yet capable of facing him in a duel. Of course, Quirrell did not have the nerve to do that either. Otherwise, the headmaster would notice far too easily.
This curse used mental power to seize control of the Flying Broomstick, rendering it beyond Harry's command.
The Harry from the original story would naturally have had no way to deal with this. But Harry was different. His mental power was extremely strong.
Harry extended his consciousness into the Flying Broomstick and, sure enough, sensed an evil aura. It was influencing the broom, preventing it from obeying Harry's control.
Following the fluctuations, Harry traced them back and felt a