Magic Replication, Who Is Helping Harry?

Above the Quidditch pitch.

Harry was being carried around by the broom.

Just as the Weasley Twins were about to approach him and rescue Harry, Harry's broom shot straight into the sky.

Harry was blinded by the strong, cold wind, and he was almost about to lose his grip on the broom and be thrown off.

The broom suddenly stopped.

It hovered steadily in the air, and Harry didn't even have time to react.

He gripped the handle tightly, afraid that the broom would suddenly slam into the ground at any moment.

However, contrary to Harry's fears, he remained in the same spot.

Trying to ride the Flying Broomstick, Harry was pleasantly surprised to find that he could control it freely again!

The initial ferocity, like riding a wild bull with hair, was gone, and Harry and the broom worked together seamlessly again.

Putting aside the earlier incident, Harry quickly refocused his attention on the game.

Perhaps it was because of the high position, or perhaps the broom just happened to stop in a convenient spot.

Harry saw a tiny golden light hovering somewhere below the stands.

"Chance!"

Harry let out a soft cry of surprise and swooped down towards the Golden Snitch.

High Table of the stands.

Snape, who had been struggling to recite the anti-spell, suddenly frowned; he felt something...

Feeling relieved?

Having to concentrate all his magic to resist the curse cast on Harry's broom, Snape was completely unable to be distracted.

He kept a close eye on Harry almost the entire time, not daring to relax for a moment.

But just now, Snape felt that the force affecting Harry's broomsticks seemed to have disappeared.

And his counter-curse techniques suddenly seemed unnecessary.

Who helped Harry?

Dumbledore?

He still couldn't just stand by and watch Harry get hurt...

As for who the real culprit was who wanted to kill Harry?

Snape abruptly turned his head to look at Quirrell behind him.

His already cold and deep eyes now appeared even more somber and icy, fixed intently on Quirrell's face.

But Snape saw that Quirrell looked worried, his lips were tightly pursed, and he showed no sign of activating any magic.

Even after noticing Snape looking over, Quirrell met his gaze and spoke first:

"Ha, what's wrong with Harry all of a sudden? Is... is the broom malfunctioning?"

These words made Snape's eyes narrow slightly. He didn't believe Quirrell at all; his intuition told him that this was the man in front of him who was behind it all.

However, he couldn't bring himself to attack Quirrell in public.

Damn it...

Harry whizzed past on his broomstick, heading straight for the area below a stand.

As Harry got closer, he noticed that this was Ravenclaw's stands.

The crowd swept by quickly, Harry spotted Lucien standing in the crowd, waving at him and opening and closing his mouth as if to say something like "Good luck!"

Harry couldn't hear what Lucien was saying, of course, but he seemed to be able to sense his friend's support.

Harry nodded slightly to Lucien, then bent down and continued rushing towards the Golden Snitch that was constantly shifting below the stands.

After Harry flew over, Lucien continued to stare at Quirrell, or rather, at the Magic Circuit within him that belonged to Tom.

The flow of magic power when casting this Dark Magic curse is not particularly complicated.

It is estimated that Voldemort's current power is limited, and he is unable to use more powerful magic.

The simulation was quite easy.

Yes, it must be related to his talent for Dark Magic; he learns related knowledge very quickly.

Another reason is the Eye of Magic Sight.

Since we can observe the Magic Circuit within a wizard's body, we can directly see how their magic works when they cast spells.

By trying to imitate this magical path, one can replicate the corresponding magical effects.

It's actually a pretty good method for learning from others.

It should also be very useful for observing and anticipating the opponent's moves.

The sound of chanting spells and the gesture of waving a magic wand can be used to deceive and mislead the enemy.

However, the flow of magical energy within one's body generally doesn't lie.

"Lucien, Lucien, we have to help Harry!"

A hurried voice suddenly interrupted Lucien's thoughts.

Lucien turned his head and saw Ron standing next to him, panting heavily, his flushed cheeks covered in sweat.

It's obvious they ran all the way here.

Ron took a few deep breaths to catch his breath, then prepared to explain the situation to Lucien and ask for help for Harry.

"We just saw Snape..."

However, before Ron could finish speaking, a loud voice that echoed throughout the arena interrupted him.

"Merlin's beard! Harry has caught the Golden Snitch!"

Gryffindor wins by a score of 170 to 60!

"A huge win!"

"This is simply a miracle! Harry Potter is absolutely our Gryffindor's lucky star!"

"..."

This time, Professor McGonagall did not stop Lee Jordan from giving his unrestrained commentary.

This older catgirl herself was excitedly waving and cheering; she's Quidditch fan.

There's nothing more exciting than seeing your college team win!

Moreover, Harry was recommended to join the team by Professor McGonagall.

And below the seats in the High Table' section.

Hermione quickly waved her wand a few times, extinguishing the flame at the tip.

She was just about to burn Snape's robes!

Lee Jordan's cheers and commentary stopped her in time.

Hermione let out a soft breath and, taking advantage of the audience's enthusiastic discussion, quietly slipped out.

As she walked, she was still thinking; in that short time, Harry had caught the Golden Snitch.

That must mean they've broken free from the spell's influence.

"But I haven't done anything to stop it yet. Could it be that Ron found Lucien faster, or that it was them..."

When Hermione walked out of the Quidditch pitch, she found Lucien and the others already waiting for her, including Harry.

Seeing that Harry was unharmed, Hermione was relieved.

"Harry, are you alright?"

Hearing Hermione's concern, Harry scratched his head and said hesitantly:

"Well, I wasn't hurt at all."

"That's when the broom acted strangely, suddenly becoming uncontrollable, as if it was going to throw me off, but..."

Harry's tone became even more puzzled.

"The broom suddenly returned to normal, showing no signs of getting out of control..."

In a corner somewhere.

Quirrell suddenly swayed and fell against the wall.

"Master, this time we..."

"It failed."

Voldemort's voice echoed in Quirrell's mind, but it sounded perfectly calm, without a trace of anger or displeasure.

But Quirrell dared not be negligent and said cautiously:

"It must be that troublesome Severus helping Harry, always hindering your plans. The Troll was one of them last time..."

"At first, he was indeed putting up a fight, but the strength he displayed later didn't seem like his usual methods."

Voldemort's voice paused for a moment before continuing:

"It was probably Dumbledore made the move. Ha, that old bastard."

"That's all in the past. Get ready, it's time to head to the Forbidden Forest."

Upon hearing Voldemort's command, Quirrell quickly agreed.

"Yes, I will prepare well, Master. I will definitely obtain Unicorn Blood for you."