Quirrell Makes His Move

Harry was furious. For him, an orphan, his parents were a taboo subject that could not be insulted.

Harry angrily wanted to punch Malfoy, but Malfoy didn't even try to dodge; instead, he put his face right up to Harry's fist.

If Harry punches him, Harry will be disqualified.

If Gryffindor Quidditch Team is missing a Seeker, their chances of winning are greatly reduced.

Just as Harry's fist was about to land on Malfoy's small face, a glint of cunning appeared in Malfoy's gray eyes.

Just then, the twin brothers hurriedly pulled Harry back from the side and scolded Malfoy:

"Malfoy, you're not welcome here. Keep your Slytherin underhanded tricks to yourselves."

Malfoy ignored the twins' scolding, staring at Harry with disdain while mouthing words.

"Rubbish!"

Harry, who was being held back by the twins, was furious and desperately tried to charge at Malfoy, but was blocked by the twins every time.

Fred Weasley whispered in Harry's ear, "Harry, calm down. If you hit Malfoy now, Madam Hooch will definitely send you off the field."

"But Malfoy insulted my parents!" Harry shouted angrily. "I'll make that despicable man pay!"

Looking at Harry's impotent rage, Malfoy chuckled, gave him the international sign, and whispered:

"Don't rush, Harry Potter. If you've got the guts, beat us in the match. Otherwise, you're just a useless piece of trash who can only rage incompetently."

After saying that, Malfoy happily returned to his own group.

Plan succeeded. Malfoy's excitement level increased by 100, while Harry Potter's sanity decreased by 100.

And so, with Harry Potter having lost his mind, the first Quidditch Match of the school year began.

As soon as the game started, Wood, captain of the Gryffindor team, shouted, "Use Tactic A! Tactic A!"

The Gryffindor players on the field immediately got into position.

The three Chaser formed a triangle, while the Weasley brothers, the Beater, flew to Harry's vicinity to protect Harry.

"Hey Harry, calm down, don't fly around recklessly, stick to the plan!" George Weasley looked at Harry worriedly.

At this moment, Harry was like an enraged bull, panting heavily, his eyes like copper bells, frantically searching for the Golden Snitch in the arena.

He's lost his mind now; he doesn't care about any plans anymore. All he wants is to find the Golden Snitch as quickly as possible and win the game.

On the other side, Slytherin's team had also set up their pre-prepared formation.

As soon as the game began, Beater Jiedi and Goyle, with sinister grins, swung their baseball bats at the Weasley twins from Gryffindor.

"What exactly are the Slytherin people up to?" The Weasley twins were completely baffled.

There aren't any Bludger yet, what are you guys doing flying over here?

However, they soon found out what Jiedi and Goyle were there for.

As soon as the two approached one of the Weasley twins, Jiedi started trash-talking:

"You're the Weasley twins, aren't you? We Slytherin all know about your exploits."

"Shameless! Attacking first-year students with senior wizards, how utterly shameless! He has the air of Slytherin."

The Weasley twins' faces darkened, they snorted coldly, barely suppressing the urge to whack Jiedi with their clubs, and rode away on their flying broomsticks.

But Jiedi wasn't about to let them go. He immediately followed them, cursing the Weasley twins ' ancestors to the eighteenth generation.

Finally, the Weasley twins couldn't hold back when Jiedi said their mother looked like a fat sow.

"Fuck you, if I don't shove a baseball bat into your... this time, I'll change my last name to yours Fred Weasley!"

With that, Fred Weasley stopped playing and grabbed his bat to hit Jiedi, Jiedi frantically ran away, using the broom to his advantage and toying with Fred Weasley like a dog on a leash.

And so, right at the start of the match, three members of the Gryffindor team were affected, and the scales of victory slowly tipped in Slytherin's favor.

In the distance, Lester, riding a modified version of the Victor Nimbus 2000, flew aimlessly across the track as if strolling in his own garden.

In fact, he was confident that he could easily win the game on his own.

However, Quidditch is a team game after all. Even if you can carry the team, you should still let your teammates feel involved.

Although winning by doing nothing is very satisfying, they joined the Quidditch team partly because of their own reputation and partly because they genuinely love Quidditch.

Therefore, I still assigned them a plan.

Suddenly, a golden light appeared before Lester's eyes, the golden reflection dazzling Lester.

Upon closer inspection, a small, golden ball with wings was flying freely in a corner of the arena.

Meanwhile, Harry, who had been wandering around, spotted the Golden Snitch. He glanced back at the unhurried Lester and Harry dashed over.

Lester remained unfazed, riding his flying broomstick close behind Harry.

When the Golden Snitch saw someone coming to capture him, he immediately fled at lightning speed, appearing high above the arena in the blink of an eye.

Upon seeing this, Harry immediately grabbed a broom and chased after them without hesitation.

At that moment, Professor Quirrell, who had been watching Harry closely from the audience, revealed a cold smile and tucked his hands into his robes.

His head drooped slightly, pretending to rest, but his lips, which were actually covered, were moving rapidly behind his collar.

Nonverbal Spellcasting, Wandless Magic, long-range curses. This is Quirrell's true power.

Harry, who was already shoulder to shoulder with the sun in the sky, suddenly felt a chill down his spine and a strange sense of unease.

Then, the flying broomstick beneath him began to dart wildly out of control, like a runaway horse trying to throw Harry Potter off.

"Damn it, this flying broomstick is malfunctioning!" Harry's pupils dilated, and as he looked down, he was terrified.

By this time, he had flown hundreds of feet into the air. If he were to fall from here, he would probably really be going to meet Merlin.

"Someone save me!" Harry felt utterly desperate. For the first time, he felt so small and death so close.

The young wizards in the audience were in an uproar, discussing among themselves as Harry was about to be thrown off his flying broom.

"Oh my god, Harry Potter's flying broomstick is out of control! He's going to be thrown off!"

"What should we do? We're hundreds of meters in the air. If we fall, we'll probably be reduced to ashes."

Even Snape, that old sycophant, paled; his goddess's child was about to die!

"Potter, hang in there!"

Seeing that Harry Potter was about to fall to his death, he no longer cared about what others thought and didn't even have time to take out his wand.

Snape immediately began Wandless Magic, but to enhance the magical effect, he did not Nonverbal Spellcasting, but instead chanted the incantation rapidly.