One-Punch Wizard?

Harry's broom had gone out of control!

Sean turned to look toward the professors' stand. From where he was, he could clearly see Snape using his Wand to break the spell on Harry's broom, while Quirrell, seated behind Snape, was using his voluminous robes to conceal something. Others might not have noticed anything, but Sean knew very well that Quirrell, that two-faced monster, was the true culprit behind Harry's out-of-control broom!

Watching the broom shake ever more violently, and seeing that Hermione and Ron were nowhere to be found, Sean thought it over and decided to leave the Slytherin stands.

"Blaise, I'm going down to take a look."

"Mm. Don't be too impulsive. With the professors around, the Savior will be fine."

"I know. I'm just going to have a look."

Sean rose and quickly left the Slytherin stands, heading toward the professors' stand. An idea had occurred to him: if he attacked Quirrell now, would it trigger a Duel? If it did, would Sean's opponent be Quirrell, He-Who-Must-Not-Be-Named, or some combination of the two?

With the Pure White Pocket Watch on him, Sean had the confidence to take a few risks. That was also why he had dared to seek out the troll directly before. Even if something went wrong, the Pure White Pocket Watch could still provide Sean with the greatest possible safety net.

By the time Sean reached the area beneath the professors' stand, Hermione and Ron still had not arrived. He did not know what had happened, but the two of them must have run into some trouble that had prevented them from getting there in time.

But this was not the time to think about that. Sean quietly moved beneath Quirrell's seat. Looking up at Quirrell, he could see the hand and Wand Quirrell had hidden beneath his robes. He really was casting a spell on Harry.

Without hesitating further, Sean raised his Wand, intending to give Quirrell, that two-faced monster, a taste of his own medicine. But at that moment, he suddenly realized who he was facing. This was Quirrell, possessed by He-Who-Must-Not-Be-Named. Quirrell's timid, stammering manner was entirely an act. In truth, he was quite an accomplished wizard. Back when he had studied at Hogwarts, he had been an exceptionally gifted student. Sean would not find it easy to deal with Quirrell even under normal circumstances, much less now that he was possessed by He-Who-Must-Not-Be-Named.

Ordinary magic probably would not have much effect on him. Spells such as the Petrifying Charm or Stunning Spell might not even work. Methods that summoned or inflicted physical force through magic were more likely to cause effective damage to Quirrell, that two-faced monster.

Wait, physical force...

At that thought, Sean looked at his fist, then at the Wand in his right hand. Only then did it dawn on him what the most effective physical means currently available to him was...

Wasn't it his fist?

Though it was a greatly weakened version of Troll Strength, it was still far more powerful than his half-baked magic!

With that in mind, Sean tucked his Wand behind his waist, loosened up slightly, and threw a punch at the chair Quirrell was sitting on.

With a full-force punch, there was a loud bang. The chair beneath Quirrell instantly shattered, while Quirrell's backside took a direct, devastating blow. Sean's powerful punch sent him flying into the air. Howling in pain, he was launched from his seat, arcing down from the professors' stand toward the pitch below.

The sudden turn of events gave the surrounding professors quite a fright.

Snape especially. He knew perfectly well that Quirrell had been casting a spell on Harry, and he had been trying to break it the entire time. When the counterspell had stubbornly refused to work, Snape had been preparing to take more drastic action. Then he heard a boom, followed by the sight of Quirrell's chair exploding beneath him and Quirrell himself being sent flying. Naturally, the spell he had cast on Harry came to an abrupt end.

At that moment, Professor McGonagall and the others were focused on Quirrell. They were even using spells to rescue the falling man. Snape, however, was not focused on that at all. He immediately lowered his head and looked through the hole where Quirrell's seat had been. Faintly, Snape saw a somewhat familiar figure hurriedly fleeing from beneath the professors' stand.

Sean left the professors' stand in a few quick strides.

Ever since obtaining Troll Strength, he had been extremely careful, afraid of damaging the things around him. Fortunately, the ability granted by Sean's panel felt as natural as something he had been born with, and he had not suffered any mishaps from using too much force.

But even without any accidents, Sean had always restrained his strength. He had never really had a chance to use it in daily life. This all-out punch showed him just how powerful he had become. At close range, probably no wizard could take one of his punches head-on without using magic.

Acting as if nothing had happened, Sean returned to the Slytherin stands. By then, Quirrell was trembling and sobbing as he was taken away for examination, while Harry had recovered in the air and continued riding his Nimbus 2000 in pursuit of the Golden Snitch.

It had to be said that Malfoy really was somewhat useless. Harry had been delayed for so long, yet Malfoy still had not caught the Golden Snitch. As soon as Harry returned, however, he found an opportunity. At the cost of plunging low on his Flying Broomstick, he caught the Golden Snitch, immediately ending the Gryffindor versus Slytherin Quidditch match and securing victory.

In truth, the Nimbus 2000s the Malfoy family had donated to the Slytherin Quidditch team were not without effect. At the very least, before the Golden Snitch was found, Slytherin's score had been far higher than Gryffindor's. That was what Sean found most worthy of complaint about Quidditch: barring extreme circumstances, no matter how hard everyone else worked, catching the Golden Snitch could secure victory immediately. Only in the Magical World, where entertainment was so scarce, could a sport like this become so wildly popular.

After the match ended, Harry was carried off by the Gryffindors like a hero.

On the Slytherin side, everyone looked like wilted eggplants as they left the pitch, thoroughly unwilling and resentful.

Without the batch of Nimbus 2000s sponsored by the Malfoy family, they could at least have used Harry's superior broom as an excuse. But now that they had the Nimbus 2000s provided by the Malfoy family, they truly had no excuse left. If they had to name one, it was that Malfoy, as the Seeker, was not skilled enough. He had failed to suppress Harry and allowed Gryffindor to take the Golden Snitch.

In fact, judging by the looks in the other Quidditch players' eyes and on their faces, quite a few of them shared that thought. They simply did not dare show it because of the Malfoy family's influence.

Things did not go very smoothly for me today, so this came a little late. Sorry about that. Also, the usual three requests, please. Thank you, everyone.