CHAPTER 34
"It's raining." Zabini narrowed his eyes and looked up. He saw a few dark clouds drifting over.
He looked at Harry Potter, who had been standing beside him since the first drop of rain fell.
He suddenly stood up and stared at the players on the field.
The four-colored scarf was held tightly in his hand.
It was as if he was extremely concerned about the situation of the competition.
However, the faint sound of thunder could be heard in the sky.
The wind and rain had indeed made the competition more difficult.
The two teams of players seemed to be in a deadlock in mid-air.
Gryffindor's captain, Wood, adjusted the direction of the broom as he shouted to the players, "Don't be nervous! We have flown in all kinds of weather, and we are more hardworking than them … "The players, led by the twins, chimed in one after another.
Slytherin's captain, Flint, had a gloomy expression on his face.
His threatening gaze swept over his own players, including Drac.
Drac's position was the ball seeker.
After being glared at by Flint, he was a rather important character.
He subconsciously flew a little higher.
He was taller than all the other team members.
Then, he squinted his eyes and looked around, looking for the Golden Snitch. However, the rain was getting heavier and heavier, and the golden balls were flying very fast.
"Stop daydreaming, Malfoy!" One of Slytherin's batters flew up from the side to help Drac hit a wandering ball, and then shouted at him, "Keep an eye on Gryffindor's seeker!"
Drac steadied her broom, pursed her lips, and continued to fly as she searched the entire field. Just as the battle between the batters from the two academies became cruel, Drac found a golden Snitch that had stopped behind a goal. She immediately steered her broom to fly over there, but at the same time, Gryffindor's batter also flew over. Drac saw Flint and another player coming over, wanting to intercept the opponent for him.
The rain was getting denser and denser, and it hurt Drac's face, but the platinum boy didn't dare to blink, because the golden snitch flapped its little wings and flew away in the blink of an eye. Drac had no choice but to turn around and chase after it. The batters from the two teams behind were fighting with the ball chasers, and Gryffindor's ball seeker was following closely behind.
Unwilling to lose her first battle, Drac made a fake pause in mid-air, forcing her opponent to pause for a moment. She almost fell off her broom. When she saw Gryffindor's middle finger, Drac raised her eyebrows arrogantly. She wiped the rain off her face and continued to stare at her target. It stopped at …
Drac's eyes widened. She found that the golden ball had stopped in front of Slytherin's stands. Sitting in the stands were the serious-looking dean, her father, and … Potter?
She didn't have time to think about why Potter was sitting in Slytherin's stands. Drac sped up and flew in the direction of the stands, getting closer and closer to the golden snitch. At the same time, she heard a whirring sound behind her head. It was probably the ball seeker rushing over.
Drac, whose eyes were full of the golden snitch, didn't notice that Snape's face was getting darker and darker, while Lucius's face was getting paler and paler, and Harry, who had already taken out his magic wand …
"Drac!" Lucius finally couldn't help but stand up. When he shouted his son's name, a boy behind him shouted, "Lower your head!"
Drac couldn't catch the golden snitch, but she subconsciously lowered her head. A black ball rushed over from above her, and one of the twins seemed to be shouting, "That ball is out of control!"
The crazy ball almost knocked Drac off the broom, and it didn't stop there. It rushed straight to the stands, causing the crowd to scream.
Snape immediately evacuated the students, while Lucius stared at Drac, who was still swaying above with a pale face. At this time, a black-haired boy suddenly climbed out from a few rows behind. He stood on a chair and stretched out his hand to Drac. "Drac, come down!"
Drac didn't know what Harry meant, so she just swayed and didn't respond.
"What are you doing?!" Lucius grabbed the boy's arm, but after seeing the boy's face, he was stunned. "Harry Potter?" The boy who survived?
"Potter! What are you doing?! " Someone was angrier than Lucius, for he saw the Wandering Ball turn in the middle of its path and head ferociously in the direction of Harry and Derek.
Harry simply took out his magic wand. "Drac's broom is flying over!"
The Nimbus Two Thousand under Drac instantly flew into Harry's hands, while Drac was caught by Lucius. When Snape rushed over, he saw Potter's little brat flying on a broom and quickly flying over the field. "Potter!"
Harry's addition surprised the players above the field. They had the same question as the frightened Drac on the ground: What is he going to do?
The ball that followed gave people the answer. The big ball that was out of control followed Harry like a fool and was dismissive of the other players. The batters of the two academies looked at each other and put down their hatred for the time being. They raised their bats together to hit the ball, but the ball accurately avoided the attacks again and again, so the players of the two academies who had not yet come off the field simply acted together to encircle and suppress the ball.
But Harry, who was in the center of the melee, found that the ball seemed to have the tendency to attack the players after a few rounds of dodging. He had to control his broom to fly higher and higher to prevent the students from being accidentally injured. At the same time, he had to rely on himself to avoid the attack of the ball. More importantly, there were many thoughts in his mind: Voldemort has fallen, and Lucius has no intention of hurting me, so D 'Urgy will not try to "protect" me. Then …
Harry stared at the aggressive ball. Who is trying to attack Harry Potter?
Taking a deep breath, Harry did not hesitate to fly up almost ten feet. At this position, he was swayed by the wind, and the rain had completely soaked his thin shirt. Almost the entire Hogwarts Castle, the Union Building, Haig's cabin, the Forbidden Forest, the Black Lake … were in his field of vision. With just an eye curse, he could see the expressions of everyone in the stands.
Dumbledore and Professor Mcgonagall with serious expressions … Snape with a green face … Drac with a worried face … Ron … Hermione … Kamia … Kamia?
Kamia was not in the stands. This discovery made Harry's heart sink.
In just a few seconds, the ball that was thrown down hit him again. Harry estimated the current height and met it with a blank face. In the horror of the people below, he loosened his grip on the broom and hugged the ball. Losing control of the broom, Harry fell straight down under the acceleration of gravity.
An invisible hand grabbed the hearts of everyone. Dumbledore and the professors in the stands had taken out their wands and were ready to cast a levitation spell on Harry. Harry, who was falling, was shouting at the top of his lungs, "Ugadim — Leviosa —"
At the same time, a golden-red figure flew into the field. No one could see his figure clearly. They only saw a small funnel-shaped tornado suddenly appear in the middle of the field. However, it was golden-red in color. The group of international students who were supposed to transform and shine were all ready to go.
Harry landed safely in the funnel created by Pulse's Lightning Speed. With the help of several levitation spells, he only fell when he landed and sprained one of his ankles.
Bart stopped and looked at Harry with a smile. "Now I know why they call you the Savior …"
However, Harry did not smile at all. He used all his strength to press the ball under his body. When he saw Dumbledore and the others rushing over, he gritted his teeth and shouted, "Professor, destroy it!"
Dumbledore hesitated for a moment. "Harry, we still have to check …"
"Potter, get out of the way!" Snape suddenly interrupted Dumbledore. When he saw Harry let go, he immediately aimed at the ball that was trying to escape. "Break it into pieces!"
The ball did not explode, nor did it have the magical reaction that Dumbledore imagined. It froze the moment it was hit by the spell, then rolled on the ground and sizzled, emitting black smoke.
Snape frowned and threw it into pieces again.
This time, the outer shell of the ball finally cracked. Inside the ball, a pile of smoking small parts emitted a pungent burnt smell.
The group of wizards did not have much of a reaction, but Bart, who was standing next to Harry, cried out in surprise. He squatted down and carefully looked at the exploded ball for a moment, and said in surprise, "This is … a self-destruct program?"
Harry had been sitting on the side since he let go of his hand, and did not look up. It was only when Bart spoke that he raised his eyes as if he had been electrocuted and looked at his hands. Just now … the moment he touched the ball, he seemed to have been pricked in the palm of his hand by a needle.
Dumbledore did not understand what Bart was saying, and looking at the students who were gradually gathering around, he did not intend to ask shamelessly here, so he said warmly, "Harry, are you okay?"
Harry looked up. "I think I sprained my right foot."
"Idiot Potter!" Snape hissed, causing Harry to purse his lips.
"Severus," Dumbledore called out Snape's name. "Don't treat our students like this. How about this, Severus, I'll have to trouble you to send Harry to the Medical Wing, and then … Mr. Allen, can I treat you to a delicious cake and talk about this' self-destruct program '?"
"Ah … talk to me?" Bart was a little flattered. "This kind of problem is easier to talk to Red Robin, right?" He only knew a little about intelligent robots and whatnot!
"Then, we'll make an appointment with Mr. Drake later." Dumbledore smiled, his eyes twinkling behind his glasses.
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