Chapter 29 - 29 Harry, Jeopardy!

Chapter 29: Chapter 29 Harry, Jeopardy!

Dracula frowned deeply, staring at Quirrell, who showed no signs of abnormal behavior.

He couldn't understand. Based on Quirrell's previous behavior, it was almost certain that he was under Voldemort's control. However, the person who wanted to eliminate Harry during the Quidditch match was not Quirrell.

Could it be that even if the name that should not be mentioned could control more than one wizard, the dark lord was still capable of infiltrating Hogwarts Castle even in his weakened state?

Dracula quickly scanned the entire Quidditch pitch and soon noticed another person behaving unusually—

The head of Slytherin House, Severus Snape!

At that moment, Snape was standing in the middle of one of the stands, his eyes fixed on Harry, and he was silently murmuring words.

But Dracula could tell that Snape was clearly not the one casting the jinx on Harry's broomstick.

Although Snape's eyes were filled with disgust for Harry, his face showed an unmistakable mixture of anxiety and concern, which was very complex.

"Interesting, Snape is casting counter-spells to save the student he hates the most," Dracula smirked.

Seeing that Snape's counter-spells were having a noticeable effect, and Harry was not falling off his broom immediately, Dracula became quite interested in observing Snape and admired his complex expression of disdain mixed with worry.

Although Dracula could see Snape's intention, the other young witches and wizards did not have his insight.

Harry's close friend Hermione was very perceptive and soon noticed Snape's murmuring. She concluded that he was the one casting the dark spell on Harry.

Without hesitation, she ran down from the stand and quickly made her way to the stand where Snape was located.

Hermione struggled through the crowd and reached Snape's stand. She hurriedly moved along the row of seats behind him, even accidentally bumping into Professor Quirrell, who was watching the commotion, causing him to fall forward into the seats in front.

"Why... why the rush, Miss Granger?" Quirrell asked, stammering.

"Sorry, Professor Quirrell, but I really don't have time to explain right now!"

After apologizing, Hermione didn't stop her pace and made her way to Snape.

With everyone's attention focused on Harry struggling with his broom, she took the opportunity to crouch down, pull out her wand, and softly cast a few spells she had learned in her spare time.

Bright blue flames shot from her wand and aimed at the hem of Snape's robes.

Cedric under the umbrella also looked up at him hopefully.

"What, do you think I'm the type to stand by and do nothing?" Dracula chuckled lightly.

Seeing the smile on his face, the three young witches and wizards instinctively sighed with relief.

Watching Harry still plummeting rapidly, Dracula was somewhat surprised by the malfunctioning spells of McGonagall and Snape, and he snapped his fingers.

A large bat, identical to the one that caught Cedric, flew out from under the umbrella and, with a few flaps, reached beneath Harry.

The large bat gently caught Harry's falling body, smoothly tracing an arc downward and placing him gently on the soft Quidditch pitch grass.

In the sky, Madam Hooch also flew on her broom and retrieved Harry's Firebolt 2000 before it hit the ground.

She landed, preparing to take it back for a thorough inspection.

"Are you okay, Harry?" Madam Hooch asked, looking at Harry, who was covering his mouth as if about to vomit, with concern. "Oh, poor child, such a thing happening on your first match."

"Don't worry, child, the goals scored by Slytherin while your broom was malfunctioning won't count. You can have another match next time."

Saying this, Madam Hooch pointed her wand at her throat and amplified the referee's voice throughout the stadium—

"I declare today's match a..."

"Wait, Madam Hooch!"

Harry finally managed to vomit and interrupted Madam Hooch's announcement in time.

"I caught the Snitch!" he shouted, waving the ball high over his head.

The match ended amid cheers from Gryffindor and protests from Slytherin. With the referee's approval, Gryffindor emerged victorious!

...

In the chaos, in a corner where no one could see, a young wizard with black hair, handsome yet sinister, quietly left the Quidditch pitch.

He held a blank notebook, and the two ink-written words gradually faded—

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