章節 58: 58- Magical Waves in Quidditch Match
"Gryffindor versus Slytherin?" Rhys put aside the maple cake in his hand. Daphne's words successfully aroused his interest.
Daphne looked at him like she'd seen a ghost.
"Did you just hear about this?! Everyone has been talking about this game for a long time!"
"Uh..." Rhys has been very busy recently. He listens to lectures during the day and goes to the secret room to prepare potions at night. He also teaches Daphne on the weekends.
He was excited to see Professor Quirrell's Defense Against the Dark Arts but..
It would be nice if Professor Quirrell who taught the class was really as good as he appeared to be in his stories of defeating a vampire or aiding the prince, but unfortunately, he wasn't.
Rhys was very sure that Quirrell was pretending to be a weakling fool in front of the world, as Rhys detected some dark aura concealed in his turban.
However, there is one thing to say, Quirrell's teaching in this class is really bad! What makes Rhys even more dissatisfied is that Quirrell is not a bad teacher, he deliberately messes up. The attitude problem is more hateful than the ability problem!
In Rhys' view, with a teacher like Quirrell teaching Defense Against the Dark Arts, how could the young wizards be able to defend against the Dark Arts?
However, judging from the looks of the students, it seemed that they didn't have much objection to a bastard like Professor Quirrell.
This also made Rhys sigh secretly: The environment was still too comfortable. A thousand years ago, such a teacher would be kicked out of the castle by none other than the students.
Because students at that time were very concerned about whether they could learn useful magic from school that could help them settle down and their decision would be supported by the headmaster.
Today's students only care about whether the professor gives a lot of homework and whether it is difficult to pass the exam.
This is a sign of peace in the wizarding world and a sad fact.
But it will pass if you endure it for a while. After all, a person like Quirrell who is carrying a secret will most likely not stay at Hogwarts for a long time.
In addition, because of the jinx that Rhys thinks is a bit outrageous, he believes that the school will replace him with a new one next year.
I hope they appoint a reliable Defense Against the Dark Arts professor next year!
Based on Quirrell's various abnormal behaviors, Rhys determined that he should be plotting what Dumbledore had hidden in the corridor on the third floor. He was also a little curious about this and decided to go find out after he was done with the things at hand.
"....I said, you should at least pay attention to the recent major events in the school." Daphne also wanted to complain about Rhys's state of being "blind to the outside world."
Fortunately, she is here to share the latest gossip with Rhys!
Daphne, who felt that she had played a positive role, raised her chin proudly and told Rhys that she had heard that Potter had become the Seeker of the Gryffindor team.
Gryffindor House obviously wanted to use Harry as their secret weapon. Wood decided to keep Harry's participation strictly secret, but the news that Harry was going to be the Seeker still leaked out. And in the end, Slytherin house knew everything they shouldn't know.
Rhys: "Oh."
Isn't this quite normal? Potter flew very well that day, and it was reasonable for him to be selected for the Quidditch team. But why wasn't Malfoy chosen for the Slytherin team? Is it because the team's current seeker is better?
The point to note here is that Rhys had just invented the game and it wasn't popular before he left the school.
Seeing Rhys who didn't understand the essence of the news at all, Daphne felt as if she had been punched in the stomach.
"This is the youngest Seeker in a century!" she said through gritted teeth.
"A century, so there were seekers like him or even younger than him a hundred years ago, right? Is this something worth making a fuss about?" For Rhys, one appears every century, so Hogwarts has produced more than ten in history, which is not unusual at all.
Daphne froze.
When most people discuss this topic, they will marvel at the fact that Harry has become "the youngest Seeker in a century." Only Rhys is different and puts forward such a point of view. Thinking about it this way, it seems that Harry being recruited into the Gryffindor team is not a big deal.
"So where is Gryffindor's original Seeker?"
After learning that the previous Seeker, Charlie Weasley, had graduated and the team's Seeker position was temporarily vacant, Rhys showed a "Sure enough" expression.
Harry's ability to make the team mainly depends on being in the right place at the right time and with the right people. When the opportunity comes, he will go up. If his and Malfoy's situations were reversed, Draco Malfoy would also become the youngest Seeker in a century.
A person's destiny, of course, depends on self-struggle, but the process of history must also be taken into consideration.
Daphne was silent.
Prefect Gemma heard the conversation between the two and was inspired. She analyzed the game situation with the juniors with a smile.
"This match is a guaranteed win for our house," said Gemma, with a wide smile.
"Slytherin has three wins while Gryffindor has three losses. Our team's players are battle-hardened and nearly perfect in their coordination. That Potter kid just joined the team a few days ago. How could he possibly coordinate with his teammates? Our players grew up riding broomsticks, whereas many in Gryffindor learned how to fly for the first time when they were eleven years old. Plus, with our superior equipment, I can't see how we could lose."
After listening to Prefect Gemma's speech, Rhys couldn't help but feel happy: Godric, I admit that you are slightly better at playing this kind of sport, but my students are better at flying than your students. This time it's my turn.
It seems I've already won!
"No matter what, it's always good to beat Gryffindor on the field," Rhys said, feeling quite pleased.
Game day arrived soon, and the stands around the Quidditch pitch were filled with students. Many students even brought their own binoculars to see the game better.
"Here, I have one more." Seeing that Rhys didn't bring a binocular, Daphne planned to lend him her spare one.
"No need, Eagle Eye Charm is enough." Rhys pointed his wand at his eyes, significantly enhancing his vision. With the charm, he could even read the lips of the Gryffindor students across the pitch.
After the game started, as expected, the Slytherin team had the upper hand and used the Quaffle several times to score.
Just as Rhys was applauding goalkeeper Bletchley for a wonderful save, something unexpected happened - Harry's broomstick suddenly shook violently, as if the broom was trying to throw him off.
Rhys stopped clapping and narrowed his eyes.
He discovered that someone was casting a spell on Potter's broom!
despicable! The Slytherin team does not need to rely on such underhanded tricks to win. Such dirty methods tarnish the glory of the house.
Rhys immediately started searching for the source of the curse and quickly identified it as coming from Professor Quirrell. During this process, he also noticed that Professor Snape was trying to use a counter-charm to stabilize the broom in the sky.
This is the real Slytherin! After giving Snape a thumbs up, Rhys took action without hesitation.
His magic and Quirrell's spell collided in the air, instantly defeating Quirrell's curse and restoring stability to the broom. Having learned the lesson from the flying lesson, he restrained the intensity of his spell this time and did not use too much force, but he still defeated his opponent and made the broom stable.
However, as soon as Quirrell's spell was defeated, it came back again, and this time there was an extremely evil aura attached to the magic power.
Oh? Is he showing his true skills now?
Rhys raised his eyebrows and boldly took action with all his strength. However, just as the two magic powers met, the magic power from Quirrell suddenly disappeared.
The sharp broom was now firmly fixed in the sky.
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章節 59: 59- Professor Snape takes the blame
Faced with Quirrell's sudden retreat, Rhys felt a bit puzzled. Why didn't he continue the attack? Did he give up because he sensed he would surely lose? Or was he afraid of being discovered and thus stopped? Perhaps he realized it was pointless; even if he threw Harry off the broom, it wouldn't affect the match or Harry's health significantly? But why is he trying to help Slytherin?
He looked towards Quirrell and then burst out laughing. The reason was not as complicated as he thought. Quirrell was knocked down.
The straightforward reason was that Quirrell had been physically defeated by a collision.
The person who knocked Quirrell over was a familiar face—Hermione, a first-year from Ravenclaw. She had also keenly noticed that Harry's broom was having problems and identified the culprit in the crowd... Severus Snape.
Snape stared closely at Harry in the sky, his expression gloomy, and the way he muttered words looked so much like a villain who was doing bad things that Hermione did not hesitate to regard him as an enemy.
Once she spotted her target, Hermione hurriedly headed towards Snape, intending to expose his villainy in public. Fortunately, as she navigated the crowded stands, she accidentally knocked over Professor Quirrell, unexpectedly achieving her goal.
Her method was correct, and her algebra was wrong, but the accident led to the correct answer. This was an accurate description of Hermione's actions.
Snape had no idea he had taken the blame. All he knew was that Harry's crisis had been resolved.
He quickly closed his mouth and pretended he hadn't done anything.
He couldn't be discovered casting a spell on Potter's broom.
If it were known that the Head of Slytherin House had cast a spell on the Gryffindor Seeker's broom during a Quidditch match, especially a Slytherin versus Gryffindor match, it would be an unshakeable scandal. Even though proving his innocence would be easy, but the damage to his reputation would be severe because the students wouldn't believe it.
Meanwhile, Harry found himself in an awkward predicament in the sky.
Rhys and Snape's spells stabilized the broom, but their combined magic had an unexpected effect—Harry's Nimbus 2000 "froze," stuck in the air, and wouldn't move no matter how Harry tried to control it.
The two culprits, Rhys and Snape, soon realized the situation. Snape's face darkened, while Rhys couldn't help but facepalm.
Rhys didn't attempt to restart Harry's broom with another spell. He knew the problem was the three competing spells on a single broomstick, causing it to temporarily fail to receive external signals. The best course of action was to do nothing; in a minute or two, the broom would reset itself.
They had to hope the referee noticed the anomaly and stopped the match.
Where was the referee? Madam Hooch, do something!
At that moment, Madam Hooch's attention was elsewhere, not noticing Harry's predicament.
Then, a golden glint flashed before Harry's eyes, making his breath catch. He was certain—that was the Golden Snitch!
Unfortunately, his broom wouldn't respond, keeping him pinned in place and unable to move.
The next moment, the Slytherin Seeker zoomed past Harry on his broom, grasping the Snitch tightly in his hand. After catching it, he gave Harry a puzzled look, not understanding why Potter was just floating there, watching.
Harry: !!!
Rhys: "..."
Snape: "..."
Both Rhys and Snape were stunned by the unexpected end to the match.
What could they say? Harry's luck was indeed unfortunate, as the mishap occurred during that brief window of a few minutes.
Snape thought: I was helping him. Without me, Potter would have been thrown off his broom. Isn't it normal for there to be a bit of an accident during a rescue?
Rhys thought: The reactions of magic are truly fascinating, haha!
Both of them quickly rationalized the situation and comfortably basked in the victory.
By the time Hermione reached Snape, the match was over, and she naturally had no evidence against him. Snape, while clapping for the Slytherin team, glanced down at her.
"Miss Granger, why are you here? If you want to celebrate the victory with Slytherin, you're welcome to join us."
Hermione stared at Snape for a while, then stormed off in a huff.
Although she didn't have the evidence to expose him now, she silently vowed that she would eventually catch him. She decided to immediately find Rhys and tell him what she had seen.
Harry, surrounded by his teammates, landed back on the ground and handed his Nimbus 2000 to Professor McGonagall, who arrived quickly. She was going to conduct a thorough inspection of the broom.
Thus, the first Quidditch match of the school year came to a rather absurd end.
After the match, Rhys didn't join the celebratory Slytherin crowd. Instead, he planned to take advantage of the professors being occupied with lunch to explore the third-floor corridor and find out exactly what Dumbledore had hidden in the school.
As soon as he stepped out into the corridor, someone blocked Rhys' path.
"Hey Hermione, is there something you need?"
"Hi Rhys, I have something I must tell you." Hermione looked around to make sure no one else was nearby before lowering her voice.
Rhys motioned for her to go ahead.
Hermione recounted everything she had seen during the Quidditch match.
"Rhys, Snape tried to kill Harry!" She looked anxious. "I need your help to gather evidence."
Rhys sighed: Tsk Tsk. Professor Snape, see what happens when you don't manage your image well?
He could understand, if he were in her shoes and didn't know the truth, he would also think of Snape as a villain.
"Hermione, it's not what you think. Professor Snape is innocent."
And so am I, Rhys silently added in his mind.
"Rhys!" Hermione became agitated when she saw that Rhys didn't believe her.
"Snape was helping Harry, not harming him. If you don't believe me, you can ask Professor Flitwick. He can verify the truth for you."
For Professor Flitwick, such an investigation would be a simple matter of casting a spell.
Rhys' suggestion made Hermione's eyes light up, but then they dimmed again.
"But I don't have any evidence..." Reporting a professor without evidence was an extremely dangerous act in Hermione's mind, so she had instinctively sought out Rhys, whom she considered the most reliable classmate, hoping he could help gather proof of Snape's guilt.
"Then write an anonymous letter. Seriously, I can't believe you didn't think of that." Rhys was genuinely concerned about the modern little witches and wizards' lack of decisiveness.
He took out a piece of parchment, and with swift, fluid strokes, quickly wrote a letter detailing what Hermione had seen.
After showing it to Hermione to confirm that it accurately described the events, Rhys tapped the letter with his wand. The letter transformed into a small paper bird and flew off toward the staff table.
"Professor Flitwick will provide an answer. Snape really is innocent."
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