On the teachers' stand, many teachers' eyes were attracted by the lively scene on Damon's side.
Seeing Damon waving a huge flag and all the Gryffindor students shouting loudly behind him, Dumbledore narrowed his eyes and raised the corners of his mouth slightly.
Seeing these young people's lively appearance is the greatest reward for him as the headmaster.
Snape seemed expressionless, but the corners of his mouth were more sunken - Damon reminded him of someone who was also very popular when he was a student.
One Potter was enough to annoy him, and now there is another one. Maybe he should find a reason to give this kid extracurricular tutoring.
After all, Minerva and Flitwick have already done this, and judging from their praiseful attitude, the current coursework is still easy for this kid.
He swore that if he got the chance, he would teach him all his potions - in the most harsh and severe way!
As Madam Hooch blew the silver whistle hard, fifteen flying brooms rose from the ground and rose high into the sky.
The game started.
"The Quaffle was immediately grabbed by Angelina Johnson from Gryffindor - what an excellent chaser that girl is, and she's also very charming."
"Jordan!"
"I'm sorry, professor."
Lee Jordan is a friend of the Weasley twins. He is now serving as the commentator of the game under the close supervision of Professor McGonagall.
"Excuse me, excuse me, make way."
Damon looked for a while and found that the giant Hagrid had also come here. Speaking of which, this was the first time he and Hagrid had officially met.
"Are you Damon? Harry mentioned you to me. He said you were the best wizard in the entire first grade."
"He's exaggerating, Hagrid," Damon greeted Hagrid politely, "Harry often mentioned you to me. He said you were the most respected elder in his mind."
"Really? That's what he said!"
Hagrid's eyes lit up and he laughed. His thick palm patted Damon's back hard, again and again, making his body tremble slightly.
"Come visit my hut sometime. You're always welcome."
"If I have a chance, I will."
Damon smiled at Hagrid, not very eagerly.
Other travelers might be very interested in Hagrid's hut, which is full of treasures, but for him, anything that can be bought with gold galleons is not a problem.
Suddenly, angry roars rang out from the stands - a Slytherin student deliberately bumped into Harry, and Harry's broom suddenly deviated from the direction and kept spinning in the air, almost falling.
"Foul!" The Gryffindors booed.
"What a barbaric sport - especially with Slytherin guys who do whatever it takes."
Damon shook his head, secretly lamenting the "heartlessness" of the wizarding world.
This sport, which is full of unexpected events and may cause students' bones to break at any time, actually has no protective measures, and even no strict rules of the game, and is performed in public.
Physical injuries can be healed, but what about spiritual injuries?
"Damon, what are you talking about? This is Quidditch! Everyone who can play considers it an honor. What's a little injury?
If it were me, I would be willing to be hospitalized for a semester as long as I can win once!"
Ron rarely opposed Damon's opinion.
Damon's face trembled - it seems that all the benefits are for you.
Hermione did not speak at this time. She looked Damon up and down with her bright eyes, as if she did not understand why someone in the world would not like Quidditch.
Hagrid shook his head and said in a muffled voice:
"I heard from Harry that you are good at dueling? In that case, you should also be good at flying. Aren't you going to join the college's Quidditch team in your second year?"
"That depends--" Damon was about to answer when the accident happened again.
Harry's Nimbus 2000 suddenly trembled violently, as if it was going to throw him off at any time.
"Was there something wrong with the broom handle when Flint bumped into him just now?" Seamus whispered.
"Impossible," Hagrid said, his voice trembling slightly, "Except for powerful dark magic, nothing can interfere with a flying broomstick-a child can't cast such magic on the Nimbus 2000."
"Yes, it's the professor who is casting a spell."
Damon stood up, throwing a stone that can be found everywhere in his hand.
Hermione grabbed Hagrid's telescope and looked at the teacher's seat, exclaiming:
"It's Snape, he is casting a spell on Harry! We have to stop him!"
"Nonsense! How could Snape do this!"
Hagrid yelled at Hermione, but did not take any action. Sometimes Damon really didn't know what was in the minds of these adult wizards.
He ignored the argument between the two, drew out his wand with his right hand, and grabbed the stone with his left wrist.
The next moment, the stone in his hand began to deform and lengthen, and in an instant it turned into a tailless arrow.
A huge amount of magic power was mobilized in his body, and the place where he stood was affected by the spread of magic power and twisted like noodles.
"Kid? What are you doing!"
Hagrid felt the surging magic power, and his eyes as big as light bulbs widened!
"Levitation spell (Wingardium Leviosa)!"
Damon did not answer Hagrid's question. Under his control, the arrow quickly turned the arrow head and locked Quirrell's position.
The simplest Levitation spell, with a total amount of magic power comparable to Dumbledore, and the determined will of the spell caster, will burst out with a terrifying and amazing shooting speed!
"Swish!"
The tailless arrow turned into an arrow off the string, and shot at Quirrell who was quietly casting the spell at a speed that was almost impossible to capture with the naked eye!
"Snap!"
As the arrow exploded, Quirrell's wand instantly exploded into pieces!
Wow!
A group of teachers who were still watching Quidditch stood up in panic, and released their armor protection with vigilance.
They even thought someone was casting the spell of shattering to pieces, but it just missed the target, and Quirrell's wand was unfortunately hit.
Only Dumbledore looked at Damon meaningfully and said,
"Sorry, everyone. I've been studying a new spell recently, and it's a little out of control."
He calmed down the situation and looked at the panicked Quirrell and said,
"Sorry, Professor Quirrell, I will compensate you with a new wand later, I promise."
He lowered his head and looked at Quirrell's expression with a raised eye, sighing in his heart.
Although he knew that Quirrell, who sold his soul to Voldemort, no longer had any good intentions, he still hoped that maybe one day the other party would hesitate and want to turn back.
Now it seems that he is destined to go down this path.
"Harry! Harry!"
Cheers suddenly rang out on the field. With the end of the interference, Harry quickly found the Golden Snitch and ended the game - Gryffindor won by 170 points to 60 points.
After Dumbledore calmed the teachers, he looked at Harry surrounded by the players on the field, and then looked at Damon who was dazzling in the spectator seats. His expressio
n became obscure.
It seems
that it is time to use the treasure to see the true heart of these two young men.
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