Hogwarts: Bourne Returns from Warhammer

Bourne turned to look at the audience. He had seen this kind of scene where the broom was out of control before.

In the first flying lesson, in addition to being attacked by biting cabbage, the little wizard's practice broom also had problems.

However, the brooms they used at that time were all old "Comet" brooms, while Harry was riding a Nimbus 2000.

You know, as a broom specifically for Quidditch competitions, one of the selling points of the Nimbus 2000 is to prevent someone from "hacking" the players during the game. It has done a lot of anti-jinx and anti-poison treatments - even the broomstick Each branch of the tail is coated with [anti-curse varnish]!

Bourne's eyes were fixed on the suspect, and with his sharp eyesight like a falcon, the lips of the two-faced professor were indeed moving.

"The 'Confusion Spell' that is powerful enough to interfere with Nimbus 2000...is it Professor Quirrell, or is it simply Voldemort himself who is causing trouble?"

That name is magical.

Therefore, although Bourne did not directly say the word "Voldemort", the guy also had a little sense of it.

"Someone is talking about me, and that person is nearby. Sure enough, someone is beginning to doubt what happened recently." Voldemort thought to himself.

But Quirrell knew nothing about it.

As a host, his thoughts were completely one-way transparent to Voldemort.

But on the other hand, Quirrell was unable to understand the thoughts of the parasite on his body.

He obediently listened to Voldemort's words, insisted on implementing the "rabbit hole tactic", and continued to release the powerful confusion spell on Harry Potter's broomstick.

Even if the savior cannot be killed, he will still create a bigger commotion.

However, Harry Potter not only flies very high on his broomstick, but Nimbus 2000 is also resistant to the Confusion Curse. Plus, he couldn't wave his wand openly and read spells out loud.

Therefore, it is very difficult to achieve this level. In fact, Quirrell felt a little bit weak from casting spells silently and silently over long distances.

For this reason, he had to pour some "drink" into his mouth - the fire dragon blood newly bought from Mundungus was the only thing he could rely on at this time.

How about the taste?

The smell was not particularly strong, and it was not like the "mouse tail juice" he drank last time. Compared with the blood of some magical animals he had drunk before, the taste of this Peruvian Venomtooth Dragon blood was above average.

However, after taking a sip of blood, Quirrell smacked his lips and felt a strange astringency in his mouth.

If I had to use words to describe it, this feeling is like having a piece of melted rubber in your mouth, which is slightly astringent and has a bitter almond taste.

Quirrell thought that this might be caused by trace amounts of toxins in the blood of the poison-toothed dragon. There might be some special alkaloids in the body of this fire dragon with poisonous teeth.

"It's not clean. You won't get sick after drinking it."

He could only comfort himself in this way.

Unlike ordinary humans, wizards may have a certain resistance to many toxins due to taking magic potions for generations.

What's more, if it was really poisonous, Voldemort wouldn't just sit back and watch him being poisoned to death.

Except for a small part of the blood of the Peruvian Fang Dragon he drank, which was used to nourish his body, most of the remaining blood was mainly used to supply Voldemort to absorb magic power.

Different from Muggle scientific principles, the wizard's definition of "toxicity" is closely related to "magic power": if the fire dragon's blood contains toxins, it will mainly be borne by Voldemort, because it is he who absorbs most of the magic power in the blood.

"Then what happens next..."

Quirrell, who had regained some energy by drinking blood, looked up at the sky above the competition field. At this time, Mrs. Hooch had rescued Higgs, who was shouting "ahhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh" and doing free falling movements.

"Shock reduction and speed stop!"

This is a spell that referees in Quidditch matches must master. Its function is to slow down the falling speed of objects. It is the best choice for rescuing players who have fallen from high altitudes.

After solving Higgs' problem, Mrs. Hooch immediately controlled the broom to fly diagonally below Harry, carefully controlling the distance from the out-of-control Nimbus 2000. She did this to prevent herself from being hit suddenly by the out-of-control broom and causing her to be unable to react in time.

"Harry, jump off the broom! I'll catch you with a spell."

Mrs. Hooch shouted to Harry.

However, despite clearly hearing Mrs. Hooch's reminder, Harry still stubbornly held the sweeping handle and did not let go.

It must be said that Harry has a talent for flying that ordinary people don't have, and his sense of balance and dynamic vision are excellent.

Even though the Nimbus 2000 he was riding on had transformed into a crazy bull, constantly bumping and spinning, he still caught the Golden Snitch at a glance just now!

"Hold on!" Harry's stubborn temper rose, and he told himself in his heart: "Gryffindor's first victory must have a perfect ending!"

He tried hard to break the handle and guide this disobedient "mount" closer to the sky above the Golden Snitch.

His actions inevitably attracted some people's attention.

"Just like his damn father, this guy is also a brainless idiot!"

In the stands, Snape, who had just let go of his heart, couldn't help but let out a cold snort from his nostrils when he saw Mrs. Hooch rising into the air to save people.

Of course, this potion master didn't just contribute to stopping global warming. He also raised his head and stared at some "brainless idiot" while softly repeating a spell.

"Interesting. This former disciple of mine has really made great progress in these years, and he is almost able to release the 'All Curses Are Ended' independently.

Not bad, very good, hey hey.

Quirrell, try it and let me see where Snape's limits are. "

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"It's Snape!"

The smart little witch Hermione noticed something was wrong, looked at the other side of the stand with a telescope, and immediately saw the Potions Professor who was mumbling something.

As for Quirrell, whose lips were actually moving, Hermione didn't notice him because he was drinking.

"He's reciting a spell!" Hermione's discovery made Ron and the others completely panic.

"We're going to report to Professor McGonagall." Neville suggested, and the chubby little wizard immediately stood up and wanted to run to the explanation table.

He was pulled by Hermione.

"It's useless, we have no evidence."

"But even so, we can't let the old bat cast a curse on Harry."

Ron questioned Hermione.

"You guys wait here, I'll be back as soon as I go." Hermione obviously had her own ideas. "Pay attention to the signal I emit. If it fails, you guys can go to Professor McGonagall for help."

Several young wizards wanted to say something, but Hermione had already turned around and slipped into a passage behind the stands, and quickly ran out of sight.

"What signal is she talking about?" Ron blinked, indicating that he understood every word, but he still couldn't understand what Hermione said.

Seamus and Neville also looked at each other.