The next morning it was clear and cold. The restaurant was filled with the enticing smell of grilled sausages, and everyone was looking forward to a wonderful Quidditch game and chatting happily.
"You must have a few bites of breakfast," Hermione urged.
"I don't want to eat anything." Harry fiddled with the ham and egg bread on the plate absentmindedly.
"Eat some toast," Hermione continued to coax.
"I'm not hungry."
Harry felt terrible. In another hour, he will be walking onto the field.
"Harry, you need to maintain strong physical strength." Seamus Finnigan said, "The seeker is always the person the opponent should guard against."
"Thank you, Seamus," Harry said, watching as Seamus slathered ketchup on his sausage.
At this time, Tiera, who was reading a book, took out a piece of chocolate from her pocket, asked the house elf for a glass of hot milk, and pushed it in front of Harry.
"If you really can't eat, just drink some hot milk and eat this piece of chocolate." Tiera said.
In his previous life, he couldn't eat breakfast during his senior year of high school, so his father prepared a cup of hot milk and a piece of dark chocolate with a bit of bitterness for him in the morning, which allowed him to survive the most difficult period of his senior year.
However, after the college entrance examination, he never ate dark chocolate again, and even smelled dark chocolate and he would feel nauseated.
Harry took the dark chocolate and milk and finished the dark chocolate in two or three mouthfuls. He even drank the sweet cup of hot milk that Tiera had specially asked the house elf to add some sugar to.
"Phew~" Harry indeed felt much calmer, and his originally bloodless lips also had a hint of red, "Thank you Tiera."
Harry noticed that Tiera was not as "clean" as usual today.
Two light yellow and red slashes were painted on Tiera's face.
Exactly the color of Gryffindor.
He also wears a giant lion ragdoll hat on his head.
This finally gave Harry the feeling that Tiera was a Gryffindor.
The time soon reached eleven o'clock, and it seemed that all the teachers and students of the school were in the stands around the Quidditch pitch.
Many students also brought binoculars. The seats were almost lifted into the air, but it was still difficult to see the game clearly.
Tiera, Ron and Hermione moved to the top row, joining Neville, Seamus and Dean, a West Ham fan.
In order to surprise Harry, they used a sheet stained by the little mouse Scabbers to draw a huge banner, which said Potter must win. Dean, who is good at drawing, also drew a big banner underneath. Findor lion.
Then, Tiera waved her magic wand, causing the entire banner to double in size, and the paint on it flashed with different colors, as dazzling as neon lights.
"Borrow the light, borrow the light, give way." As soon as the banner was hung up, a thick voice came from behind them.
"Hagrid!"
Tiera, Ron, and Hermione squeezed each other to make a large space for Hagrid to sit in.
"I just watched it in my hut," Hagrid said, patting the big telescope hanging around his neck, "but the atmosphere is different from watching the game in the crowd."
As soon as Hagrid sat down, Mrs. Hooch appeared in the middle of the arena carrying a box.
"I hope there will be a clean and fair game." Mrs. Hodge blew the whistle and opened the box.
The Bludger and the Golden Snitch rose into the sky, while Mrs. Hodge threw the Quaffle high into the air.
An exciting Quidditch game begins.
The high platform where Tiera is located can take in the overall situation and is a very suitable position for watching the ball.
But Tiera's attention was not on the ball, nor on Harry, but looked at the teacher's chair from time to time.
The use of spiritual dimensions to influence material dimensions, especially the use of black magic, is traceable.
There is no specific spell or method to detect this "trace" of magic, it all depends on the wizard's own talent and experience.
This kind of "trace" sensing can not only better help you hide your own "trace", but also help expose the disguises of other wizards.
For example, the Disguise Charm in the "Advanced Charms Tutorial", or the transformation spell except Animagus.
Tiera tried to feel this "trace" based on Merlin's notes.
But unfortunately he failed.
Tiera felt nothing.
I don't know if it's because he can't do it himself or because the magic power of other little wizards is too weak.
But men can’t say no.
If nothing else goes wrong, Voldemort is about to attack Harry in this Quidditch game.
This is the continuous magic output of an adult dark wizard.
The game continues to advance.
Gryffindor started well, but Slytherin quickly pulled the score back.
The game gradually became intense.
Suddenly, Tiera noticed that Harry's broom shook abnormally.
"Coming!" Tiera thought to herself.
While everyone else was looking at Harry, Tiera's eyes were fixed on Quirrell on the teacher's bench.
No, nothing.
Tiera was a little disappointed, he still didn't feel anything——
There were noisy exclamations in my ears, and a chaotic crowd in front of me.
There was no feeling like "mosquito wings brushing against the soul" described in Merlin's notes.
At this time, Harry's broomstick on the Quidditch field began to roll and roll, and Harry could only barely hold on to prevent it from falling.
Suddenly, the broomstick twisted wildly again, and Harry was thrown off by it!
He was now hanging on the broom handle with only one hand.
"Did something go wrong with the broom handle when Flint hit him just now?" Seamus speculated in a low voice.
"Impossible," Hagrid said, his voice trembling slightly, "Nothing but powerful dark magic can interfere with a broomstick! It is impossible for a child to cast such magic on Nimbus 2000."
After hearing this, Hermione grabbed Hagrid's telescope. Instead of looking up at Harry, she began to scan the crowd anxiously.
"What are you doing?" Ron asked.
"I've guessed it," Hermione gasped, "It's Snape! Look!"
Ron grabbed the binoculars.
Snape stood in the middle of the stands opposite them. He stared at Harry closely and kept mumbling something.
"He's causing trouble! Snape is casting curses on his broomstick," Hermione shouted.
"Then what should we do?" Ron's face turned pale.
"Look at me." Hermione turned around decisively
Before Ron could say another word, Hermione wanted to squeeze out of the crowd.
"Wait Hermione!" Tiera grabbed Hermione.
