Hogwarts: What wicked thoughts could a little wizard possibly have?

Chapter 60 The Ball Game

Chapter 61 The Ball Game (Part 2)

Harry's crisis was temporarily averted, but with several people around him keeping him occupied, he was unable to get away to check on the Golden Snitch.

Ron finally stopped staring intently at Harry through his binoculars.

However, while watching the Quaffle match on the other side, he happened to see Snape in the Slytherin stands.

"Merlin, what's that old bat doing here?"

Hagrid asked curiously, "The Old Bat? Who?"

"Professor Snape!"

Hagrid scoffed, quickly realizing what was happening, and said sternly, "Ron, you mustn't talk about the professor like that, although he certainly—anyway, Dumbledore believes in him!"

"I don't trust him at all. Look at the way he's glaring at Harry. If given the chance, I have no doubt he'd cast a curse on Harry!"

In mid-air, the restrictions on Harry continued, and the situation became even more chaotic!

Fred alone was clearly no match for two Slytherins, so George had to come to his aid. But Flint and Polsey seemed determined not to leave Harry no matter how much the twins provoked them.

The four people's entanglement completely disrupted Harry's vision.

To make matters worse, he suddenly felt as if his broom had gone out of control; it was swaying and twisting as if it didn't want to carry anyone anymore.

Harry was deathly pale, his knees and hands gripping the handle tightly.

From afar, Vaughn, with his bouncy ball, disrupted Gryffindor's attack once more. Glancing at Harry, his eyes held a strange glint: "The Socket Man actually made a move? How much does he hate Harry—"

As he sped along, his gaze swept across the stands, spotting Quirrell and Snape.

He couldn't see them chanting spells due to his blurred vision, but he knew that the two were currently clashing.

Vaughn wasn't sure if Hermione could still detect the anomaly, or if she could accidentally break Quirrell's curse.

He wouldn't attribute the problem to mere coincidence.

"It's time to end the game!" He quickly made a few subtle gestures as he passed through the fierce battle in front of the Slytherin goal. His teammates, who had been watching him closely, became increasingly aggressive in their tackles.

The Gryffindor players were held back by them.

Vaughn quickly broke away from the formation, rising a distance to improve his field of vision and scan downwards.

Meanwhile, Hermione and Ron also noticed that something was wrong with Harry. Recalling Ron's earlier comments, Hermione saw through her binoculars that Snape was staring at Harry and muttering to himself.

"Is that really Snape?"

Hermione, forgetting her shock, hurriedly ran towards the Slytherin stands. Ron, worried about Harry, looked ashen and didn't even notice she was gone.

Shortly afterward, the Slytherin stands caught fire, and the crowd jostled and pushed each other in panic.

Snape tumbled his robes around awkwardly; they were blue magical flames that he could only extinguish by chanting a spell.

The cessation of the anti-curse completely put Harry in a difficult situation.

Hermione, who had just started the fire, was bewildered to notice that Harry's broom was still jumping around.

"Not Snape? Then who is it?"

She scanned the stands, but before she could see clearly, the situation on the field had already changed.

In front of the Slytherin goal, without Vaughn, Slytherin was clearly powerless to stop Gryffindor's attack, resulting in the Quaffle breaking through Miles Bletchley's defense and being shot into the basket by Angelina.

The beautiful woman, who was constantly disrupted by Vaughn and felt incredibly frustrated, roared after scoring.

But nobody in Slytherin cared, and Gryffindor didn't have time to care either!

Vaughn, the Golden Snitch has been spotted!

He pressed down on the broom and began to dive at top speed.

The long silver patterns on his dark green cloak trailed behind him, making him look like a bolt of lightning.

"My God! Vaughn spotted the Golden Snitch, he's swooping down! How fast! In that moment, he's a hunting eagle, a falling arrow! And Harry? Harry—what happened to Harry?"

Amid Lee Jordan's scream, Fred and George, who had been entangled with Flint and Pryce, no longer cared about fouls and the twins shoved them away.

Fred yelled, "Harry, what's wrong?"

Harry cried out in alarm, "My broom is out of control!"

No sooner had the words left his mouth than the broom suddenly flipped over.

With the immense inertia, Harry could no longer hold on and fell with a scream.

Fred tried desperately to grab him, but Flint clung to him again, the ugly fellow completely disregarding whether Harry would fall to his death.

Fred swung his bat hard, hitting the runner at Flint.

The monstrous creature had no time to dodge and was hit on the head, collapsing onto the broom.

At the moment of falling, Harry's mind went completely blank.

The wind whistled in his ears, and he heard Lee Jordan shout at lightning speed: "Professor, save Harry—wait, Vaughn Weasley didn't pounce on the Golden Snitch, what is he going to do?"

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The blank mind didn't have time to process it; the mere two or three seconds passed in the blink of an eye.

Harry could already see the stands out of the corner of his eye, and he heard gasps of surprise coming from all around him.

"Am I about to land? I hope I don't crash too badly."

As Harry was thinking this, he heard the wind.

A bolt of dark green lightning with silver streaks flashed past him, then turned and suddenly grabbed him.

The immense force of the horizontal cut caused him excruciating pain all over his body, but Harry was overjoyed.

It's Vaughn!

He faced the wind, his red hair pulled back like a dancing flame.

He called out to Harry, "Harry, are you alright? Can you stand up by yourself?"

Harry couldn't speak, he could only nod repeatedly.

Vaughn's flight speed quickly slowed down. He put Harry on the ground, paused briefly, and then took to the sky again.

Lee Jordan roared passionately, "Merlin! Vaughn saved Harry! He didn't rush to catch the Golden Snitch right away, he saved Harry! That damn Sorting Hat must have made a mistake! I knew it! How could the Weasleys produce such an evil Slytherin—cough cough, I mean, there are good people in Slytherin too—sorry, Professor!"

"Look! Slytherin's Lightning Bolt is back in the sky! So fast, so fast, it's astonishing! He makes a 180-degree turn while flying at high speed, and the agile Golden Snitch can't escape his grasp—"

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"Applause, friends! Vaughn Weasley has caught the Golden Snitch! The match is over, Slytherin wins!"

Standing on the court, Harry looked up at Vaughn in the air, his hand raised high, the Golden Snitch gleaming in his hand.

Looking at that scene, my tense mood, which had been building for several days, suddenly relaxed.

Harry, who desperately wanted to win, suddenly realized that losing wasn't such a big deal.

The match is over. Vaughn caught the Golden Snitch, earning an extra 150 points, and Slytherin won by a landslide.

The entire stands cheered, and even the dejected Gryffindors didn't hold back their applause; they had all witnessed the final scene where Vaughn rescued Harry.

The Slytherin players surrounded Vaughn as they walked toward the cheering crowd.

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