Over the Quidditch pitch, under the watchful eyes of the crowd,
Harry managed to roll out of the way of the Bludger and tried to reach out for the Snitch.
"Faster, faster!" Harry muttered to himself as he pushed the Nimbus 2000 to its maximum speed, his fingers feeling the rush of the Snitch's wings.
Victory is at hand …
However, at this moment, the Bludger that he had just dodged attacked again, and in an instant, it was already in front of him.
Catch or evade?
In the space of a second, Harry's mind was filled with countless conflicting thoughts, his body constantly reminding him to get out of danger, but his desire to catch the Golden Snitch was overwhelming.
As the Slytherin Seeker, Malfoy, had caught up with them, admitting defeat would be handing over the Golden Snitch.
As Harry prepared to take a Bludger attack head-on, the Snitch was in his hand.
A speeding black shadow suddenly entered Harry's line of sight and collided with the Bludger, knocking it aside.
Harry caught the Snitch by surprise, and the Quidditch pitch erupted in cheers.
Harry smiled and turned to thank Ivan, who had seen that the shadow that had saved him was actually a Quaffle.
His impression of Ivan was that he was the only one who had such amazing control of the ball.
However, when Harry looked back, he saw the Bludger that had been knocked out of the way, and even the Quaffle had lost control and was hurtling towards him.
The next moment, Harry felt a heavy blow to his shoulder and waist, and he fell from his broom like a broken kite.
The cheers on the Quidditch pitch suddenly stopped.
Ivan, who was not too far away, immediately rushed forward on his broomstick to catch Harry before he crashed to the ground.
As they landed on the pitch, Ivan looked helplessly at Harry, who was clutching his shoulder in pain.
He expected Dobby to calm down a little after he got hold of the diary and stopped the Chamber of Secrets from being opened.
To his surprise, Dobby made a move and even managed to control the Quaffle, which Ivan was forced to admit that Dobby's "concern" for Harry exceeded his expectations.
Not long after Ivan landed with Harry, Wood and the others gathered around, concerned.
A large number of Gryffindor wizards also left the House and ran to the arena.
Madam Hooch descended from the sky on her broomstick, holding the Bludger and Quaffle that she had lost control of.
"Lady Hooch, it must be Slytherin, secretly enchanting the Bludgers and Quaffles. They must be trying to win the game by such a mean trick!" George exclaimed angrily.
"Nonsense! We would never do such a thing!" retorted Marcus, the Slytherin captain.
"I think maybe Potter's been out of luck lately…" Malfoy said in a strange voice.
The Gryffindor pups were furious at Malfoy's gloating, and even more certain that Slytherins were behind this.
"Alright, stop arguing!" Madam Hooch saw that the tension between the two parties was getting stronger and quickly stopped them.
"In any case, I will report this matter truthfully to your Head of House and Headmaster Dumbledore and let them decide!"
Madam Hooch's eyes lingered on Marcus.
She had to admit that when the Bludgers and Quaffles went out of control, she almost thought Marcus had hired someone to do it.
After all, if Harry, the Seeker, were to be knocked off the field, the Slytherins would profit the most!
However, Hooch was well aware that the average young wizard would never be able to cast such a powerful Confunding Charm on a Bludger, let alone take control of the Quaffle and combine forces to attack Harry.
"Lady Hooch, I think the best thing we can do now is to get Harry to the hospital wing!" Yvonne interrupted.
"Oh, yes!" Madam Hooch exclaimed when she noticed the pained expression on Harry's face as he lay on the ground. "I'll get Potter to the hospital wing as fast as I can."
"Get… get out of the way. Can you please let the most professional people in? I'll treat Harry. If you delay any longer, he'll suffer more…" Lockhart's clear voice rang out from the crowd.
Harry's head spun at the sound of the voice, and he grabbed hold of Madam Hooch with his good left hand.
Madam Hooch had a strange expression on her face, but she nodded and used a Levitation Charm to levitate Harry, then flew him back to the castle on her broomstick.
"Where's Potter?" Lockhart finally managed to squeeze through the crowd, but Harry was nowhere to be seen.
"Ms. Hooch took him to the hospital wing, Professor!" Ivan said, pointing to the two men who had flown away.
"Well, that's a shame," Lockhart said, disappointed that he had lost an opportunity to impress the crowd. "You know, I used to do some healing magic in my travels, and it only took me a second to heal Potter."
However, none of the hundreds of wizards present paid him any attention. Instead, they were subtly divided into two camps, casting hostile glances at each other.
Due to Madam Hooch's presence, the Gryffindors, despite being angry at Slytherin for tampering with the game, did not dare to do anything rash, but things have changed.
The Slytherin students, on the other hand, were just as angry at losing a match and being slandered by their opponents.
The smell of gunpowder grew stronger…
Ivan was the only one who knew that Dobby the house-elf was the one controlling the Bludger, but he had no proof of this, nor could he say where he got the information…
"What do you all want?" Lockhart asked, taking a few steps back as he sensed the danger.
Lockhart's words were like a fuse that ignited the stadium, and for a moment, multi-coloured magical lights flashed across the Quidditch pitch.
"Expelliarmus!"
"Tongue Lock!"
"Stupefy!"
…
"Stop it! Stop it, all of you!" The stadium descended into chaos as Lockhart tried to maintain order, but no one would listen.
The scene became even more chaotic…