"The Quaffle was immediately seized by Angelina Johnson of Gryffindor – how excellent a Chaser that girl is, and quite enchanting to look at as well –"
"Jordan!"
"Sorry, Professor."
Lee Jordan, a friend of the Weasley twins, was serving as the commentator under Professor McGonagall's close watch.
The game started quite fiercely – of course, only in the eyes of everyone except Ye Ting. Gryffindor scored first, with Angelina Johnson getting the point, while Harry Potter was patrolling the skies, searching for the Golden Snitch.
Soon he spotted it, a golden gleam flying past Adrian Pucey's left ear, causing him to miss the Quaffle.
Harry excitedly chased after it, but soon, Higgs, the Slytherin Seeker, also spotted the target, and the two chased side by side.
The Chasers seemed to have forgotten what they were supposed to be doing, hovering in the air and watching.
Harry was faster than Higgs, but his opponent had other helpers – Marcus Flint deliberately rammed into Harry, causing Harry's broom to veer sharply off course, but he clung to it tightly.
"Foul!" The Gryffindors shouted loudly.
Madam Hooch angrily scolded Flint and then ordered Gryffindor to take a free kick from the goal posts. But in the confusion, the Golden Snitch disappeared from sight again.
The game resumed, and Harry resumed his search for the Golden Snitch, but as he dodged another Bludger spinning and flying past his scalp, an accident occurred.
His broom suddenly shuddered terrifyingly.
For a moment, he thought he was going to fall. He gripped the broom handle tightly with both hands and clamped it with his knees.
Harry tried to steer towards Gryffindor's goal posts; he intended to call for Wood to suspend the game – then he realized his broom was completely out of control.
He couldn't turn it, couldn't command it.
The broom twisted and turned through the air, occasionally lurching violently, almost throwing him off.
This time, it was Slytherin's turn to score, and the Slytherins cheered joyfully.
It seemed no one had noticed the abnormality in Harry's broom.
The broom continued to convulse and twist wildly, slowly carrying Harry farther and higher away from the game.
But soon, everyone in the stands noticed Harry. His broom began to roll and tumble incessantly, and Harry could only struggle to stay on.
Suddenly, the broom lurched wildly again, throwing Harry off. He was now hanging in the air, gripping the broom handle with one hand only.
He was almost falling.
"Harry's broom is having problems!" Someone shouted.
Ron looked across the stands with his binoculars and then said to Hagrid next to him in horror, "I knew it, it's Snape."
Snape stood in the middle of the stands opposite them. His eyes were fixed on Harry, and he was muttering incantations silently.
"He's up to no good – hexing the broom." he cried out and then ran towards Snape.
On the Ravenclaw stands, Hermione also noticed something was wrong.
"Ye, find a way to save him." she tugged on Ye Ting's sleeve.
Ye Ting nodded and pointed his wand at Harry's broom. The next moment, the Nimbus 2000 stopped flying erratically, but it still shook violently, as if two people were tugging it in a tug-of-war.
Harry was finally able to stabilize himself and struggled back onto the broom.
"Someone is hexing the broom." Ye Ting said to Hermione while trying his best to control it with his wand.
"I can feel that there are at least two other people doing this besides me. I'm sure one of them wants to kill Harry, and the other is protecting him."
"Let me see who it is." Hermione took Cho Chang's binoculars and scanned the opposite stands.
Suddenly, she let out a scream. An accident had occurred on the diagonally opposite stands. Snape, who was muttering incantations, was pushed by the suddenly arriving Ron and fell onto the nearby Slytherins. The Slytherin stands were in chaos.
As soon as Snape's spell was interrupted, the balance maintained on Harry's broom was broken.
The broom immediately went out of control, and Harry had to watch helplessly as it dove towards the ground with him.
"There's really nothing I can do. I have to use my last resort." Ye Ting shook his head helplessly but couldn't suppress a schadenfreude smile.
He cast another spell, and just as Harry was about to be hit by the ground with the broom, a blue magic hit him.
He was saved this time – but not in the way he wanted.
The magic made his body inflate instantly, turning him into a huge balloon. His size became several times larger than before, and his clothes and pants burst at the seams. Although the balloon-Harry hit the ground, he was only bounced back up and suffered no injuries.
But after a gust of wind blew, he began to drift away, looking like he was going to be blown away.
As for his Nimbus 2000, it had already flown into the woods due to inertia.
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