Autumn Zhang and Bludger

On Saturday morning, Augustus got up early, walked through the cold Slytherin common room, and strolled in the glade outside the castle. The morning fog was heavy, and the vision was hazy five meters away. There are green and dripping leaves hanging on it, the thin leaves are full of crystal clear dewdrops, and the sky is also full of fine drizzle, mixed with thick fog, which has a unique artistic conception.

"Come out so early, the air here is really good, and I often come here for a walk in the morning." Not far away, a pretty girl walked toward Augustus. She was taller than ordinary girls. The whole person gives a sassy and heroic feeling.

"Oh? You are." A hint of doubt flashed in Augustus' silver pupils. He didn't seem to have seen this girl before. According to his memory, almost anyone who had seen it once could probably recognize it.

"Mr. Augustus may not have seen me, I'm the Seeker for Ravenclaw's Quidditch team, Cho Chang, I've been a big name for you, Slytherin's Hidden Prefect and Mobile Libraries, we Ravenclaw have always admired the learned people, so your reputation, Mr. Augustus, is famous even among us Ravenclaw."

"Qiu Zhang? Good name, you are Chinese, right?" Augustus observed very carefully, guessing the origin of her pronunciation and name.

"Yes, does Mr. Augustus also know about China?" Qiu Zhang didn't expect Augustus to find out her origin, and there was a hint of surprise in his tone.

"Hehe, just call me Augustus, everyone is a classmate, so it's more convenient. I don't know much about China, but its history is indeed fascinating, long, and mysterious, and this eastern country is full of fascinating things. Local, I think you, as a Chinese, must be very proud of your country." Augustus nodded with a smile on the corner of his mouth.

"Of course." Qiu saw that Augustus admired her country so much, and naturally brought a proud look, "China, as one of the four ancient civilizations, has extraordinary advantages in both culture and various aspects. If you go to China, I will be your guide, and I will let you appreciate the charm of our motherland."

"If you have a chance, you must go." Augustus smiled slightly, and Augustus still had a good impression of this enthusiastic Chinese girl.

"It's getting late. I'm going back. In the afternoon, as a hidden perfect, I have to participate in a Quidditch match between our academy and Gryffindor." Augustus nodded to Qiu, ready to return to school.

"Oh, let's say it, if you have a chance to go to China in the future, you must come to me, and I will be your guide," Qiu repeated what she said before, it seems that she is going to be Augustus as a guide Not a polite phrase on a whim.

"Definitely." A smile flashed in Augustus' eyes, and he turned and left the border of the Forbidden Forest.

As eleven o'clock approached, the whole school began to head to the Quidditch field. It was a sweltering, humid day, and there was a faint sound of thunder in the air. Augustus, as the second-year hidden prefect, and Lilian arranged for the second-year students to sit in an orderly manner.

As Gryffindors came out to the arena, they were greeted by a commotion. It was mostly cheering, as both Ravenclaw and Hufflepuff wanted to see Slytherin defeated, but also the boos and booing of the Slytherins from the crowd. Mrs. Hooch, the Quidditch judge, asked Flint and Wood to shake hands, and they glared menacingly at each other and clenched each other's hands unnecessarily.

"Listen to my whistle," said Mrs. Hooch, "three-two-one-"

There was a commotion in the crowd, sending them off to take off, and the fourteen team members soared into the lead-grey sky together. Harry flew taller than the rest of the team, squinting and looking around, looking for the Snitch.

"Are you all right, Scared?" Malfoy called, darting under Harry like an arrow as if showing off the speed of his broom.

Harry didn't have time to answer. Just then, a heavy black Bludger suddenly flew towards him; he narrowly dodged, feeling the ball flutter in his hair as it flew past.

"That's right, Harry!" said George, bat in hand, galloping past Harry, ready to hit the Bludgers at the Slytherins. Harry saw George hit the Bludger hard at Derian Posey, but he didn't expect the Bludger to change direction in the middle and fly straight towards Harry again.

Harry hurried down to dodge, and George slammed it hard on Malfoy again. However, like a boomerang, the Bludger turned around again and took Harry's head.

Harry accelerated suddenly, swooshing to the other end of the field. He could hear the Bludger whizzing after him. What's going on? Fred Weasley was waiting for the Bludger on the other end. Harry jerked his head down, and Fred slammed the Bludger with all his might; the Bludger was hit to the side.

"That's it!" Fred shouted happily. But he was wrong, the Bludger seemed to be magnetically attracted to Harry, chasing after him again, and Harry had to try his best to speed up and escape.

It was starting to rain; Harry felt big drops hitting his face and splashing on his glasses. He was completely unaware of the rest of the field until he heard commentator Lee Jordan say, "Slytherin is ahead, sixty to zero."

Augustus looked suspiciously at the Blur that ran wild in the sky. The Bludger seemed to be eyeing Harry, and a detection sub-magic was thrown on the Bludger. Augustus's brows became tighter. , the information returned is not any magic that is known so far. In short, it means that it does not belong to any magic that Augustus currently knows. To improve the magic system, Augustus has long since put two The magic of the magic system is all included in his magic net. If it is the magic of this system, the detection of secondary magic should be able to feedback.

Can't find the caster, but Augustus can't mess with the Bludger. After all, he is a spectator. If he interferes with the Bludger so that it can't hit Harry, it will break the rules. In this game Even if he had to start all over again, he could only speed up the process of finding the spell caster, and under the influence of the huge magic power, the Eye of Investigator began to reconnaissance on a large scale.

For that difficult moment, Harry was suspended in mid-air, not daring to accelerate toward Malfoy, for fear that he would look up and see the Snitch. Duh! He paused a little too long. The Bludger finally hit him, hitting his elbow so hard that Harry felt his arm snap. A burning pain made him feel a little dizzy, and he slid to one side on the rain-soaked broom, one knee still hooked on the broom, and his right hand dangling unconsciously beside him. The Bludger hit him a second time, this time targeting his face. Harry fierce. He strayed far from his original direction, and only one thought took hold of his already dull mind: rushing towards Malfoy. In the misty rain curtain, Harry endured the excruciating pain and rushed to the sneering glowing face below. He saw the eyes on that face widen in horror: Malfoy thought Harry was coming to bump him. "What are you doing—" he gasped, hurriedly avoiding Harry. Harry's uninjured hand let go of the broom and gave it a hard grab; he felt his fingers grip the icy Snitch, but since he only had the broom between his legs, he went straight to the ground Falling, at the same time trying to keep himself from passing out, he heard exclamations from the crowd below.

There was a thud, the water splashed, and Harry fell into the mud and rolled off his broom. His arm was hanging there at a very strange angle. In bouts of excruciating pain, he heard many whistles and shouts, as if they were coming from a great distance. He took a closer look, and the Snitch was firmly clutched in his wounded hand.

"Aha," he mumbled, "we won." Then he passed out. When he woke up, he was still lying on the field, with the rain pouring down his face and someone leaning over to look at him.

Augustus gave up the act of looking for the spellcaster. This man was hidden so deeply that finding him among so many students and teachers was like looking for a needle in a haystack, but luckily there were no big surprises, Harry It's just that the arm is broken, and it only takes a few spells for him to go down and there will be no problem. Augustus walked towards the middle of the field, and when he caught a glimpse of Lockhart standing beside Harry out of the corner of his eye, he suddenly felt a chill for some reason.