I have done too much for the college... I have contributed to the college, I want to see Professor Dumbledore!
Although he was angry, Qi Luo, as an ethical undercover agent, quickly adjusted himself after realizing that he had lost his composure, and found an excuse in a low voice.
"Sorry... I'm too tired now and want to take a nap..." After saying that, Quirrell pulled up the hood on his back to cover his head, and fell asleep with his eyes closed in a strange forward-leaning posture.
"Okay." Ivan shut up decisively and stopped provoking Quirrell. His goal had been achieved anyway.
He dared to tease Quirrell because he knew that Quirrell would never attack him over such a small conflict. You know, in the original book, the Weasley brothers hit him hard on the back of the head with a snowball, where Voldemort's snake face was.
Even with such a direct slap in Voldemort's face, Quirrell did not get angry, which shows that getting the Philosopher's Stone is the top priority in their minds, and they can tolerate everything else.
As for the reckoning later?
Forget about it. By that time, Quirrell would have been reduced to ashes, and the escaped Voldemort would not care about a small character like him.
Seeing that Quirrell was really closing his eyes and preparing to sleep, Ivan turned his attention to the field. At this time, the game had entered a white-hot stage, and both sides were constantly making various small moves.
A Slytherin Chaser hit the Quaffle towards George who was not far away. Fortunately, George reacted in time and narrowly avoided the ball.
"This is a foul by Slytherin... This is a foul!" Jordan Lee, who was in charge of the commentary and was indeed a senior Gryffindorist, loudly rebuked Slytherin for the foul. His words were so sharp that Professor McGonagall frowned repeatedly.
George on the field was not to be outdone, and joined forces with Fred to attack the Slytherin batsman from both sides, almost causing him to crash headfirst into the railing...
Jordan pretended not to see the Weasley brothers' actions and praised their flying skills from time to time.
Such double standards naturally caused dissatisfaction among the Slytherin young wizards, especially those who participated in the gambling. If there were no professors watching, the screen full of dark magic would have blasted onto the stage long ago.
Even so, many Slytherin students who were close to him threw the debris in their hands at Jordan.
"The commentators are interfering with the game. This is not fair!"
"This is a shady deal… This is a shady deal!"
"We demand a different commentator, or we'll have to replay the game!"
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Jordan continued his commentary on the stage while dodging flying cans, waste paper and underwear. It was not until Professor McGonagall couldn't stand it anymore that she asked two students to take Jordan away and replaced him with Cedric from Hufflepuff house as the temporary commentator.
Jordan held on to the railing on the platform tightly, but was ultimately no match for the two men's strength and was dragged along. Jordan's unyielding shouts could be heard from afar.
"I have done too much for the college... I have contributed to the college... I am innocent! I want to see Professor Dumbledore!"
Professor McGonagall raised her hand and cast a silent spell, and the world finally became quiet...
Ivan, who was not far away, looked at Jordan who seemed to be possessed by a drama spirit and curled the corners of his mouth, but he was not worried that anything would happen to Jordan.
Because Jordan didn't know that they were secretly gambling, he relied entirely on his own passion to confront Slytherin.
This little episode did not take up too much of Ivan's energy, because the success or failure of the game still depended on whether Harry could catch the Golden Snitch.
Harry was also very powerful. He rushed over almost the moment he spotted the Golden Snitch, and shook off the two Slytherin pilots who tried to stop him, and stretched out his hand to catch the Golden Snitch that was within reach.
At this moment, the broom under Harry suddenly shook violently, as if it wanted to throw him down from the air. Harry had to grab the broom desperately to barely prevent himself from being shaken off.
The sudden change caused an uproar in the audience. The Weasley brothers even suspected that some Slytherin student did not want to lose the bet, so he deliberately cast a spell on the field.
The two looked eagerly at Ivan outside the field. According to the previous agreement, all matters outside the field were to be handled by Ivan.
Ivan was also a little confused at this time, and quickly turned his head to look at Quirrell, who was curled up in the corner beside him without moving at all, and seemed to have fallen asleep. However, the sharp-eyed Ivan could vaguely see that the mouth under the hood seemed to be opening and closing.
Silent casting... wandless casting...
Ivan's expression was startled. He had not expected that Quirrell would actually dare to do such a trick under his nose, and use such advanced techniques.
Although the magic released may not be high-end magic, but with this skill, Quirrell's strength is definitely not as simple as shown in the original book. He is more than qualified to be a professor of Defense Against the Dark Arts. As for whether he used the power of the Dark Lord, Ivan did not know.
After raising his opinion of Quirrell's strength in his mind, Ivan was in a dilemma as to what reason he should use to "wake up" Quirrell who was "sleeping soundly".
Isn't it just a competition of acting skills? Who is afraid of who?
Ivan gritted his teeth, put on an anxious expression, put his hands on Quirrell's thighs and shook them madly.
"Professor Quirrell, look, there seems to be something wrong with Harry's broom. It's about to fall from the sky. Please think of a way to save him!"
Under Ivan's strong shaking, the hood on Quirrell's head was shaken off, revealing a confused face and a wide-open mouth that had not yet closed.
"It's a pity you didn't see it, Professor. It was really thrilling!" After seeing Harry regain control of the broom, Ivan quickly took his hands away from Quirrell's legs, with a look of fear on his face.
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In the stands, there were many people who were as concerned about Harry as Ivan. Among them, Malfoy stood up from his seat excitedly, looking forward to when Harry would fall from the sky.
In this case, the damn Ivan would have to hand over all his savings and live a hard life for half a semester.
Since he thought he was no match for his opponent, Malfoy could only think of this way of revenge...
Not to mention that he also heard that Ivan had set up a gambling game to earn gold Galleons, and he might even be in debt... Just as Malfoy was getting more and more excited, Harry's broom suddenly stabilized again.
Malfoy had no choice but to sit back down in disappointment.
"Draco, look, Potter really fell down!" Goyle shouted, pointing to the sky. It turned out that Harry was accidentally knocked down by the Slytherin Seeker while catching the Golden Snitch.
Malfoy instantly stood up from his seat excitedly, and in a short moment he reviewed his previous thoughts again.
It was not until Harry spat out a golden ball from his mouth with difficulty and held it high in his hand that the excited Malfoy sat back down.
Because that was the Golden Snitch...