The Quidditch pitch at Hogwarts is bathed in the warm morning sunlight.
The green lawn swayed gently in the breeze, as if softly singing the upcoming match.
Mohn sat in the front row of the Gryffindor stands, but his gaze kept darting back and forth between the professors' stands and Harry.
Harry, dressed in his red Quidditch uniform and holding his newly acquired Nimbus 2000, spoke confidently with his teammates, though he appeared somewhat nervous.
Professor Quirrell, positioned in the professors' stands, watched the match with an almost imperceptible sinister expression. He would occasionally lick his lips, a look that seemed expectant to others, but always gave Moen a chilling feeling.
Moen knew that the story was about to begin.
He gripped his wand tightly in one hand, while his other hand slowly stroked his wrist, his mind racing as he tried to think of ways to minimize the damage.
Mrs. Hodge, the flight instructor, blew her whistle, officially starting the competition.
The seven players immediately shot into the sky like arrows, crisscrossing the field amidst cheers from the audience, and began a fierce competition.
As soon as the match began, the two teams immediately became entangled, their figures constantly shifting in the air, their speed dazzling the eye.
A tense yet exciting atmosphere permeated the air.
Sudden,
Moen felt a jolt in his brain! Then, an image appeared before his eyes.
The scene resembled a black and white film.
He saw Quirrell's gaze fixed on Harry, and he also noticed that Quirrell's lips seemed to be twitching slightly. He even vaguely heard a spell and sensed subtle changes in the flow of magic around him!
At the same time, as Quirrell launched his attack, Snape beside him immediately began muttering at the same frequency. The moment the two acted, Harry's broomstick went out of control and began to vibrate up and down incessantly, about to fall to the ground.
At the crucial moment, Snape's spell came into play!
Harry's broom settled down.
However, the broom's constant swaying from side to side still affected Harry's control.
Pulled between the two magical forces, Harry's situation was extremely dangerous, with the constant threat of falling from the sky.
The image lasted only a moment before disappearing quickly.
When he came to his senses, everything was perfectly calm. Harry was riding the Nimbus 2000, in perfect condition, with a hint of confidence and arrogance on his face as he intently observed his surroundings.
Moen let out a long sigh of relief. He could sense that he was gradually mastering this ability.
"Has the time sensing been upgraded again?" he murmured.
It seems that through previous use, he has been subtly strengthening his abilities.
Suppressing his unease, Moen quickly looked to his side and said in a calm voice to Hermione, who was looking through binoculars, "Hermione, take a close look at Professor Snape and Professor Quirrell in the professors' seats in the stands!" His voice was unusually steady, yet full of power.
Hermione, who had been watching Harry's match through her binoculars, was confused by Mohn's words, but she still obeyed him.
He looked up and carefully examined the area where the professors were, searching for the target that Moen wanted him to observe.
She quickly turned her attention to the two professors with very different styles.
The instant she began to look, she vaguely saw Professor Quirrell chanting a spell in a low voice!
At the same time, Ron's horrified voice came from the center of the field: "Oh my god, look! Harry's broom is acting up again!" He clearly sensed that something was wrong.
He clearly saw Harry's current predicament and noticed that Harry's broom was shaking incessantly. His heart was in his throat!
Hermione's gaze swept over Harry for a few seconds, noticing that he was desperately trying to steady himself. Almost instantly, she also saw Professor Snape standing to the side, looking anxious but subtly moving his arm and gently pursing his lips.
Just then, Harry's broom seemed to regain some control, stopping its violent shaking, and he could sense that Harry had calmed down a little.
All of this happened in just a few seconds.
She knew there was definitely something wrong!
She snapped back to reality and looked at Moen beside her. "Could it be that Quirrell is trying to harm Harry?" She finally grasped the crux of the matter. She frowned, her eyes gleaming with intelligence.
"You know all this?" Her voice became urgent; she wanted an answer.
She always believed in Moen's abilities and judgment.
"Yes! Quirrell is the one who harmed Harry." Mohn didn't say much, his tone was decisive and certain, his eyes were fixed straight ahead, and his thoughts were racing.
"But Snape was helping Harry!" Mohn added.
He didn't use many complicated methods to describe the whole process.
He knew that the intelligent Hermione would instantly grasp the cause and effect behind it all.
His finger landed on the wand.
"Hermione, it's up to you now! All you need to do is create chaos, and leave everything else to me."
He was also worried that things might develop in a way that completely exceeded his expectations.
"Me?" Hermione's eyes widened. Before she could react, her body was enveloped in a faint light.
The next moment, her figure completely disappeared, as if she had merged into the air.
"What is this?" Hermione fully experienced this strange sensation, but before she could fully appreciate this new ability, she immediately focused her attention and began to act.
She quickly left the stands, concealed, and used a spell to reinforce the magical protection on her clothes.
Ron stared blankly at the scene. He knew nothing. Confused, he asked, "Mount, where's Hermione? What did she just say?"
Mohn didn't have time to explain much to Ron; he focused all his energy on Harry.
He used his time perception to predict Harry's next route, and he also noticed Snape's somewhat anxious expression; Snape really cared about Harry.
He would never allow it if Harry were to suffer an accident due to the butterfly effect he caused! Because he had truly regarded Harry as his best friend.
Hermione certainly didn't disappoint him.
She acted swiftly, her figure weaving through the audience before stopping below Quirrell's seat. She gently waved her wand, and several faint beams of light landed precisely on Rocky.
Soon, the light transformed into clusters of tiny flames, which began to relentlessly scorch Rocky's robes.
Everything happened so suddenly! Hermione's skillful maneuvering caused no harm to those around her, which also proved that her abilities were excellent.
"Ah!" Quirrell cried out in pain.
Those around immediately realized that Quirrell's clothes were on fire, and the scene descended into chaos once again.
The audience scrambled to avoid the flying sparks, staring in horror at the direction of the fire, completely bewildered by what had happened.
Quirrell used his wand to extinguish the flames.
It would be difficult for him to make a move against Harry in the distance right now, since everyone's eyes were on him.
Once Harry found the broomstick steady, he quickly locked onto the Golden Snitch and immediately spurred the broomstick into pursuit!
During the chase, his maneuvering became more precise, and he successfully avoided several threats from flying balls behind him. His broom was like an extension of his body, hitting exactly where he pointed!
Suddenly, he accelerated, rushing towards the golden thief at a dazzling speed.
He successfully caught the thief with his left hand.
He spread his hands, displaying the golden thief.
After a moment of complete silence, the entire stadium erupted in cheers!
Everyone in Gryffindor was cheering and shouting Harry's name at the top of their lungs.
Harry won at that moment! He conquered the entire audience and won the highest honor.
A slight smile appeared on Moen's lips in the stands; he finally breathed a sigh of relief.