The God of Ice and Fire at Hogwarts

At this time, on the Quidditch field, Harry's broomstick was twitching and twisting crazily, gradually taking Harry away from the field.

"I really don't know what Harry wants to do." Hagrid muttered in the stands. He looked carefully through the telescope. "If I didn't know him so well, I would think he couldn't control his broom... But he can't. …”

Hagrid didn't understand the seriousness of the matter, he just thought Harry was using some special tactics.

But suddenly, everyone in the stands looked at Harry, and saw that Harry's Nimbus 2000 began to roll and roll, which made him barely able to hold on without falling.

Immediately afterwards, Nimbus 2000 twisted wildly again, which caused Harry to be thrown off. At this critical moment, Harry grabbed the broom handle with only one hand, hanging in the air dangerously.

"Did something go wrong with the broom when Flint collided with him just now?" Seamus whispered in the stands.

"Impossible," Hagrid said, his voice trembling slightly, "Except for powerful black magic, nothing can interfere with a flying broomstick. It is impossible for a child to cast such magic on Nimbus 2000."

Hagrid's words seemed to lead Hermione's thinking in the right direction. After hearing Hagrid's words, Hermione grabbed Hagrid's telescope. She did not raise her head to look at Harry, but began to look anxiously at the crowd.

"What are you doing?" Ron said with a despairing expression. Harry's current state almost made the Gryffindor team lose the possibility of victory.

"I had guessed it," Hermione gasped, "It's Professor Snape! Look!"

Ron grabbed the telescope, and Professor Snape stood in the middle of the stands opposite them. He stared at Harry and muttered silently.

"He's causing trouble! Hexing the broomstick." Hermione said to Ron and Irina.

Ron was so anxious that he jumped up and down: "Then what should we do?"

"Look at me!"

As Hermione spoke, she turned around and planned to walk in the direction of the teacher's desk.

But at this moment, Irina stopped her and said, "Wait, Hermione, look!"

With that said, Irina turned Hermione's head and asked Hermione to look in Quirrell's direction.

"That's... Professor Quirrell?!"

Hermione said in disbelief.

In her impression, Quirrell is just a courageous person who even stutters in class. He doesn't seem like someone who would use black magic on Harry. What's more, Quirrell and Harry have no enmity. Like Professor Snape is targeting Harry on weekdays!

Irina nodded: "Yes, not only Professor Snape, but Quirrell is also looking directly at Harry. He seems to be reciting some spell!"

But before Irina could finish her analysis, Ron, who saw Quirrell through the telescope, said loudly: "I know, it is Professor Snape who is using black magic on Harry. The timid Quirrell can only do it silently." Quirrell, who counter-cursed to save Harry and silently dedicated himself to his students, what a good person he is!"

Hearing this, Irina slapped her forehead.

"Great analysis, don't do it again next time!"

Irina patted Ron on the shoulder and said sincerely.

Looking at Hermione who believed Ron's analysis and was about to set off to stop Professor Snape, Irina said: "Hermione, let me do it. My magic level is higher."

With that said, Irina squeezed towards the teacher's bench one step ahead of Hermione.

Irina intended to use the excuse of stopping Professor Snape, but actually attacked Quirrell to interrupt the spellcasting.

Alas, my dear Stuart, I can only help you so far!

Irina sighed.

She made it through the crowd with difficulty and came not far from Professor Snape and Quirrell.

She quietly drew out her wand, ready to cast a spell.

At the same time, more than a hundred meters away, in the Slytherin camp.

Lin En looked far away in the direction of the teacher's chair, holding a metal block in his hand. As he poured the magic power in his body into the metal block in his hand, the corners of his mouth raised slightly.

"Three... two... one... let's go!"

"Snapped!"

Lynn counted down softly, and after the last second counted down, he snapped his fingers vigorously.

Bang!

On the teacher's seat, the alchemy bomb under Quirrell's seat received a magic signal and exploded immediately.

Terrifying flames soared up, swallowing up Quirrell along with the seat, and a huge shock wave hit Quirrell's butt hard, pushing Quirrell violently upwards.

A violent explosion happened suddenly, but what is strange is that the explosion seemed to be huge, but its scope was only the part where Quirrell was.

A few meters away, Irina, who was already harboring ulterior motives, staggered in fright at the sound of the violent explosion, and almost fell to the ground.

"Aoooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooo..."

I saw that under the terrifying shock wave, Quirrell was blown up into the sky, and after flying upwards for more than ten meters, he fell headfirst towards the lawn of the Quidditch field.

On the teacher's bench, Irina watched Quirrell's miserable state, and patted her chest, which was not plump, with some fear.

Suddenly, she seemed to think of something, and turned her attention to the Slytherin camp.

This kind of magic bomb with terrifying power but capable of limiting the range may only be made by a skilled alchemist, and recalling the metal blocks surrounded by senior Rolle that day, Irina had no choice but to make this explosion The accident was associated with the senior Rolle.

Is this a coincidence, or...

Irina thought with some confusion, but soon, her eyes turned resentful.

She was shocked by the sudden explosion!

Wow, this requires mental damage fees, I’m serious!

…

Above the lawn of the Quidditch pitch, thanks to Professor McGonagall, after seeing the danger that his colleagues were in, he cast a timely floating spell to levitate Quirrell in the air. Otherwise, Quirrell would have been hit head first and his brains would have been destroyed. Explosion can't be saved even by magic!

Quirrell was trembling with fear, but there was a sinister light in his seemingly frightened eyes.

Quirrell's butt was already a bloody mess under the explosion. Fortunately, Professor McGonagall rushed over in time and ordered several Gryffindor students not far away to take Quirrell to the school hospital.

Quirrell was lifted up by several Gryffindor students using a levitating spell. Blood flowed from his buttocks and legs, and the bones in his legs were almost shattered. It had reached the point where he had to take the Bone Spirit to heal. His lungs He was also hit hard by the shock wave, and blood flowed from the corners of his mouth.

He scanned the stands with evil eyes, trying to find the culprit, but he was destined to find nothing.

"You trash, the products of human alchemy are all stuck under your butt, and you didn't even notice it!"

In Quirrell's mind, Voldemort was also scolding him, accusing him of his uselessness.

Meanwhile, the Slytherin camp.

Malfoy looked at Quirrell who was blown away and said bluntly: "Damn it, Quirrell exploded!"

Suspected national essence leaked!

Lin En, who had done bad things but had no guilt at all, glanced at him and thought to himself.

Woohoo, there are no recommendations later, I can only rely on everyone’s support...