The match began, and Harry leisurely rode his broomstick, searching the sky for the Golden Snitch.
"Just hang around," Wood whispered, "Take off when you see the Snitch, we don't want you targeted early on."
"Alright, Captain," Harry nodded.
"Beautiful, Gryffindor's Chaser Angelina Johnson springs up and catches the ball with a whirling dive, then spin-twirls in a circle—she finds her spinning flight has left all opponents behind—the Slytherin defenders desperately pulling at her pants but cannot stop her—Gryffindor scores ten points!" Commentator Lee Jordan shouted.
"Yeah!" A cheer roared from the stands, a mix of three houses' applause with an angry Slytherin roar.
After Gryffindor scored, it was Slytherin's turn to counterattack.
But Gryffindor's Goalkeeper Wood was too excellent; they couldn't throw the ball through any goal past Wood.
"Look, Gryffindor starts a counterattack again—beautiful, Alicia Spinnet, discovered by Oliver Wood's keen eye talent, was just a substitute player last year..." Lee Jordan nearly spoke in one breath: "Oh my, the ball was intercepted by Slytherin's Captain Flint, let's see how Gryffindor will respond next—aah, beautiful, Alicia's interception this time is as good as the previous one!"
"Oh no, what's going on with Alicia's pass, the ball went straight to the Slytherin player—Merlin's beard, Gryffindor seemed to be giving up, but a miracle came unexpectedly, an accidental long pass resulted in a bounce off Angelina's muscular chest, and Angelina seized the chance to throw the ball into the goal, Gryffindor scores again!"
Lee Jordan's rapid commentary was suddenly interrupted by Professor McGonagall's slap on the back of his head.
"No commentary off-topic!" Professor McGonagall glared at him.
Lee Jordan had to obediently continue commentating, but without the previous flair.
Gryffindor seized the opportunity for another attack, and Harry who was originally observing from the sky heard Wood's panicked shout.
"Harry! No!"
Harry tapped his clothes, activating the armor protection covering him.
Flint, who hit the Bludger, showed a malicious smile, already picturing Gryffindor's young Seeker being knocked down.
Yet to everyone's surprise, there came a dull thud from the sky.
Harry was unharmed, the Bludger bouncing away with a whimper.
"Harry, are you okay?" Fred quickly approached, forcefully hitting the Bludger towards Flint.
"I'm fine," Harry patted his clothes, without any hint of panic.
Just as he finished, he spotted a golden streak.
It's the Golden Snitch! He immediately pressed down the broomstick handle, accelerating to chase after the streak of light.
Slytherin's seeker Terence Higgins also saw it, both of them flying towards the Snitch side by side—the Chasers seemed to have forgotten their duties, hovering in the air, holding their breath, watching the fierce competition between these two.
Harry's broomstick excelled, and his flying ability was superior to Higgins's, he was already two body lengths ahead of the opponent.
"Danger!" Angelina's sharp warning came from above.
Harry also noticed the rushing Marcus Flint, he took a deep breath, readying himself for the collision.
He secretly bent his arm to use the hardest part of his elbow for defense and counterattack.
"Boom!"
With a thud, Flint screamed miserably, flying away like a broken kite.
Harry turned his head, giving Flint a mischievous smile mid-air.
Ah, this feeling was simply wonderful.
But he didn't have much time to celebrate, as he found the broomstick's head suddenly dipped down.
What's going on?
Harry hurriedly lifted the broomstick preventing a crash.
However, what followed was a fierce shaking, as if the broomstick had gained consciousness, trying to shake him off.
Who is it? Who cursed my broomstick?
Harry immediately thought someone was trying to harm him, but after spending so much time at Hogwarts, he hadn't made any enemies?
Malfoy? Oh no, the guy may hate me, but he doesn't have the capability.
He tightly gripped the broom with his right hand, his left hand slapped on the broom handle.
"Finite!" He shouted crisply.
The broomstick quickly stabilized, but before Harry could relax, it started shaking violently again.
"Harry, look Harry!" From Gryffindor's stands, Ron pointed at the sky shouting in horror, "Harry's broomstick is out of control!"
Hermione snatched Neville's binoculars, placing them in front of her eyes.
"It shouldn't be—based on Harry's flying skills, and it being Professor McGonagall's gift, how could something like this happen?" Ron muttered fretfully beside her.
"I know!" Hermione replied anxiously, "Just shut up, Ron! Let me see what's going on!"
She instantly turned the binoculars toward Snape, and indeed got the result she wanted.
"I should have guessed earlier!" Hermione lowered the binoculars and pressed them into Ron's arms, "Look, it's Snape! Snape is up to no good! His eyes are fixed on Harry, chanting, he must be the one trying to harm Harry!"
"But why?" Ron asked, confused, "Isn't he a good friend of Harry's parents? Why would he curse Harry?"
"Never mind that!" Hermione anxiously looked up at Harry, said to Ron, "Watch me."
With that, she left Ron and hurriedly departed from Gryffindor's stand.
In the sky, Harry was still wrestling with the broomstick, his peripheral vision caught sight of Principal Dumbledore sitting steadily in his seat, with no intention of helping.
What, Principal Dumbledore, you're just watching like this?
He silently grumbled, are you just going to watch your Head Student being thrown off a broom?
Harry continued using Finite on the broomstick and swayed to act as if unable to control it, while observing what was happening everywhere.
He could land on the ground, but doing so would make it hard to catch the one cursing him.
Better to use this opportunity and find out who harbors ill intentions towards him.
Thinking this, Harry cast a far-sighted charm on himself, shifting his gaze to the faculty stand, noticing Snape staring intensely, muttering.
Is it him?
(Midnight Vote, thanks everyone)