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After Roger Davies scored another ten points, Flint's fury was completely ignited.
He roared at the Keeper, "What are those two holes under your eyebrows for?! See the snake clearly enough. Can't see such a big Quaffle? Can't even guard against a substitute!"
Keeper Miles Bletchley flushed red from the scolding. Bit his cheeks glaring at Roger.
"Sorry," he said sullenly.
But his apology didn't improve the situation on field. Compared to other athletes who'd been exercising intensely in the air for long, newly entered Roger flew much lighter. He slid nimbly in the air. Raised hand catching teammate's pass. Flew all the way—
Bletchley who came a step late leaned his whole body out from the broom. But the Quaffle still brushed past less than an inch from his fingertips. Hit the goalpost. Then clanged through the iron ring.
"Ravenclaw scores, ten points!"
After Roger joined, Ravenclaw seemed suddenly watched by the god of luck. Scored several goals in one breath. Caught up with the score in one go. Perhaps because he rarely got a chance to play, his condition was surprisingly good.
"Ravenclaw should quickly convert him to official player," audience discussed. "Following this trend, maybe Ravenclaw can pressure Slytherin through Quaffle."
Not just Anthony heard. Slytherin students obviously also heard. People in stands looked gloomy enough to drip water—they already drew with Gryffindor. If defeated in the match with Ravenclaw, basically no chance for this year's Quidditch Cup.
On the huge banner, the snake with exquisite scales opened ruby blood-red eyes. Emotionlessly watched that Ravenclaw Chaser who attracted full field attention. Crawled at the banner's bottom. Slowly swam around the pitch. Seemed searching for some opportunity.
"Slytherin scores, ten points!"
"Ravenclaw scores, ten points!"
When the Chaser in blue jersey threw in the Quaffle again, stands already boiled. They shouted Roger's name. An audience member who lost his head even rushed to the commentary stand—this match was commented by a Hufflepuff student. He hadn't said a word since Slytherin's banner rose to midair. People suspected he was scared unconscious—announced to the whole field: "Eagles eat snakes!"
When he was pulled out by Professor Flitwick ("I was just stating a knowledge point!"), audience supporting Ravenclaw shouted in unison: "Eagles eat snakes! Eagles eat snakes!"
"Eat!" Hagrid shouted. Covered the giant snake's unfriendly hissing behind them. The consequence of Anthony's wide-range Scourgify was besides Slytherin stands, this giant snake could still raise its upper body behind him. So it mostly lingered in these two places.
Harry turned back again. Looked at this huge snake. He frowned looking toward the pitch. For the first time seemed somewhat worried.
At this moment, Roger flew past before them like a gale. Caught up with Slytherin's Chaser. Snatched the Quaffle from opponent's hands. Before Slytherin players surrounded, he lightly passed the ball through gaps to his teammate.
"What's wrong, Harry?" Ron asked absentmindedly. Envious gaze followed Roger.
Roger saw Anthony standing here. Proudly waved at him. Did a somersault on the broom.
"Didn't you hear? None of you?" Harry said. "It just said—"
His voice was drowned in the whole field's exclamation.
Ravenclaw Chaser's broom flew crookedly toward the sky. A giant snake thick as a small tree was coiling around him.
Roger's hands gripped the snake's neck (if snakes have necks). Tried hard pushing it away from himself. While the green snake with wide-open mouth twisted its head trying to bite his hands. Body tightly strangled him.
And on the deep green banner with various spots circling the pitch, the giant snake had disappeared.
"Davies!" Ron groaned. "Oh no."
When Roger finished that somersault, raised the broom preparing to receive the teammate flying back, Anthony only felt something darted out from overhead. Turned back and found this giant snake—not as terrifying as on the banner, but still a giant snake—had already accurately landed on Roger's broom.
Sharp whistle sounded immediately. Madam Hooch made a pause gesture. Other hand raised wand. Pointed at the Chaser fighting the giant snake midair.
"Accio Roger Davies' jersey!" she shouted. Spat out the whistle in her mouth.
"Accio Roger Davies' jersey!" At the same time, Professor Flitwick shrilly called.
Just that instant, everyone stood up. Even though couldn't see, he still quickly understood what happened from exclamations and discussions. Immediately took intervention measures.
In the struggle, Roger's jersey was already rubbed messy, tattered, exposing the lining inside. His arms were now firmly bound to body sides. Head down hanging on the flying broom.
He strangely froze midair. Then between the snake's cold body, several blue cloth pieces suddenly flew out. At Golden Snitch speed swept across the field. Rushed toward the referee and Ravenclaw Head of House.
"Wingardium Leviosa!" Anthony pointed at Roger midair and chanted. The cloth piece in Madam Hooch's hand became huge. Now floating under Roger.
Professor Flitwick already climbed to the stands' top. Hat askew. Furiously shouted loudly: "Relashio! Relashio! Relashio!"
His wand waved rapidly. With whooshing air-breaking sounds. Spells crackled falling on the giant snake on Roger. It struggled coiling Roger. Tail weakly released the broom.
"Professor, I—" Roger who finally caught a breath looked below. Shouted to distant Flitwick. "I can't hold on—"
Under the whole field's gaze, the Chaser entangled by green snake released the broom gripped by legs. Put all strength into fighting the snake. The flying broom suddenly losing athlete control wandered around midair like a deflated balloon for a while. Fell to the ground.
Anthony controlled the Levitation Charm. Let Roger slowly float into the blue fabric below. The moment he fell in, Madam Hooch immediately took over Anthony's work. The huge cloth surged gathering into a small soft cushion. Gently placed Ravenclaw's Chaser on the ground.
As Professor Flitwick ran over, Anthony added several Relashios. From magical medical perspective, when a person on a flying broom is entangled by a snake, the most likely death method is falling or strangling.
Time was quite tight. He didn't bother walking stairs—a large group of students was surging down stairs, trying to help—Anthony learned from Professor Flitwick's example. Directly jumped down from stands.
Facts proved this idea wasn't too bad. Although Professor Flitwick certainly had his own little tricks, after Anthony lay on the ground recovering for one or two seconds, self-healing ability close to dark creatures was enough for him to calmly get up.
When Madam Hooch went to find Madam Pomfrey, Anthony and Professor Flitwick quickly checked Roger's condition. Relievedly found nothing major. He was deadlocked with the snake. The two professors' joining made things much easier.
"Davies, Davies!" Anthony called. "Good news. The snake's not venomous—were you bitten?"
"Right arm," Roger said through gritted teeth. Although still pushing the snake hard, wasn't too afraid. At Hogwarts, an accepted truth was as long as a student could appear at the Hospital Wing, Madam Pomfrey always had some way to restore people.
"Incarcerous!" A rope emerged from Anthony's wand tip. Wrapped around the snake's snout.
He reached over. Pulled hard at rope ends. With a strange friction sound, this snake's mouth reluctantly closed. To be safe, Anthony wrapped several more times. Almost covered the snake's eyes.
Now the problem was how to peel this small-tree-thick snake off Roger. Whether Anthony or Professor Flitwick, both coincidentally found it had very great strength. Resistance to magic also surprisingly high.
"Relashio!" Professor Flitwick shrilly shouted. Wand fiercely pointed at that snake. "Evanesco!"
The spell smashed on snake scales. Made a clear metallic sound. The snake sharply twisted its head. Threateningly looked toward Professor Flitwick. He took advantage to fiercely whip its nose.
"Reducto! Aha, alchemical product!" Professor Flitwick hinted to Anthony. The precisely arranged scales on snake's body finally showed a dent.
Just then, Hagrid also thudded down. He without worry grabbed the snake head with one hand. Picked up Roger. Like untangling yarn tried peeling the snake off him.
"Wait!"
"Stop, Hagrid, stop!" Professor Flitwick called. Jumped trying to rescue the student whose face was already purple from being held.
This extremely sturdy alchemical snake to preserve itself desperately shook its head struggling. Bound Roger tighter and tighter. No matter how many Relashios and Reductos Professor Flitwick and Anthony added beside, just a drop in the bucket.
"Alright," Professor Flitwick sighed. Raised wand. Then stopped. A trace of hesitation flashed in eyes.
"Wait, Professor Flitwick!" Anthony said. "Sonorus—who made the banner?"
He knew what Professor Flitwick prepared to do—the same thought already turned circles in his mind—but unlike other damage, harm caused by Dark Magic usually couldn't heal. At such close distance, Roger very likely would be affected. On the other hand, although everyone knew Hogwarts professors privately more or less had Dark Magic related research topics, unless absolutely necessary, they shouldn't display before students.
Besides Slytherin team people, several Slytherin students also surrounded here. Under everyone's gaze, Pansy looked bloodless. Trembling raised her hand.
"Miss Parkinson," Anthony said in a low voice.
"I... I just wanted to make a cheering thing," she said. "I didn't know... I didn't mean... it's that shop our manor custom-orders family crests from..." She looked at Anthony's expression. Voice increasingly panicked. "I'll contact them right now!"
She pushed through the crowd. Wanted to hurriedly leave.
Professor Flitwick said angrily, "Miss Parkinson! You can't..."
"Professor Snape?" Pansy called. Like hot knife cutting butter, black-robed Snape rudely pushed students. Strode to Roger Davies' side. Rather interestedly raised an eyebrow.
"Miss Davies," he said softly. "You tell me this is a venomous snake. From what angle did you see this..." He looked at the messy ropes tied on snake mouth. "...poor thing is venomous?"
Tracey said calmly, "Sorry, Professor Snape. I must've seen wrong." She looked somewhat worriedly at her brother lying on the cushion. Then looked at Anthony and Professor Flitwick beside. They were busy adding Relashios while having Hagrid "as gently as possible" pull the snake off. Roger no longer needed to exert force. Just lay on ground. Let them roll him around.
"Very novel. Quidditch rules must've changed when I didn't know. But you look like you're having great fun," Snape said. "Then I won't disturb. Please help yourselves."
"For Quidditch Cup's sake, help, Snape!" Anthony said. "Relashio!"
"Relashio," Snape lazily waved his wand. "Forgive me for not understanding... are you trying to release this poor thing into the Forbidden Forest? How merciful."
Professor Flitwick said, "Don't talk sarcastically, Severus! Very fine alchemical product. Most spells don't work. Relashio!"
"Most spells," Snape mockingly repeated. "Did you suddenly lose memory, Filius? Aren't you our Charms professor? Alright, move aside." He looked at surrounding students. Irritably frowned. Seemed to decide this wasn't the best time to bicker.
Then Harry Potter finally squeezed to the front. Beside followed Ron and Hermione panting holding a book.
"Oh, of course, the famous Potter," Snape said. "Always rushing to trouble's frontline."
Harry glared at him. Then under Hermione's persuasion didn't engage Snape. Just stared at Roger on the cushion.
"Is Davies alright?" Ron asked worriedly.
"Excellent. Thanks for your concern, Weasley," Roger said lying down laughing. Through Ron's signature red hair recognized the twins' brother. "You see, not every Chaser gets this treatment. A snake and two... three professors."
"Indeed, indeed, center of attention," Snape interrupted. "Potter, I hope you're not too envious. A broom pretending to go mad is enough. Is a snake somewhat too sensational?"
"I'm not envious!" Harry shouted. Frowned at this baseless accusation and targeting.
"Relashio—Snape?" Anthony reminded.
Snape disgustedly stared at Harry shouting in the crowd center. Voice not much higher than a whisper: "Oh really? Then I suppose you're here because you've already found a brilliant way to free Davies from this snake?"
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