Chapter 75: Slytherin's Trouble-Making
It wasn't until the Quidditch match started again.
During this time, Dylan didn't explore the Forbidden Forest again.
Because after staying up all night that day, he felt that even his concentration in class was somewhat affected.
Although the Tire-Banishing Charm allowed him to barely stay awake, the physical fatigue was real and couldn't be completely eliminated by the charm's effect.
So Dylan didn't want exploring the Forbidden Forest to become a burden that affected his daytime studies.
He went to the Forbidden Forest partly to complete refinement tasks and partly to collect some materials so that he wouldn't always have to rely on Professor Snape's support when brewing potions.
He also had some special potions he wanted to brew or experiment with himself and didn't want others to know about.
Therefore, he naturally had to prepare these materials himself.
If he went to the Forbidden Forest every day just to collect materials, it would be putting the cart before the horse, which was something Dylan didn't want to see.
So he planned to only go to the Forbidden Forest once on weekend breaks in the future.
That way, even if he still had to go to other professors for extra lessons, he would at least have enough time to rest during the day.
Only with enough rest could he learn better.
On the day the Quidditch match began, Harry heard a rumor from Ron.
Professor Dumbledore would also be present at this match.
This cheered Harry up a lot. In the end, he didn't feign illness to avoid the match due to worries about Quirrell's possible interference again, plus Professor Snape being the referee.
In the stadium, everyone entered the field.
Harry looked at Dumbledore sitting in the teachers' seating area, and his mood improved quite a bit.
But when he saw Professor Snape walking into the referee's box, his spirits immediately plummeted.
"He's definitely going to be watching me to deduct points. He always finds a way!"
Just like in Potions class usually!
Dylan sat in the stands, watching Harry's dejected expression, and couldn't help but laugh.
Perhaps because Professor Snape was there, Harry played with extraordinary effort throughout the entire match.
He even set a new record in the history of Hogwarts Quidditch matches.
—3 minutes and 24 seconds!
He successfully caught the Golden Snitch at the crucial moment when Professor Snape tried to interfere!
All the Gryffindor teachers and students excitedly stood up from their seats.
Hermione's face was flushed with excitement as she jumped up and down, waving the Gryffindor flag in her hand—still Neville's bedsheet.
Ron, on the other hand, excitedly blew a loud whistle, its sharp sound particularly piercing amidst the cheers.
Even Professor McGonagall had a rosy complexion, clapping her hands together, constantly applauding Harry.
Dylan was also somewhat excited, even wanting to directly unleash a hundred consecutive Avada Kedavras like chain lightning to liven things up for everyone.
But at this moment, not far away, in the Slytherin stands, the atmosphere was completely different. Everyone had gloomy faces and unwilling expressions.
Especially Malfoy, who was clenching his teeth and making his fists crackle.
He couldn't bear to see Gryffindor so glorious in front of everyone.
Especially those guys he looked down on, who were now even arrogantly throwing provocative glances at him!
Malfoy whispered something to the people beside him, and then two Slytherin students walked towards the Gryffindor side.
The two of them were aggressive, loudly shouting while pretending to have a conversation as they walked.
"What are these stupid Gryffindors so excited about? Didn't they just win the game by luck? What's there to be proud of!"
"Exactly! If that Golden Snitch hadn't delivered itself, how could they have caught it so quickly?"
"Winning a game by luck can make these reckless guys so excited. I don't think they understand the real skills of Quidditch at all!" "Moreover, good luck will never favor fools for long! Especially pure-blood fools!"
"Humph, without noble blood, even if they become wizards, their parents are just pathetic Muggles, the lowest of the low, the most—"
Many Gryffindor students frowned after hearing the insulting words of these two people.
Some people glanced at them, preparing to step forward and argue with them.
As a result, these two Slytherin first-year little wizards, seemingly wanting more Gryffindors to hear their nasty words, kept walking back and forth along the edge of the stands.
Finally, one of them accidentally slipped, lost his balance, and the big fat one fell straight down the stands.
The smaller, skinnier kid next to him tried to grab him, but instead, he was pulled down along with the fat one.
A cry of alarm suddenly erupted from the crowd.
Dylan was somewhat dumbfounded by these two.
How could anyone be so stupid, trying to make trouble for others, only to fall off the stands themselves?
Since they were far from the teachers' seating area, no one noticed what was happening here.
Dylan could only helplessly pick up his wand.
Just like in the flying class, he used a spell to give Neville enough cushioning.
"Retardo Motus!"
"Arresto Momentum!"
In fact, he could have directly used the Levitation Charm to lift these two up.
But why would he do that?
Let these two fall a bit; it would be a good lesson for them.
The spells were cast.
The exclamations of the two figures, one fat and one thin, abruptly stopped.
—They had all fallen into the Quidditch pitch.
Dylan's magic only slowed their fall just as they were about to hit the ground.
Dylan walked to the edge of the stands and glanced down. He saw the two of them clutching their buttocks, with painful expressions, but they couldn't make a sound anymore.
"Hmm, letting their butts learn a lesson is also acceptable."
The referee of this match—Professor Snape—noticed what was happening here, his brows immediately furrowed, and he strode over from the referee's box.
He saw at a glance that the two people who had fallen into the pitch were his Slytherin students.
"You..."
Professor Snape said with a gloomy face, just about to question them, when Dylan suddenly stepped forward and stood in front of Snape.
"Professor, your Slytherin students came over and spoke rudely after Harry won the game. We hadn't even said anything, and they just fell down."
Dylan sighed helplessly. "Luckily, I used a cushioning... I mean, a Slowing Charm and a Decelerating Charm just now, so they didn't get too badly hurt."
"I really don't understand why they would do this, but clearly, they have paid the due price for their rude words."
Professor Snape, wearing black robes, stood like a pillar in front of the Gryffindor stands.
The Gryffindor students who had originally wanted to rush over and argue with the two shrank their necks and withdrew their outstretched feet.
Hearing Dylan's words, Professor Snape coldly swept his gaze over the Gryffindor crowd.
(End of chapter)
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