I Must See Professor Dumbledore!

Frustration aside, Quirrell, as an undercover operative with integrity, quickly adjusted himself after realizing his lapse, and spoke in a subdued tone, searching for an excuse.

"Sorry... I'm just too tired right now, I need to sleep a bit..." With that, Quirrell pulled up the hood over his head and, leaning forward in an odd posture, closed his eyes to rest.

"Alright then." Evan promptly shut his mouth, refraining from further provoking Quirrell, since his objective had already been achieved.

He dared to tease Quirrell knowing the professor wouldn't retaliate over such a minor dispute. After all, in the original story, the Weasley twins had pelted the back of his head with snowballs—right where Voldemort's serpentine face lay.

Such a blatant slap to Voldemort's face had gone without retaliation from Quirrell, suggesting that obtaining the Philosopher's Stone was their ultimate priority, and all else could be endured.

As for settling scores later?

Forget it. By that time, Quirrell would be nothing but dust, and a fleeing Voldemort certainly wouldn't care about such a minor character.

Seeing that Quirrell was indeed attempting to sleep, Evan turned his attention back to the pitch, where the match had entered a heated phase, with both sides engaging in various subtle maneuvers.

A Slytherin Beater feigned a goal but swung his bat to send the Bludger towards George, not far away. Fortunately, George's reflexes were quick, and he narrowly dodged the ball.

"That's foul play from Slytherin... it's a foul!" Lee Jordan, the commentator and staunch Gryffindor supporter, loudly chastised Slytherin's foul, his words sharp enough to make Professor McGonagall frown repeatedly.

George, undeterred, teamed up with Fred to corner the Slytherin Beater from both sides, nearly sending him crashing into the railings...

And Jordan, in his double standards, simply pretended not to see the twins' actions, occasionally praising their flying skills instead.

Naturally, this incited dissatisfaction among the young Slytherin wizards, especially those involved in the betting pool. If not for the presence of professors, they would have bombarded the commentator's stand with Dark Magic long ago.

Even so, several Slytherins sitting close to the pitch hurled their handy objects at Jordan,

"Commentary interference on the pitch, that's unfair!"

"Rigged... this is rigged!"

"We demand a new commentator, or a rematch!"

...

Jordan, while dodging cans, crumpled papers, and undergarments flying at him, continued his commentary until Professor McGonagall, unable to bear it any longer, had two students drag Jordan away, replacing him with Cedric from Hufflepuff House as the temporary commentator.

Jordan clung desperately to the railing of the stand but was eventually overpowered and dragged away, his indomitable shouts still audible from afar.

"I've earned points for the house... I've fought for the house... I'm innocent! I must see Professor Dumbledore!"

With a flick of her wand, Professor McGonagall cast a Silencing Charm, and the world finally fell silent...

From a not-so-distant spot, Evan watched Jordan, who seemed to be possessed by a theatrical spirit, and could not help but smirk. However, he wasn't worried about Jordan's safety.

Jordan was unaware of their secret betting pool, standing up to Slytherin purely out of his own fervor.

This little episode didn't distract Evan for long, as the outcome of the match ultimately hinged on whether Harry could catch the Golden Snitch.

And Harry was indeed performing admirably, chasing the Snitch the moment he spotted it, swiftly leaving behind two Slytherin players attempting to block him, reaching out to grab the Snitch that was almost within reach.

Just then, Harry's broom began to shake violently as if trying to throw him off midair. Harry had to grasp his broom tightly to keep from being tossed down.

The sudden mishap caused an uproar throughout the stands, and the Weasley twins suspected foul play from a Slytherin student unwilling to lose the bet.

They looked anxiously toward Evan outside the pitch. According to their agreement, anything happening outside the pitch was Evan's responsibility.

Evan was momentarily stunned, quickly turning to look at Quirrell, who was curled up in a corner, seemingly asleep with no movement. Yet, Evan, with his keen eyes, faintly noticed Quirrell's mouth moving under his hood.

Non-verbal spells... wandless magic...

Evan's expression turned grave. He hadn't expected Quirrell to dare pull such a stunt right under his nose, especially using such advanced techniques.

Although the spell cast might not have been a high-level one, this skill alone suggested Quirrell's prowess was far from the simple portrayal in the original story. His qualifications as a Defense Against the Dark Arts professor were more than sufficient, whether or not he relied on the Dark Lord's power Evan wasn't sure.

After reassessing Quirrell's strength in his mind, Evan found himself at a loss for a reason to "wake" the "sleeping" Quirrell.

Was this a contest of acting skills? Who was afraid of whom?

Evan gritted his teeth and put on an anxious expression, shaking Quirrell's leg frantically with both hands.

"Professor Quirrell, look, there's something wrong with Harry's broom! He's about to fall from the sky, please think of a way to save him!"

Quirrell's hood was shaken off by Evan's vigorous shaking, revealing a confused face and an open mouth that hadn't quite closed.

"Too bad, Professor, you didn't see it. It was really close just now!" As soon as Evan saw Harry regain control of his broom, he quickly retracted his hands from Quirrell's legs, his face showing an after-fright expression.

...

In the stands, like Evan, many were concerned about Harry's predicament, with Malfoy standing up from his seat in excitement, eagerly anticipating Harry's fall from the sky.

That way, the detestable Evan would have to hand over all his savings, living a constrained life for half a term.

Unable to think of a better form of revenge, Malfoy resorted to this...

Not to mention he had heard that Evan, in his quest to earn Galleons, had organized a betting pool and might even end up in debt... Just as Malfoy's thoughts were reaching a fever pitch, Harry's broom suddenly stabilized.

Malfoy had no choice but to sit down again, disappointed,

"Draco, look, Potter is really falling now!" Goyle shouted, pointing to the sky, but it was actually Harry stumbling after being bumped by a Slytherin Chaser while catching the Snitch.

Malfoy immediately stood up again, re-living his previous thoughts in a matter of seconds.

Until Harry struggled to spit out a golden ball from his mouth, holding it high in his hand, did the excited Malfoy sit down again.

For it was the Golden Snitch...

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