Hogwarts: Wizards Supreme

Time flies by, and another Quidditch match is about to begin. This is also Harry's second match, Gryffindor versus Hufflepuff.

Malfoy cursed in disgust that Potter would fall off the broom this time, and that Gryffindor would need to send a hundred people to follow Potter carrying mats to prevent him from falling to his death.

When it was time for the game, Malfoy eagerly dragged Brian to the arena. He gloated to Brian that Professor Snape would be the referee this time, and it would be fun.

This was indeed the case. Snape had a sullen face and kept making small mistakes to award Hufflepuff penalty kicks, which made Malfoy laugh loudly. He also poked Ron in the back of the head, diverting their attention.

"Did you see that? Your team is worthless in addition to being pitiful. It only selects players who have no parents or mothers or are too poor to survive. Are they here to be miserable?" Malfoy said sarcastically, "It's always a foul. , Professor Snape will not accommodate you."

Ron ignored him, knowing it would make him more excited.

Hermione didn't hear what he was saying. She was clutching her robes with both hands, staring at Harry unblinkingly, with a nervous look on her face.

Malfoy felt bored and turned to look at Neville: "Brainless Longbottom, you may be able to hope to join the Gryffindor team next year. An orphan, a poor man, and a brainless man, the Gryffindor team will be It’s taking shape.”

Neville's face turned red and he buried his head deeply.

"Oh, Malfoy, do you dare to say another word..." Ron couldn't bear it anymore. He had been worried about Harry.

"You think Dumbledore is your savior? He has never cared about you." Malfoy continued to mock.

Brian glanced in the direction of Dumbledore and found that he had just raised his head to look at him. Their eyes met and Dumbledore blinked.

"Hey, Draco, stop talking. Why don't you guess who will win in this match?" Brian couldn't stand listening anymore, and he tugged on Malfoy's robe and said.

"Haha, isn't this an obvious question? If Potter and the others can win, I will eat my robe." Malfoy let Weasley go for the time being, watching Snape sentence Gryffindor again Violation, he raised his face and said.

As soon as they finished speaking, they saw Harry on the field make a beautiful dive, which attracted exclamations from the stands.

"Obviously, Potter discovered that there is money on the ground." Malfoy twitched the corner of his mouth and said dryly.

Hermione screamed and jumped on her seat to cheer Harry on.

Ron pounced on Malfoy, who had been putting up with him for a long time. The two people rolled into a ball under the seat. Crabbe and Goyle rushed to help, but were blocked by Neville who had the courage to do so, and they struggled with each other.

Brian watched as Harry hurtled down in mid-air and quickly stopped his dive. He raised his arm to display the Snitch in his hand.

The stands were boiling, and after Brian checked that he had gained 0.3 new witness points, he took out his wand from his robe pocket.

Matches in which the savior participates will always be more rewarding.

"Draco, Crabbe, Goyle, stop fighting." Brian pointed his wand at the people struggling together under the seat.

"Release your strength!" Seeing Crabbe and Goyle beating Neville hard with fists and kicks, Brian pointed at them and shouted.

The two of them moved their arms away involuntarily. Poor Neville, he had received a heavy beating. At this time, his cheeks were swollen and his face was pale.

"Weasley, let go of Draco's hair..." Brian saw Ron pulling Malfoy's blond hair and punching Malfoy's face again and again with one hand. He couldn't help but release the same feeling to Ron. of magic.

Malfoy freed himself from Ron's fist with a blue eye, and before being pulled away by Brian, he hit Ron hard on the nose with a fist.

"Ron, where are you? Harry won! We won!" Hermione screamed. Ron wiped away the blood from his nose and glared at Malfoy and Brian.

Brian looked innocent. He didn't expect Malfoy to be unable to defeat him, but his magic did help him.

"Okay, Malfoy, what did you just say? If Harry wins, you will eat the robe!" Ron said proudly, staring at Malfoy.

Malfoy's cheeks turned slightly red. He covered his blue eyes and said in a arrogant tone: "You hurt me, Weasley. I'm going to tell my father and he will kick you out of Hogwarts..."

Brian saw Malfoy's embarrassment and reluctantly dragged him away from the noisy stands.

"What did I say, Hermione? Brian Foley is a bad guy. He has been helping Malfoy deal with us." Ron rubbed his sore nose and said to Hermione who came over.

"Oh, Neville, you have to go to the school hospital, let's go." Hermione nodded casually to Ron, turned around and helped Neville up.

"You shouldn't have stopped me just now, Brian, I'm going to teach that Weasley a lesson." After leaving the stands, Malfoy raised his slender chin and said slowly.

"Okay, I'm afraid you will be punished for violating school rules. Professor Dumbledore is over there." Brian planned to give him some self-respect and not expose him.

"Yes, it's not worthwhile to be punished just to teach Weasley a lesson." Malfoy nodded.

Brian looked at Malfoy's bruised eyes, raised his wand and eagerly said, "I recently learned a new healing spell, which may make you feel better."

"No, I'd rather go to the school hospital." Malfoy dodged his wand and covered his eyes.

"Don't worry, I'm very reliable." Brian said reluctantly.

"Let me go! I don't want to open my eyes and find that my head has turned into a toad or something!" Malfoy broke free from Brian's clutches and ran away with Crabbe and Goyle.

…

In the evening, Brian came to Quirrell's office and gave him a bottle of potion.

"No, I can't... I can't do it, I can't do anything... Please, Master..."

Outside Quirrell's office door, Brian faintly heard a trembling pleading voice.

"Okay... okay... I understand..." The voice paused for a while, then murmured with sobs.

Brian paused outside the door until the sound completely disappeared. He knocked on the door and walked in.

"Don't come over casually these days. Snape is starting to doubt me." Quirrell's face became even paler and he said with a slight trembling.

"Okay. So what are you going to do?" Brian nodded slightly.

"Don't worry, he didn't find any evidence. This can't help me." Quirrell sneered, "He warned me in the Forbidden Forest today, but there is no doubt that he has no way."

"As a former supporter of the Dark Lord, he is truly a traitor, constantly trying to show his worth in front of Dumbledore like a dog," Quirrell mocked.

"I have already learned about the way to get past that big dog from that silly big guy Hagrid. Your method is very good." Quirrell praised, "The dragon egg confused him so much that I could easily find it." I got him drunk and asked what I wanted to know."

"Then you can go and take out the things inside?" Brian said with joy in his eyes.

"No, it's still a little short. I need to find a way to heal my body and ensure that I am in a good condition." Quirrell touched the big scarf on his head and said with white lips, "Maybe I have to go to the Forbidden Forest to find it. Find the unicorn.”

"The protection levels of other professors are not worth mentioning to me." He whispered, "But what exactly is Dumbledore's level?"

"You can try to find out." He said to Brian, "Of course, this is difficult. Don't get close to Dumbledore. He can also see what is thinking in your mind."

"Just pay attention to some information and don't expose us." Quirrell said.

"Of course, Professor." Brian bowed slightly and showed a perfect smile.

…

"Hagrid has obtained the dragon egg..." Brian walked out of Quirrell's office, wondering if he could get some witness points from this incident.

It was too difficult to obtain the witness points, so he could only seize every possible plot to obtain the witness points. If he just studied step by step, until Voldemort was resurrected, his level would not be any better than Hermione at that time. He must gain enough power to protect himself and even control the plot.

As Brian was walking forward in deep thought, a figure stood in front of him.