Chapter 731: Enhanced Legilimency

The players walked onto the field amidst earth-shattering cheers.

Oliver Wood took off and flew around the goalposts to warm up.

Madam Hooch released the balls. The Hufflepuff team members were wearing light yellow clothes and were currently gathered together, seizing the last minute to discuss tactics.

Harry rode his broomstick, and the match was about to officially begin.

He turned his gaze to the stands; Xiang Hemin and Jia Siting, who were so busy they even canceled their naps, were cheering for him, Nawei was beside them, and Luo En was even holding a large sign he had made himself using Transfiguration.

Everyone was here, except for Xiang Xien.

He had always been very busy, and now he was even more unwilling to give himself a moment of rest.

In fact, Harry hadn't seen Xiang Xien for two days—recently Gryffindor and Ravenclaw had no common classes.

He took a deep breath and listened carefully to Madam Hooch's whistle; this required great concentration. Because her whistle was almost drowned out by the audience's cheers.

Fourteen broomsticks rose into the sky.

Harry felt the hair on his forehead drift backward, and the feeling of nervousness disappeared in the excitement of flying.

This Quidditch match lasted for more than an hour and finally ended with Gryffindor catching the Golden Snitch, leading Hufflepuff by two hundred points.

There was applause everywhere, and cheers everywhere.

Harry's sweat dampened his forehead, his hair was plastered wetly on it, and he scanned around happily, finally colliding with Xiang Xien's smiling eyes.

"Xiang Xien!"

He shouted excitedly.

Immediately, his eyes were filled with terror.

No...

Wasn't Xiang Xien in the dungeon for detention?

He couldn't care about the Gryffindor Quidditch team members running toward him, and instead flew his broomstick back to the common room at high speed.

When he was looking for "Xiang Xien" everywhere, Xiang Xien at the edge of the crowd had already disappeared without a trace.

Harry felt as if his breath was being choked; sweat dripped from his forehead, and the cold wind blew his figure to look exceptionally thin.

"Harry?"

A voice sounded; Harry subconsciously drew his wand, then quickly lowered it.

"Xiang Xien?"

His voice was full of surprise.

It was Xiang Xien; how did he get out of the dungeon?

"Professor Sineipu gave me a day off."

Xiang Xien said.

"Ah... is that so?"

Harry hesitated to speak.

But, that day, who was the Xiang Xien I saw in the Great Hall?

"I've been researching some 'profound' magic recently."

Xiang Xien said.

"Is, is that so?"

Harry relaxed a lot.

Maybe Xiang Xien had copied himself using magic, like that diary; or maybe Xiang Xien had conjured a version of himself that could project in 3D...

What did it matter? Any invention Xiang Xien made was possible.

"It's not a 3D projection." ===== CHAPTER 732 =====