Chapter 473

The chance that a shot can affect the other two players is not always there. After Harry and George both avoided the swimming ball hit by Marca, George immediately fell down, trying to avoid being blocked by Harry as much as possible.

But even so, the speed of the broom was a lot worse. Under the influence of this superfluous behavior, he had to lag behind Harry and Ginny.

Maka's goal is clearly achieved. Because in the next step, he just needs to use the interception of the swimming ball again to slow down Harry.

Without saying a word, he turned and plummeted - another swimming ball was right below!

The fast flight made his robe swaying and making a hunting sound. If you look further away, Maka at the moment is like a meteor, obliquely and straight down.

At the moment of passing the swimming ball, Maka pulled up the broomstick handle and waved the bat at the same time. With a dull bang, the swimming ball suddenly soared up and flew straight in front of Harry.

"Oh - how fast the Firebolt is!" George sighed now. It was obvious that he knew he would not catch up again this time.

Generally speaking, there are two tasks for batters. In addition to hitting the wandering ball to the other chaser, it is to protect the chasers in their team as much as possible from the impact of the wandering ball.

Just now, Maka faithfully performed the batter's previous task, that is, attack; George, on the other hand, has been trying to perform the latter's defensive task.

However, it's a pity that he couldn't catch up with Marca once.

Of course, in the Quidditch game, Harry's senses are still very sharp. When he heard Maka hitting the ball, he was already quickly looking for the direction of the swimming ball. When he saw the flight path of the swimming ball, he didn't choose to avoid again.

No way, Ginny's flying action is very beautiful. In addition, she slowed down because of avoidance just now. He hasn't been able to get rid of each other's entanglement in a short time.

What if you can't hide? Harry thought of an action almost in the blink of an eye.

He often saw Angelina, the current captain and chaser of Gryffindor, practice a rolling technical action, which can not only maintain the sprint speed, but also effectively reduce the chance of being hit by the swimming ball.

This technical action has a very interesting name - "sloth holding the tree and rolling".

But Harry suddenly leaned down and lay on the broom, his hands and feet tightly wrapped around the handle of the broom. This action made his speed not only invisible, but even slightly increased. And clinging to the broom greatly reduces the area that can be hit, which can be described as killing two birds with one stone.

But he still has a ghost flying ball in his hand!

This technical action has many disadvantages for protecting the ball. For a time, the red ghost flying ball has no body cover protection, even when it is exposed to Ginny's line of sight.

The walking ball failed to hit Harry again, but roared a few inches around his waist and continued to fly high.

"Not bad?" Makati kept climbing with the broomstick handle. Seeing that Harry's response was quite decisive, she couldn't help nodding. "It seems that the usual frequent training is not in vain. It's just different with enthusiasm."

In normal competition, even Maka can't make too much impact by hitting the ball. After all, the hit probability of the swimming ball is notoriously low. But he could see that George had never planned to hit the ball at his sister, which was waterproof in disguise.

Things were going on as Maka expected. Harry rushed forward and Ginny chased hard, but they still couldn't catch up with Harry's speed after all. As soon as they chased and fled, they had entered the division in front of the knocker.

By the way, Ron hasn't moved much. His forehead is full of sweat. It's winter, isn't it? It is conceivable how nervous he is now.

On the other hand, Harry has never practiced the technique of pitching and shooting, let alone breaking through and pitching alone. Even if he has always been the trump card of Gryffindor, he is just a seeker.

Although he watched his teammates' training a lot, Ron is also a Quidditch fan and has seen no less games than Harry!

Even if his heart trembled, Ron had to move.

He immediately followed the action of a goalkeeper in his memory and kept flying around in the shape of "8" between the two knockers. Because he couldn't see which ring hole Harry was going to throw, he felt he had to do so.

However, the technical action in mind and doing it by yourself are completely different things.

As Marca and Ginny said at first - for the Quidditch movement, written knowledge is far less important than practical practice.

Ron's idea is right, but his single "8" ring flying action is far from reaching the standard in speed.

When he flew to the left knocker again, Harry suddenly turned the handle of the broom to the right, and suddenly another accelerated sprint passed.

At the moment Ron hurriedly tried to turn, the ghost flying ball had been thrown by Harry to the knocker on the right. The ball deflected slightly, but it passed after hitting the inside of the knocker.

"Harry got ten!"

Luna, who was looking down, reported her score in time. It can be seen that she was also very excited. She waved her arms under her, and her long light golden hair shook in the sun, reflecting a soft glow.

Marca didn't bother to congratulate Harry because he was looking at Luna happily! It's great to make her feel happy. He didn't care about winning or losing from the beginning.

This is a small Quidditch match, but it is also a time for the little friends to laugh together. He doesn't want to show any personal heroism at this time.

Besides, Luna doesn't eat that, does she?

Harry's goal above immediately grinned. He smiled and flew to the falling ghost flying ball. After rotating and catching it, he flew towards Ron again.

Ginny, who was behind him, stopped, looking a little annoyed.

"Hey, Ron!" said Harry. "I have to say that you made the right choice, but I think you have to fly faster."

Ron quickly caught the ball thrown to him by Harry, but he just sighed helplessly.

"I tried too, but I couldn't fly fast. I felt that if I was too fast, I couldn't turn in time!" he asked in some distress, "how can I turn faster?"

"I think you should ask Marca," Harry exclaimed. "He's the fastest player I've ever seen! Marca -"

Hearing Harry calling his name, Marca finally took her eyes away from Luna and continued to climb up.

"What's the matter?" he asked as he flew.

"How did you turn?" Harry was also very curious. "I've never seen anything faster than you. The arc can become so small!"

"Don't you see?" Marca said strangely.

"I only see you turn sideways, but I don't understand." Harry shook his head immediately. "You always block my sight when you turn. I can only see your back!"

"Really?" Maka thought, and then suddenly said, "Oh! When I turn around, you are usually behind me. No wonder you can't see..."

He paused, then turned over and made a movement. He hung the handle of the broom with the bend of his right leg. Then, while holding the front end of the broom with his left hand, the whole person came to his side, almost forming a 90 degree angle with the broom.

"Can you see it this time?" Marca hung on the broom and maintained the movement. "Fall in the direction you want to turn by your own weight, grasp the broom's hand and pull back at the same time, you can turn quickly. However, when the speed is very fast, it's not easy to master the balance -"

"Oh - that's great! How did you think of it?" Harry seemed to understand the principle. He nodded again and again. "I have to practice hard, then I can have another killer mace! It's especially useful for a seeker!"

"I didn't think of it. How can I have the time to think about Quidditch's technical moves?" Maka shook her head. "This is the unique skill of Nico neinard, the batter of the Romanian National team. Just because I didn't have time to use it more times, few people know."

"No time?" Harry said in surprise.

"Yes! No time..." Marca shrugged. "Don't you remember the 'killer forest attack' of the Quidditch World Cup in 1809? I think it's quite famous?"

Seeing that everyone seemed not quite clear, only Ginny seemed to have some vague impression, Maka jokingly explained the general situation.

"... in that game, neinard hired a large number of black wizards to curse the whole forest around the field." he briefly described, "when the situation was bad for Romania, neinard hit the walking ball into the forest and triggered a riot among the trees!"

"As a result, Leonard himself died?" Ron and harriton were stunned.

"Yes, that's it!" Marca smiled. "The Quidditch game became a battle between wizards and trees for seven hours - Leonard, the culprit of the incident, was killed by a grumpy spruce tree."

"The end of disobedience," Ginny nodded repeatedly, "but it sounds terrible - ordinary trees can kill!"

"Well, I've finished the allusion. Let's go on now! Go back to your place, go, go!" Marca urged. "I don't have many opportunities to play Quidditch with you. You have to let me play more for a while!"

Soon, after everyone took their place again, Ron threw the ghost flying ball to Ginny and began the next round of attack.