v2 Chapter 998： win the game

Slytherin goalkeeper Blake hit the ball. He threw the ghost ball to Warrington. Warrington kicked the ball and bypassed Aria and Katie. He was getting closer to Ron. The song below is getting louder and louder, and Weasley is our king.

There was a loud scream, and the song was getting louder and louder, and the atmosphere at the scene reached its peak.

"Weasley is our king. He always puts the ball in the door. Weasley is our king."

At this moment, everyone stopped, even Harry and Malfoy.

They couldn’t care for the golden snitch, turned and stared at Ron, and everyone looked there.

At the other end of the court, the lonely figure was in front of the three goal rings, and the burly Warrington was flying towards him.

"Warlington got the ghost flying ball, Warrington rushed to the goal, the ball could not catch up with him, only the goalkeeper in front." Jordan shouted, the speed was very fast, "no one will cooperate, will not succeed." But he seems to be desperate, this is their only chance, Slytherin can't even grab the ball!"

Slytherin’s singing voice is getting louder and louder: Weasley’s little silly, he can’t stop a ball.

"Now is the first test for Gryffindor's new goalkeeper Weasley. He is the legendary captain of Gryffindor Charlie Weasley and the younger brother of hitter Fred and George Weasley. The team's rising star, he has a good Quidditch tradition. Come on, Ron, stop him!"

But after a few seconds, cheers were sent from the Slytherin side.

Ron slammed his arm and flew, and the ghost ball flew over him, straight through the ring of the goal.

"Slytherin scored!" Li's voice rang in the cheers and snoring of the audience in the stands. "Ten to zero, Slytherin leads, and Ron's reaction is good, but it seems to be bad luck."

The people of Letlin sang even louder: Weasley was born in the trash, and he always put the ball in the door.

The singing is now deafening and overshadowed all the sounds on the field.

Gryffindor also wants a wave, but they don't have a unified slogan, and the organization is too late!

"Weasley guaranteed me to win this, Weasley is our king!"

The song gradually resounded throughout the audience, and many people in Hufflepuff and Ravenclaw began to sing along.

I have to admit that this song is really uplifting, especially the sentence: Weasley is our king.

The Slytherins were more and more brave. They gave up the ball and robbed the ghost ball with all their heart. They grabbed the ball in desperation.

Angelina screamed loudly in the audience, letting the players defend, but this was a mess, and Slytherin took the rhythm.

Fred's wandering ball hit Warrington, his body swayed, and he did not release the ghost ball in his hand.

As before, he went straight to Gryffindor's goal, the same position, the agreed action, and even the ball's surrender was exactly the same.

Ron was crumbling there, seemed to be scared by the other side, and ducked back.

In the next second, the Gryffindor side made a painful scream, and the Slytherin team broke out with screams and applause.

Slytherin scored twenty to zero.

Then Slytherin’s captain, Monta, got the ghost flying ball, followed by Pusai.

Thirty to zero! Forty to zero!

Their current tactics are simple and terrible, giving up control and mobility. Everyone is stuck in front of their own goal, and when they grab the ball, they will all throw forward.

Then fly to Ron, pitch and score!

"It's finished!" said Hermione painfully, and Ron seemed to have given up on resistance or was completely paralyzed.

Now, as long as Slytherin’s man is flying with a ghost ball, he can easily score.

Harry’s motive for finding a thief now has a fearful component, and he only hopes to find it quickly and end the game.

"Weasley was born in the trash, he always put the ball in the door, Weasley guaranteed me to win this, Weasley is our king!"

Ha used the fastest speed to swim around. He didn't dare to go to see Ron. He could only hear the cheers of the Slytherins below. He also saw Pansy, whose face looked like a poodle face. The cheerleading team that directed Slytherin sang.

Then yes, fifty to zero, sixty to zero!

It’s awful, Gryffindor has never been slammed like this.

Harry suddenly felt that it might be better to send Ginny to play than Ron.

He kept comforting himself, but he was only sixty miles ahead. It was not too much, and there were opportunities.

He has to hurry up, and now he can only rely on him to end this painful game, otherwise they will lose very badly. Harry thought so, and then he finally saw: the small, flickering golden snitch was hanging a few feet above the Slytherin's court.

He swooped over, and for a moment Malfoy rushed out from the left side of Harry.

A silver-green light and shadow fell on the broom, and the thief circumvented the column foot of the goal ring and flew to the other side of the stands.

This turn is very beneficial to Malfoy, he is closer.

Harry turned to the fire arrow, and he and Malfoy are now on the same page.

A few feet off the ground, Harry released his broomstick with his right hand and the thief.

On his right, Malfoy's arm also stretched out and grabbed it.

Both people have a chance, and at the moment when the wind whispers, everything is over.

Harry's fingers held a small, struggling golden ball, and Malfoy's nails desperately grabbed Harry's back. Harry lifted his broom and slammed his still struggling ball. Gryffindor’s supporters finally screamed.

This is the first time they cheered this game, but fortunately Harry was there and they won the game.

Harry is also very happy that they are saved!

Although Ron put in so many goals, as long as Gryffindor wins, no one will remember, he...

boom!

A swimming ball was in the middle of Harry's midfield. He flew out of the broom, but fortunately he was only five or six feet from the ground.

Crabbe also grabbed his second game in the game. He and Gore were completely suppressed by Fred and George, but they didn't matter because they occupied the upper score. But Harry caught the thief and ended it all.

Gryffindor triumphed, and this result made the Slytherins feel more awkward, and they clearly dominated.

"How can he do this, the game is over!" Hermione yelled angrily, waving her fist toward Crabbe.

"Fortunately, did not hit the key, Mrs. Huo Qi has passed!" Ai Wen also said angrily.

Equally angry with them is the entire Gryffindor, Lee Jordan has begun to swear!

Harry fell from the sky, and he heard Mrs. Huo Qi’s sharp whistle, the chaos in the stands, mixed with snoring, sneer and angry shouts, a bang, followed by Angelina’s anxious voice. .

"Are you OK?"

"It's okay!" Harry said, grabbing her hand and letting her pull him up.

"It's the mob, Crab!" Angelina said angrily. "When he saw that you caught the thief, he called the ball to you, but we won, Harry, we won! Thanks to you, otherwise, I don't know what to do!"