Chapter 369： Quidditch

Chapter 369 Bloody Battle with Quidditch

Between the two teams, tit-for-tat, you come and go, ignoring the opponent is not advisable, but following the opponent is also not advisable. Any negligence can allow the opponent to get more points, and random blind obedience will only bring disaster consequences.

In an instant, the Bulgarian Seeker, like a Golden Snitch, swooped down at an astonishing speed. The Irish Seekers competed against each other and flew at the same speed regardless of recklessness.

During the chase, the ground was getting closer and closer to them, and everyone had no idea to stop, they were waiting for their opponent's flaws.

The tiny power gap was completely exposed at this moment. The moment the Bulgarian team’s seeker touched the ground, he hovered up again like a dragonfly. The Irish team's seeker couldn't help it and hit the ground hard.

In an instant, the team doctor rushed to the Irish team's seeker's side and gave him emergency treatment so that he could rejoin the battle.

The Bulgarian team's seeker, ascending into the sky, overlooking the entire arena, flying at high speed, looking for the golden snitch with precious time. As long as they catch the Golden Snitch, they can win the game.

The morale of the Bulgarian players is high, and the audience also shouted enthusiastically, cheering for their team and cheering for their seekers.

After the doctor's rescue, the injury was briefly suppressed, and the Irish team's seeker recovered a little more energy. Without time to rest, he was high again in an instant, and the Bulgarian team continued to compete with the seekers, you chased me.

The Bulgarian team won the seeker, but the Irish team won the pursuit hand, and the game was a team game.

While the seekers of the Bulgarian team teased the seekers of the Irish team, the Irish team's chasers continued to expand the score. Their pursuit hand is really excellent, and their terrifying scoring ability completely crushed the Bulgarian team's formation.

In less than half an hour, the Irish team had already led by 100 points and the game was in trouble.

Once this crisis is reached, the Quidditch game begins to show its true colors, and the wizards’ game ultimately depends on strength.

The game started to become fierce, or it started to become ugly.

Impact, impact, physical impact. Collision, collision, muscle collision. Body-body collision, broom-broom collision. The blood and passion are swayed, the muscles and strength are fighting.

The players waved sticks to each other and hit their opponents at high speed. They waved their fists and attacked their opponents with the help of a wandering ball.

They racked their brains for all strategies, and all methods were exhausted by them, just to win the score, just to win.

Quidditch is a battlefield, a display of wizard power and wisdom. This is not civilized, and even a bit barbaric, but that's it, sports competitions have always been winning and losing, without justice.

The referees have also become busy. They need to distinguish which fouls need to be punished and which can be ignored.

One after another free throws, one foul after another, one player after another injured and rotated, one after another barely bandaged players flew into the sky again, continued the game, continued the fight.

Sweat dripped, blood dripped, and the players' fighting spirit and fighting spirit also dripped.

This is an all-out war, this is the final struggle, and even the team's mascots have violent conflicts. The dwarf rose into the air, changed into a huge hand, and made a rude provocative gesture towards Veeva.

Veeva did not back down either. They flew up, spreading their teeth and claws, their beautiful faces became terrible and distorted, and they summoned a handful of flames to throw at the little demon.

Quidditch competition has entered the most intense state, the battle between players has entered the most intense state, and the battle between teams has also entered the most intense state.

George was also prepared, and shot when necessary.

He must be cautious, the players have already started fighting, the mascots have also started fighting, he must be on guard, and the audience supporters should not fight.

At this time, the scene was in chaos, and the wizards of the Ministry of Magic rushed into the arena. They wanted to separate the Leprechaun and Veeva. But it was useless, and in the end they joined the battle themselves, and the field became chaotic.

George was always paying attention to the auditorium, and once he noticed a change, he immediately shot.

He secretly speculated that if the Dark Wizard had the intention to take action at this time, he would only need to cause the audience to fight, and Voldemort could not accomplish a feat that could not be accomplished in hundreds of years, and the audience would be able to accomplish it in a day.

This kind of large-scale event, once a fight occurs, the number of casualties caused is enough to make a magic country disappear and destroy.

It has to be said that before the emergence of weapons of mass destruction, conflicts and chaos will always lead to the most deaths.

The Quidditch game has completely turned into a war, everyone is wounded, everyone is splattered with blood. Even the most brilliant flying man on the field, the Bulgarian team's seeker, was knocked with a nosed tip.

This even affected his flight. He could no longer fly as dexterously and easily as before. In the high altitude, his flight path even appeared skewed.

The chaos has a tendency to spread further or I should stop it. "George started to think again, "It's definitely not possible to go too far. There are tens of thousands of spectators in the Quidditch World Cup. It is not a smart choice to interfere with these angry spectators." "

Fortunately, George is not the only one who wants to end the game. The Irish team's seeker suddenly swooped down frantically, following the direction of his sprint, George saw it, it was the Golden Snitch, as long as he caught it, the game was over.

The Bulgarian seeker, the savvy pilot, followed closely behind him, and he accelerated without hesitation, faster than the Irish team's players.

The audience also noticed that they screamed loudly and waved the ribbon in their hands to cheer for their players.

"They are about to hit the ground." Hermione screamed, this kind of high-speed flight is completely beyond the speed that ordinary people can control.

"No." Ron exclaimed. The two seekers were flying too fast and their shadows became blurred. Ron could only trust their abilities.

"The Irish team's seekers will do it." Harry yelled. He could see that the Irish team's seekers were not in good condition, and the impact just now affected his condition. And this time the acceleration was faster than before, and he would hit the ground.

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