Chapter 602： 13 inches (modified, sincerely thank the love of the silver leader)

And Allen, who had already caught up with the red-haired wizard, did not take the opportunity to attack the warthog bladder attached to him, but directly hit Gryffindor's eye with a punch, leaving him with one eye open for a short time. No more.

Gryffindor, who had just reluctantly regained the flying broom, lost control again, and the two continued to fly down diagonally again.

Without a second punch, just before approaching the grass, Alan yanked the broom and changed his direction instantly, and his expression was slightly distorted by the sudden change of direction-he felt his tightness The pants have been worn out.

But Allen was the first to successfully return to Skyrim.

Gryffindor was forced to slide on the ground for a short distance with his foot. His forehead showed blue muscles due to the force, and finally shouted: "♂ 啊 ♂!" Jumping up, it was reluctant to operate the sky broom that seemed to be more broken and returned to the sky. His pair of leather boots without soles had already opened, and his legs were covered with mud because of the glide, which made him appear to have fallen.

The two who flew at a slower speed than the previous one returned to the sky. Even if they had hit the blood, they could not ignore the tingling sensation in the indescribable part caused by the big ups and downs. They gritted their teeth and grimaced, but as they approached each other, they blocked each other's blows with their bodies and tried to puncture each other's warthog bladder. The duel became more intense and brutal.

"Boy, you performed a good move!" Gryffindor gripped the broom and panted, before the severe wound caused the head wound to crack again, and blood ran to his swollen eye , Making it completely unable to open.

"Middle-aged bearded, your thighs are starting to tremble, it's uncomfortable there." Allen held the broom with another hand, the hand that just held the broom felt numb, and because of the action he had just broken The skin was bleeding.

"Oh, it's so thrilling. But that's not okay!" The host said after relaxing, listening to his tone, he obviously felt terrified. "As a man, I feel the same."

Ravenclaw off the field also watched the situation of Alan ’s tight-fitting leather jacket from below, knowing that the other party did not use the cushion spell as she designed it-which also made her a little angry with Alan, thinking he It was stupid there under the influence of Godric Gryffindor.

Allen and Gryffindor were not seriously injured each other at this time, but they fought each other more fiercely. The two confronted each other again, slammed their bodies together and flew out of each other, their brooms shaking even more. It seemed that Gryffindor's face was bloodless, but instead of taking a half step back, he gritted his teeth and rushed up again with red eyes.

Allen's arm was also numb by the great force just now, but the broom that was about to collapse under his subtle control, still cleverly turned a sharp turn to escape Gryffindor's pursuit. Gryffindor continued to force Allen to stop and change direction because of his unsuccessful defeat. He felt that he was about to break. The scorching pain from the inside out caused him to bow all over and lie on the broom. Only a slight trembling can feel some relief.

"Boy, don't you hurt yourself?" Just after asking, Gryffindor blocked Allen's attack with his body again, his side waist spurting blood from Allen's broom tip.

"My own wand is different from your wooden wand. It's made of Mithril and it's 13 inches longer than yours ..." Alan Qiang endured the pain and raised a corner of his mouth to ridicule-he flew after all The technique is better, and the body is not as strong as Gryffindor, so the actual damage is much smaller than the opponent.

Godric Gryffindor was stunned for a moment, but instantly understood the meaning of the other party's words, roared, and rushed over again. Alan didn't hide anymore, but rushed towards Gryffindor, the two entangled again ...

"Royna, don't you say that Godric will definitely lose?" Hufflepuff on the field clenched his fists nervously, worried.

Slender fingers of Ravenclaw put them together: "He's useless."

After the two separated again, no one immediately turned around and chased the other, but invariably pulled away from each other, back to back in the opposite direction-the time for a victory or defeat was reached.

Allen knew that although his damaged broom could last longer than the Gryffindor, he did not intend to use this meaning. Despite this collision, Gryffindor was strong and had an advantage, but Ai Lun still decided to bump into the head. He took the broom and turned his head around, staring at the Gryffindor opposite him who did the same.

This time, they bowed and nodded at each other on the broom-and then flew towards each other at full speed in a straight line.

The tails of Gryffindor brooms were scattered even more ~~ www.novelhall.com ~ Blood flower splashed in the air behind him. The texture of the broom held in his hand is no longer smooth, and the entire broom has cracks. Gryffindor knows that if he hits this way, the broom will be broken, but he has such a respectable opponent and For the honor of the Warriors, he must not retreat.

The red-haired witch's attention was focused on the boy, and the muscles on his face were tense-the two people staring at each accelerated the speed of the flight, and no one meant to avoid it.

"If I guess right, this wonderful and painful duel is about to win. Just hit it like this, even if it is as strong as Godric Gryffindor, I am afraid it can't bear it, maybe it will appear. Casualties. "The host said with some concern.

In the auditorium, Hufflepuff squeezed his wand and stood up. Ravenclaw squinted and followed her sternly.

"It's really brave, but I have never seen such a fierce and fierce level with a flying broom's duel. For victory and honor, these two people seem to care less about their lives!" The magically amplified voice echoed on the court, "Both of them were injured, blood was everywhere ... So who actually won?"

All the audience's attention is on the two people flying relatively high in the sky, and everyone understands the consequences of such a violent impact. Everyone held their breath, watching the two warriors, waiting quietly for the moment.

At this time, Alan Harris and Godric Gryffindor, they quickly approached, and finally slammed together. With a bang, the whole stadium could be heard, and there was a crowd in the audience. Exclaimed and lamented.