"I'm already trying to find it!" Malfoy, who wandered the field, replied angrily.
Just here a golden light flickers not far in front...
It's the Snitch!
Malfoy was in ecstasy, taking advantage of the close distance, and rushed over in an instant.
On the side, Harry was only half a beat slower than Malfoy, and after a while he also noticed the sight of the Golden Snitch, driving the Firebolt under him desperately to overtake...
As the broom was faster, Harry gradually narrowed the distance.
Malfoy in front of him also urgently felt the pressure brought by Harry, so in the process of catching the Snitch, he kept shifting his position, blocking in front of Harry, blocking his path forward.
Or blocking his vision to prevent him from seeing the exact location of the Snitch...
That's it... the two followed the Golden Snitch all the way to the sky, and they were gradually out of touch with everyone.
At this time in the arena, everyone's energy is put on another battlefield for pitching and scoring.
After all, Ivan’s repeated goals have put Slytherin at a great disadvantage, and if this continues, they will lose no matter whether they can catch the Snitch!
So in desperation, the Slytherin players began to use various tactics of insulting violations, and even suicidal charges wanted to knock Ivan off the court.
However, the more eager the Slytherin players were, the more holes and flaws in the defense. Ivan could easily avoid their impact by riding a firebolt, or deliberately lured them to hit the wall.
The free throw opportunity that the opponent got in violation of the rules allowed Ivan’s goal speed to increase again a lot, and the score kept widening the gap...
"Halz scored again! With the last ten points left, Gryffindor will lead by one hundred and fifty points, completely cutting off Slytherin's chance of winning!"
The fierce battlefield made the commentator Jordan shout hoarse, but his spirit was extremely excited, because Gryffindor's victory was just around the corner!
On the field, George and the others were also crazy. They rode broomsticks and high-five each other on the field to vent their excitement.
After falling to the ground, Wood rushed to hug everyone, especially Ivan and Harry, with tears in his eyes.
"You are so good! I feel that the past seven years are finally complete!" Wood looked around excitedly. He will graduate and leave Hogwarts next year. His only wish is to win another Quidditch trophy!
Everyone smiled happily, and then went to collect the trophy together.
"Sirius, did you see it? We won!" After receiving the Quidditch trophy, Harry held it high and looked at Sirius for the first time.
"Yeah! Awesome!" Sirius said with a smile. He looked at Harry and the others in a gold and red uniform, and he couldn't help but recall the days when he went to school with James and Lupin.
Compared with the excitement and joy here, the Slytherin players are all downcast, and Marcus is scolding them angrily, and the scolding is very unpleasant.
"They flew so fast that we couldn't catch up. It's not fair!" Malfoy said very uncomfortably. He was a little bit short of the Golden Snitch at the time. If he had a Firebolt to catch the Golden Snitch. It's him.
Other Slytherin players also complained about this, and even the happy Harry and others could hear it loudly.
When Ron saw that the Slytherin players seemed to be a little unconvinced , he said. "Malfoy, last year when your team used light wheels in 2001, we didn't let you change your broomsticks!"
"Yes! We lost the game because of the Dementors, but we didn't find Hufflepuffbee back!" Hermione also retorted.
The Slytherin players were speechless, and Malfoy glared at them, but said nothing.
"Haha... Leave them alone, let them be jealous! Let's celebrate ours!" George said with a grin.
Harry and the others nodded, and prepared to go back to the lounge to celebrate.
"Huh? Where's Ivan?" Hermione looked around, but couldn't find Ivan.
After her reminder, everyone realized that the hero who won the championship this time was not here.
"I saw him just now! It seems to be there..." Fred, the only one who knew, scratched his head and pointed in the direction of the corridor over there.