Chapter 892

"Slytherin scores!" Li's voice sounded in the cheers and boos from the audience in the stands, "ten to zero, Slytherin is ahead, Ron's reaction speed is good, but it seems that he is out of luck."

"Oh no..." Colin howled loudly on the side. Obviously, in Colin's opinion, it was not a good goal, but Ron still didn't make it.

Slytherin's people sang louder: Weasley was born in the dustbin, he always put the ball in the door.

The song was deafening and overshadowed all the voices on the stage. No matter how Li tried to save it, Lee's voice was too thin in front of all Slytherin, even with the help of sound reinforcement.

Br > "but we can't cheer for the team even though it's not good for us to win the game!"

The song gradually resounded through the audience, and even many people in hechpatch and Ravenclaw began to sing along unconsciously. It must be admitted that the song is too magical, especially the sentence that Weasley is our king, which is the Hogwarts version of brainwashing.

And Slytherin on the field are also more and more brave, in fact, they completely gave up the swimming ball and went to snatch the ghost fly ball wholeheartedly, desperate to grab the ball.

Angelina was angry and screamed in the whole court. Fanlin's eyes were different from that of the training match. Angelina waved her arms to let the players defend, but it was out of order. In the eyes of outsiders, the hasty arrangement was full of flaws, which fell into Slytherin's arms and was brought up by Slytherins.

Rhythm is very important for a game. Once you fall into the rhythm of the opponent and keep rolling snowballs, it is a very terrible thing.

Fred and George's swim ball hit Nelson hard, but Slytherin's strong body advantage showed, Nelson's body just shook, this impact and pain did not let him loose the ghost fly ball in his hand.

as like as two peas, Nelson rushed straight to Gryffindor's goal, the same position, even the ball's surrender.

However, Ron obviously wandered around the God, comet 7 was teetering there, as if it would fall to the ground in the next second. Ron unconsciously dodged back for a while.

Immediately, Gryffindor's side groaned in pain, and Slytherin's screams and applause erupted.

"Slytherin scored a goal, score 20-0, hope Gryffindor's players can quickly adjust."

Jordan's voice sounded reluctantly. As Quidditch explained, Jordan naturally understood what happened to Ron, and he could not be saved by luck.

Then there was Slytherin's captain, Warrington, who got the fly ball, followed by Goyle, and then

Thirty to zero! Forty to zero!

Their tactics are so simple that they give up control and mobility. They all crowd in front of their own goal and rush forward when they get the ball.

The simplest wolf pack tactics, and their target is only one, ghost fly ball!

Then fly to Ron, pitch and score!

"It's over!" Hermione said bitterly, Ron seemed to have given up resistance, or completely lost.

Now, as long as Slytherin's people come with the ghost flying ball, they can easily score.

The worst thing is a goal from Goyle. It's hard to imagine. Before the start of the game, Angelina and Harry mocked that Goyle and Clara were two fools who couldn't distinguish between the front and the back of the broom. It can be imagined that Ron's psychological defense has been thorough

"Is there any way?" Hermione asked reluctantly.

"Unless there is a replacement, Gryffindor obviously doesn't have extra substitute goalkeepers, but I think it would be better to replace Ginny, but now Slytherin's tactics..." "Now we can only rely on Angelina and Harry to control the score, and then let Harry get the snitch and end the game with 150 points..."

As a matter of fact, Harry thinks so. He can't count on Ron any more.

but inevitably, Harry's motivation to look for the snitch now has the element of fear. He just hopes to find it quickly and end the game.

"Weasley was born in the dustbin, he always put the ball in the door, Weasley guaranteed me to win this game, Weasley is our king!" Slytherins are singing loudly, which is probably the best way to attack.

Harry bent down and swam away as fast as he could. He didn't dare to see Ron. He could only hear the cheers of Slytherins below.

"- now it's Nelson's turn again," Lee said below. "He passed it to Johnny. Johnny dodged Isabella, and now it's here, aliya, you can deal with him, oh - actually you can't - but Fred Weasley once again made a beautiful walkaway. I mean, George Weasley, oh, whatever it is, it's always one of them One, now Nelson dropped the fly, and Goyle - OH - let go - now it's Warrington with it, Slytherin's captain, Warrington, he's flying high, now come on, Gryffindors, stop him! "Harry jumped up behind Slytherin's goal at one end of the stadium, hoping he didn't see what was going on at Ron's end.

As he passed Slytherin's goalkeeper, he heard the crowd below Hamel sing, "Weasley can't save a ball..."

"- Warrington dodged Angelina again. He flew straight to the goal and stopped him, Ron!"

Harry didn't need to see what happened: Gryffindor's hair was a sad sigh, accompanied by Slytherin's new screams and cheers.

"Harley's head is full of energy when he looks down at the front of the court and says," why is Harley's dog in front of us

But 20 is nothing. Gryffindor still has time to catch up or catch a snitch. With a few goals, they will win as usual.

Harry said to himself, comforting himself, shuttling up and down among the rest of the team to catch a flash in front of him, only to discover that it was Wallington's watch strap.

But Ron scored two more goals. Harry is a little busy now, eager to find the snitch. If he can just find it and end the game quickly.

"- Angelina of Gryffindor dodged Goyle, dodged Warrington, turned around, Angelina, now she threw it to Isabella, Isabella caught the ghost fly, she passed Nelson, she rushed to the goal, now come on, Isabella greiffindor scored!! Now Slytherin is 60 to 10, 60 to 10, and now Clara has the fly ball

Harry was heartened to hear Luna's funny lion hat roar mixed with the cheers of Gryffindor. It's only 50 points short. It's nothing. They can easily get back.

Harry dodged a runaway ball that clattered hard in his direction, and continued to frantically walk through the field looking for the snitch, while observing Malfoy for any sign that he had found the snitch, but Malfoy, like him, just kept circling around the field in vain

"Warrington throws it back to Goyle - aliya gets in, Elia gets the fly ball, and Elia gives it to bill, and it looks hopeful - I mean, bad - that bill was hit by a stray ball from Slytherin's Clara, and now it's Nelson with the ball."

"Weasley was born in the dustbin. He always let the fly ball in. Weasley will make sure we win."

But Harry finally found it: the tiny winged snitch was hovering a few feet off the ground at the other end of Slytherin's field.

He dived down In a few seconds at most, Malfoy galloped past Harry's left, only to see a green and silver shadow lying on his broom The snitch circled a few times at the foot of a goal and quickly slipped to the other side of the stands. It's in Malfoy's favor to change its direction. He's closer. Harry adjusted his broom. Now he's shoulder to shoulder with Malfoy

A few feet above the ground, Harry reached out his right hand from the broom and grabbed at the snitch

On his right, Malfoy stretched his arm and reached for it

After two seconds of breathless, desperate, windy efforts, it was all over - Harry's fingers caught the tiny, struggling ball - Malfoy's fingernails clutching the back of Harry's hand in despair - and Harry let his broom rise, holding the struggling ball in his hand, and the Gryffindor audience yelled Cheers They're saved. Ron missed those balls. It doesn't matter. Now that Gryffindor has won, no one will remember - "bang!"

A swimming ball knot hit Harry firmly on the back and he fell off the broom. Fortunately, he just flew so low to catch the snitch, only five or six feet off the ground, but he still fell on the cold ground, panting.

He heard Mrs. Hodge's shrill whistle, the commotion in the stands, with boos, angry shouts and jeers, a bang, and Wallington's wild screams.

"Are you all right?" Angelina asked nervously.

"Of course," said Harry coldly, holding her hand and letting her lift her up. Mrs. Hodge was running to one of the Slytherin players above him, though he couldn't see who it was in the chase.

"It's the thug," Angelina said angrily. "When he sees you've caught the snitch, he slams the Bludger at you - but we won, Harry, we won!"

Harry, still holding the snitch tightly in his hand, heard a snort from behind. Looking back, Draco Malfoy was at his side. His pale face was full of anger, but he still laughed at him.

"Saved Weasley's life, didn't it?" Malfoy said to Harry. "I've never seen a worse goalkeeper But since he was born in the garbage Do you like my lyrics, Harry? "

Harry didn't answer. In fact, if he hadn't caught the snitch, Harry wouldn't mind a fist in Malfoy's face, but Harry obviously didn't want to affect his victory.Harry turned to look at the other players. One by one they were back on the ground, cheering triumphantly and waving their fists, except Ron, who had already put a broom at the doorpost and was on his way back to the dressing room by himself.

"We're going to write another one!" When Angelina and Isabella hugged Harry, Malfoy cried, "but we can't find a word that rhymes with fat and ugly - we want to sing his mother, see --"

"he's jealous," Isabella said with a disgusted look at Malfoy.

"We couldn't find words rhymed with the useless loser - for his father, you know -" Fred and George understood what Malfoy was saying. Half way through Harry's handshake, they froze and turned to Malfoy.

"Let him go!" Elia said at once, taking Fred's arm.

"Let him go, Fred. Let him shout. He's just a loser, this little up and down -"

"- but you like the Weasleys, don't you, Potter?" Malfoy said sarcastically. "There's something else to do with the holiday at their house, isn't it? I can't imagine how you could stand the stench, but I guess since you've been raised by Muggles, even the Weasleys' kennel smells good - "

Harry grabs George, while Angelina, aliya and Isabella work together to stop Fred jumping on Malfoy, who laughs exaggeratively.

Harry looked around for Mrs. Hodge, but she was still reprimanding him for his dirty foul.

"Or maybe," said Malfoy as he walked away, "you remember the smell of your mother's house, and the Weasley's pigsty reminds you of..."

Harry didn't realize that he had let go of George. All he knew was that for a moment they both ran towards Malfoy.

He completely forgot that all the teachers were watching and just wanted to beat Malfoy as hard as he could.

Before he could draw out his wand, he could only draw back the fist that clenched the snitch and smash as hard as he could on Malfoy's disgusting face

"Harry! Harry! George! No Harry could hear the girls screaming, Malfoy shouting, George cursing, a whistle, the crowd roaring around him, but he didn't care.

Until one of the people next to him called, "there's a lot of obstacles." He was knocked down by the curse from behind, and he gave up the wild beating of Malfoy.

"What do you think you're doing?" Mrs. Hodge screamed as Harry stood up. It looks like she did the obstacle charm. She had a whistle in one hand and a wand in the other.

Her broom was thrown a few feet away.

Malfoy rolled on the ground, whimpering and groaning, his nose bleeding, George biting swollen lips, Fred being held by three pursuers, and Warrington giggled.

"I've never seen anything like this - go back to the castle, you two, and go straight to your Dean's office! Go! Now. "

"I'm sorry, Mrs. Hodge..." Later, van Lin gasped and said that it was too inconvenient for him to move his phantom. He rushed here as soon as Harry landed, but Van Lin obviously underestimated Malfoy's ability to die.

Why didn't he see the Gryffindor people around him? Your teammates are all in the sky?

"I'll take Harry and George to the headmaster, and it will be dealt with, I promise."

"As the president of the college, they will take themselves first." Mrs. Hodge is obviously not angry, and van Lin can only look apologetic and pull Harry behind him.

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