The Wizard Supreme at Hogwarts

Chapter 69 A Chaotic Game

Norlin couldn't help but glanced at the auditorium of the professors.

Assistant Professor Alice was discussing something enthusiastically with Professor Flitwick, and Professor Flitwick nodded from time to time with a smile on his face.

Professor Krell sat on the other side, far away.

She probably didn't hear it...

Nuolin breathed a sigh of relief for Li, thinking that Li might not survive to graduate if he went on like this.

"Angelina is breaking through the line of defense! A beautiful feint, directly past the two Slytherin Chasers, which goal will she shoot?"

"The door in the lower left corner! Goalkeeper Peters Mark seemed to be under a confusion spell, and rushed in the opposite direction! Gryffindor scored first!"

There was another burst of cheers and applause from Gryffindor.

The game was in full swing, the scores of the two sides rose alternately, but Gryffindor scored more goals, gradually increasing the score.

Whether it's the twins' exquisite cooperation or Charlie's precise pitching offensive, they all demonstrate the strength of the Weasley family's Quidditch genes.

In the middle of the fight, the Slytherin captain, Avery, sullenly, raised his hand for Mrs. Hooch to pause.

Several people gathered together to discuss in low voices, and everyone in Gryffindor also took the opportunity to drink two sips of water.

After the game restarted, everyone felt that the level of confrontation in the game soared.

"Now Arya of Gryffindor is holding the ball, and senior Arya, who is about to graduate, is also an equally outstanding beauty. Around her are two chasers, and the batter is not far away...but I don't think it's a big deal...no!"

Arya's broom is kicked between the two Chasers.Arya struggled to control the wobbly broom, twisted upward, and flew high into the air.

But at this moment, a bat whizzed towards her.

Cold sweat instantly covered her forehead, she subconsciously turned to the side, and the sound of the bat hitting the Bludger was like thunder in her ears.

She rubbed her head in pain, her legs gripped the broom, and she almost fell from the sky.

"Sorry, didn't notice." The batter grinned at her.

"This is murder! Despicable and shameless murder!"

Lee said angrily, yelling at Slytherin, "Rogue! Maggot! Scumbag!"

Norin narrowed his eyes slightly, and felt a sweat for Arya.

Quidditch is actually a very dangerous sport. As far as he knows, Professor McGonagall was knocked down from the air in a game when he was young because of fouls from other colleges, broke several ribs, and caused Concussion.

Since then, Professor McGonagall has bid farewell to the beloved Quidditch pitch.

That's why Li was yelling at the Slytherins now, but she didn't forcefully stop it.Her face was gloomy, and she looked at the court coldly, turning a deaf ear to Li's roar beside her.

"Arya, are you okay?"

The Gryffindor players flew up to Arya and surrounded her, Charlie asked eagerly.

Arya shook her head, signaling that she was fine.

"Don't keep your hands, if they want to play dirty, just play with them."

Charlie gritted his teeth and said harshly.

There was a cold light in George and Fred's eyes, and they nodded with a sneer.

The players from both sides took to the air to face each other again, this time the smell of gunpowder was so strong that it seemed to explode at a single touch.

Both sides only kept the last bit of camouflage, and left an understatement "sorry" after the foul, which made Mrs. Hooch very busy.No way, fouls are everywhere on the court.

Kicking brooms, hitting people with a ball, hitting people with a bat and other actions emerged in an endless stream. The players played thrillingly, and the audience watched with horror.

Norling made up his mind that he could not participate in the Quidditch match.He has seen a lot of small moves on the court, whether it is basketball or football, but Quidditch, a sport that is prone to serious injuries and hospitalizations, has such fierce confrontation, which really daunts him.

He felt that if he played, he probably wouldn't last 5 minutes.

"Sister, do you usually play games like this?"

Norin couldn't help but turned his head and asked Pekesi.

"Of course not." Pekesi shook his head quickly, with worry on his face, "Small moves are inevitable, but I have never seen such a dangerous way of playing."

Charlie has a big bump on his head, George's right cheek is bruised, Fred's left arm hangs limp, and Angelina's and Arya's hair is loose and wet on their foreheads.

Slytherins were not much better.While they are veterans of small tricks, the twins are just as good at it.It can be said that their injuries were caused by the twins holding bats.

The only thing left intact on both sides is the goalkeeper.Oliver Wood was in a hurry in front of the goal, and he didn't dare to leave his post.

Is this playing ball or risking your life...

Noreen's scalp was numb, and he turned his eyes to the professor's auditorium, wondering how Dumbledore would allow such a dangerous game to continue.However, there was no one in Dumbledore's place, and he disappeared at some point.

Snape was still sitting in the front row, showing no expression.But Norlin guessed that he was screaming in his heart: Intensify!
Li's commentary voice continued to sound:

"Now the score is 150:100, and Gryffindor is temporarily leading. Oh, Charlie Weasley scored another goal, and the gap is pulled to 60 points, yes, keep it like this."

"Slytherin Seeker Terrence Higgs seems to have spotted something and is sprinting towards a clearing. Andrew is right behind him. Have they spotted the Snitch?"

A tiny snitch flew fast with golden wings.

The people on both sides stopped playing, and their purpose was only one: to block people.

Even Wood howled, flying out of the goal area and heading straight for the Slytherin Seeker.At this time, it is harmless to be scored, and you can win directly if you get the Golden Snitch.

The Slytherin keeper thought the same way, and it quickly became a brawl on the field.Apart from the Bludger as an attack method, the Quaffle was untouched and roamed the field alone.

"Terrence Higgs in the lead, with the Snitch not far in front of him, just a little closer and within reach - and he did! Oh well done George!"

A Bludger came with a high wind, and Higgs withdrew his hands quickly. The Bludger whizzed past his face, and the wind hurt his cheek.

George swung his bat and smiled at him.

"George, be careful—"

Charlie's exclamation came from behind, and George only had time to turn his head to look, and a figure slammed into his broom hard.His body flew upside down and fell straight to the ground.

"Shock reduction and stop speed."

Professor McGonagall pursed her lips, her wand shining brightly.George landed lightly and safely.

Fred stared hard, and hit the Bludger hard with his bat. This time, the Bludger hit Montague directly, and by the way, the other Chaser was also taken off the field.

The audience was nervous and a little dumbfounded. Who would have thought that Quidditch would end up like this?

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(End of this chapter)