some magical Hogwarts

Chapter 65 The Hogwarts Murder Case (Third Change)
Li Qiaodan's voice grew louder, and everyone stood up and cheered.

"The Quaffle did it - she scored! Ten to zero, Gryffindor ahead!
Win or lose, Angelina, handsome girl, this month's underwear, I wash it for you! "

William stood up and applauded. He had never seen such a wonderful Quidditch match. From the very beginning, the two teams showed extremely high tactical quality.

In the Quidditch game, the Seeker can indeed play a huge role. After all, as long as you catch the Golden Snitch, you have 150 points and can end the game.

But the sport is not a one-and-done sport.

This is a team game, and the batsmen will control the roaming and interfere with the seekers.

There are more than 700 foul methods in Quidditch games, and it is not so easy for a seeker to catch the golden snitch.

Similarly, 150 points may seem like a lot, but a game sometimes lasts for several months. Even this Quidditch World Cup final lasted five days and five nights.

At this time, 150 points is not so prominent. The main scoring method is entirely based on teamwork and goals from the chasers.

William pressed the binoculars tightly to his eyes.

At this time, Hufflepuff scored again to bring the score back.

"The formation has changed, the eagle head attacking formation, beautiful transformation, smooth and smooth."

Lee Jordan also showed enough tactical literacy, and he explained the formation used by Gryffindor at this time.

William could see the three Gryffindor Chasers galloping close together, all three closing in on the Hufflepuffs.

Then, I saw Angelina pretending to rush up with the Quaffle, distracting Warrington from chasing the ball, and throwing the ball to Neymar.

Walker, one of Hufflepuff's batsmen, hits the incoming Bludger hard with the stub in his hand, sending it toward Neymar; Neymar ducks down to avoid the Bludger Ball, throws the Quaffle, and Angelina, hovering below, catches it—

"Angelina scored again!" Lee Jordan roared loudly, and the audience cheered and cheered, shaking the Quidditch stadium.

Qiu jumped up and down excitedly, waving his arms constantly.

Soon, the game progressed to 10 minutes, but the scores of the two sides were still biting.

Hagrid shouted excitedly: "This is definitely the most exciting final in recent years.

Unlike previous years, Slytherin students always like to use foul tactics to fragment the game. "

Slytherin is good at using fouls, which is why they have won the championship many times.

Hufflepuff and Gryffindor's hands are much cleaner, at least there is no such thing as iron elbows or deliberately bumping into people.

Suddenly, a resonant phoenix cry resounded above Hogwarts Castle.

A big silver guy came out of the window, it floated to the ground, and raised its proud head.

It was a phoenix, a silver phoenix - Dumbledore's Patronus.

The phoenix is ​​elegant and shining, and it lands lightly in the middle of the arena.

The Patronus opened his mouth wide and spoke in Dumbledore's loud, deep, slow voice.

"The finals are suspended, and everyone returns to their common rooms immediately under the protection of the professor."

The phoenix disappeared, as if it had never appeared before.

Professor McGonagall froze for a moment, then glanced back at the castle.

Dumbledore rarely used the Patronus to deliver messages, unless there was an emergency.

McGonagall didn't think too much about it, and jumped up, showing the athleticism that didn't match her age, appeared on the host stage, and snatched the microphone from Lee Jordan's hand.

"The prefects of each college organize the students to order, don't panic, and return to the common room one by one!"

Many people didn't realize what happened, but Professor McGonagall's words were still echoing in the stadium, the prefects started to get up, and the teachers of various subjects were maintaining order.

There were boos and shouts of discontent from the crowd, they didn't want to miss such a wonderful Quidditch final.

Oliver Wood looked dejected. He landed on the ground and ran towards Professor McGonagall without getting off his broom.

"But the Professor!" he yelled, "we have to compete... the Quidditch Cup... Gryffindor... we're going to win!"

At this time, the gap between the two sides was only twenty points, and he really dared to say it.

Professor McGonagall ignored him and continued to shout with the microphone: "All students must return to the common room of the college, where the person in charge of the college will tell you more about the situation. Please leave as soon as possible!"

Everyone muttered and walked towards the castle in a crowded crowd, some were muttering and complaining that the game was cancelled, and some looked very nervous.

Everyone was discussing what had happened so badly that the Quidditch final had to be called off.

Marietta joked that it was the Death Eaters who showed up.

Bradley believed that the final exam papers had been set on fire.

Many young wizards recognized or expected this result, as if this way they would not have to take the exam.

When they were approaching the Ravenclaw common room, Professor Flitwick suddenly appeared behind the crowd.

"Mr. Stark, I have something to ask you, follow me."

William had some bad premonitions, and signaled Qiu with innocent eyes, indicating that he didn't know what happened.

William really didn't know, but he suspected that it was the incident of entering the secret passage yesterday, and it turned out.

William followed Professor Flitwick out of the crowd and up the marble stairs, but this time they were taken not to anyone's office but to the school hospital.

"Listen William, you may be a little shocked by what I'm about to say next."

As they approached the hospital, Professor Flitwick said in a serious voice, "There has just been a death..."

William's heartbeat seemed to slow down a beat. He thought about it for a while. His best friends were all on the Quidditch pitch, so maybe it wasn't his best friend who died.

Professor Flitwick said in a tone of great sadness: "It's Prefect Robert Hilliard."

"How is this possible?" William paused, and said in disbelief, "Two hours ago, I ran into him at the door of the lounge."

"Yes." Professor Flitwick said sadly: "The attack happened during the finals. He was killed by... black magic."

"Who did it?"

"It hasn't been investigated yet." Professor Flitwick said, "We found a bottle of water of life and death in his hand.

Madam Pomfrey said that you made it. When you brewed the potion before, you asked her the main points of making it. "

"Yes, that's true." William quickly recounted the conversation between the two in the morning.

"Then did you find any other abnormalities?"

William thought about it again and shook his head: "No, Professor."

Professor Flitwick sighed, as if the last clue had also been broken.

Dumbledore walked in, his face serious, and Professor Flitwick shook his head at him.

Just as Dumbledore was about to say something, there was a sudden sound of stumbling footsteps in the corridor.

Filch rushed over, panting heavily, and stammered: "Principal, go quickly...you go...Professor Tywin...he..."

"died."

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(Third update, please recommend tickets, everyone.)
(End of this chapter)