Hogwarts 1991

Chapter 225 Surprises!

"I don't think Furtling has any other options...he will definitely adopt that kind of intentional violation of the rules, dirty game tactics..."

"Next, we must be vigilant!"

Wood looked excited, and he danced and explained the next tactical arrangement to everyone.

Afterwards, he turned his head and said to McGuffin, "Albert, I think we're going to use your flying broom soon, let's see if it works well..."

"Harry, you have a Nimbus 2000... no need, and it's not nice being a Seeker on such a freaking broomstick to stand out..."

"I'm a goalkeeper, and what I need is a broomstick with a flexible steering..."

"So..." Wood's gaze turned to the twins, "George, Fred, and one of you are going to...help Harry catch the Snitch with the super speed of this broom..."

"This is our winning point..."

"But, I..." George, Fred wanted to say something, but seeing Wood's frantic, staring expression, he swallowed the rest of his words, and couldn't say anything.

The two "give way" for a while... In the end, George "skilled" won the right to use the flying device for the first time.

"Guys, we've proven that their super brooms are useless at all... Go ahead and teach those orangutans a lesson!"

Wood shouted hoarsely.

The Quidditch players wiped their hair, drank some water, and rushed into the rain again.

However, unlike before, one of their team...was a bit miserable.

——Ass is breathing fire!

He soared into the sky.

……

"Goodman! Come and see... this is really interesting! As it said in the [Daily Prophet]...it seems that the Gryffindor Quidditch player's ass is indeed emitting a flame..."

Cornelius Fudge said, pressing his advanced panoramic (perspective) magic brass telescope on the bridge of his nose.

(This telescope can make the line of sight penetrate the rain without being blocked by it, and can clearly see the game situation)

In the rain, everyone speeded up and formed blurred red and green figures.

The thunder rolls in, the branch-shaped lightning continues to spread, and the increasingly dark sky is as bright as day from time to time.

It's just that Fu Guitar is not aiming at the more intense and exciting competition, but a certain figure of the tracker.

—something with an ass that looks like it's breathing fire.

When Fudge twisted the magnification button on the top side of the panorama (see-through) telescope, he realized that was not the case.

Wet fiery red hair, freckles all over his face...and similar features, let Cornelius Fudge know at once that this was a son of his subordinate Arthur Weasley.

He's riding a weird flying broomstick... Ugh!It can't be regarded as a broom anymore, it can be said to be another kind of aircraft.

The appearance is very strange, the several windpipes lined up at the tail are incompatible with the streamlined body, and the tail flame emits a faint blue light in the dark sky.

There is another kind of strange beauty after looking at it for a while.

Just when Fudge thought that his hapless subordinate had another "classic joke" that swept the Ministry of Magic.

The flying device, a bright and amazing flame erupted violently from the tail, and it was out of the observation range of the telescope in an instant.

This--

All the wizards present who were waiting for a joke were speechless after seeing this scene.

All the tabloid reporters, even Ritas Keeter, who was not at odds with Hogwarts and Gryffindor, hurriedly took out their quills and quickly recorded and described all this in their notebooks.

……

finally stopped...

The acceleration just now almost made George let go of his hands and slide off the thing.

He was stunned for a long time before he realized that he was near the Gryffindor goal.

George blew away the turbulent airflow, and put aside the wet hair that covered his vision, let out a breath slowly, and calmed his constantly rising and falling chest.

He lowered his head to look at the weird aircraft in his hand.

Although it has been verified by Hogwarts professors and certified by professionals.But he just bought this thing, and he still feels a little unconvinced about this 'three-nothing product'...

However, after trying (normal flying) for half an hour, nothing seemed to happen.

George Weasley He finally started to try out the various functions that MacGuffin said.

Especially that instant acceleration.

Indeed, as Wood said,
— Cool!
That's cool!

"Would you like to try it again?" George was eager to try.

"It's all right!" At this moment, Fred arrived belatedly and rushed beside him.

"It's nothing, I didn't expect what Wood said was true..."

"It's expected...but it's too fast, man!"

George touched his face, shook off the rain in his palm, and said with a little palpitation and excitement.

"George, Fred, what are you doing..."

Wood's angry yell came from the Gryffindor goal, "Help, Harry, quick... quick! Behind..."

The two of them looked around in panic.

A small golden blob flickers in the rainy air, near one of the stands...

Harry was being hounded by almost every member of the Slytherin Quidditch team, like six flying gorillas chasing a scrawny little monkey.

—that's a nasty tactic created by Slytherin last term,

It was a helpless move at first, but now they used the speed advantage of their brooms to interfere with Harry, while the other Gryffindor players couldn't keep up because of the difference in the speed of their brooms.

George hurriedly threw himself on the special broomstick and rushed towards Harry with all his might.

As the speed of the broom became faster and faster, the raindrops kept hitting his face—a little painful.

The draft, the rain, the clammy air... made it impossible for George to open his eyes.

The speed of the flying device in George's hand was so fast that it almost drew a white line in the rain.

The runway stands, and almost all the stepped stands were filled with silence caused by surprise. The crowd was no longer making noise, and they were all holding their breath, sucking in air at this astonishing speed.

After touching his face,
George Weasley finally managed to open his eyes, and through the blurry gap, he saw...

Oh no!
—he was about to crash into the stands.

George Weasley could see the astonishment of his parents, and the frightened expression of Fudge, the Minister of Magic, who wanted to take out his wand... If he could show off this experience with Fred normally, but now...

With a cry of alarm, he hastily hoisted up the broom, almost brushing the heads of these Ministry of Magic officials - thump - thump - thump.

Then turned a big circle and went straight into the sky!

—Fortunately it didn't hit.

George Weasley thought so at the time.

……

It's better to hit it directly!

Mr. Weasley was shaking secretly.

Finished!

It's over!

Now on the terraced stands, a burning smell continued to spread.

He didn't even need to think about how tragic the situation around him was.

There was a bone-chilling chill down his spine, a constant reminder of how angry all the wizards were here.

Mr. Weasley felt a buzzing in his ears, as if someone had turned off the sound, and he was suddenly deaf...

With Mrs. Weasley shaking repeatedly, Mr. Weasley finally came to his senses.

Touching his head, he put his hands in front of his eyes...

— not dreaming.

The burning crumbs in one hand, the smell of burning mixed with the humid air continuously pierced the nostrils.

The tail flame of that damned broom scorched the precious last bit of 'margin' on his head.

On the other side...Professor Gilderoy Lockhart, who was chatting happily, suddenly became dumb, unable to make a sound... Only then did he whimper and let out a mournful cry.

Weasley stole a glance.

Lockhart hugged his head, and kept stroking his thick temple hair, just like Mr. Weasley, the hair crumbs kept falling in all directions in a 'spring snow'.

It's okay if you don't do it, with such a movement, the hair on the left side of Lockhart fell off and disappeared, revealing the black and pitted half-drawn head.

— in stark contrast to the rest of the hair on the side.

Not to mention, it's quite chic, and it's in the shape of a half moon!
"Thinking of the good, at least Molly and Lockhart... can't even get in touch with fans and idols..."

Mr. Weasley could only comfort himself now.

Gilderoy Lockhart kept choking, shrinking his neck to his chest, and turned up the collar of that exquisite and gorgeous wizard robe to cover it and avoid everyone's eyes.

(In fact, no one has the energy to pay attention to him, because there are a lot of victims in the stands now...)
That George's last 'Ten-Ten-Ten' did him a disservice.

such as……

"Arthur Weasley!"

A voice that was so cold that it pierced the soul came from above, and deep hatred was engraved in that voice.

Almost as if he wanted to chew Mr. Weasley to the bone.

Mr. Weasley subconsciously turned his head to look.

Mr. Malfoy met his gaze.

The cold flames gushing out of his eyes seemed to turn him into ashes.

Ness!
This is another pleasant thing.

Mr. Malfoy's well-groomed long, silky golden hair became curly, disheveled, with a large circle on the side——it looked abnormally bad,
He's trying to wave his wand and get his hair back into shape again.

- Can't laugh, can't laugh!

In this extremely tense atmosphere, Mr. Weasley had to pinch his thigh to keep 'serious'.

Because he is not the only one who is so 'unlucky'.

Another unlucky guy is Weasley's immediate boss, the Minister of Magic,
—Lord Fudge!
He also has a hairstyle that is bald at the front and turned up at the back. The hair and face in the front are dark and messy, but the back is still flourishing.

If Weasley had laughed and squawked in front of his angry eyes.

I'm afraid I'm going to pack my bags and leave the Ministry of Magic immediately!
Enough even now!
He leaned forward, glaring at Arthur Weasley.

It seemed that he had already recognized whose family the little wizard on the broom was.

Click, click.

At this time, worse things are still happening one after another.

Only then did the reporters react.

They didn't know where they took out the cameras one by one, click, click, the button was pressed continuously, the dazzling flashing lights kept flashing, and puffs of purple smoke were sprayed out.

Oh!
——NO!
……

It should be fine!
George looked back to see the chaos in the stands, and the purple smoke that kept coming out.

Feeling a little worried.

But I can't take care of it.

There was a delay just now, but fortunately everyone on the other side, including Harry, was startled by the scene that George himself made just now, and they were stunned for a moment.

When he regained his footing, everyone started chasing the Snitch again.

Harry deserves to be the youngest Gryffindor Seeker.

Avoiding the deliberate collision of the Slytherin team, and even when the two men are viciously attacking from both sides... they can also flexibly rotate and change directions quickly.

But it seemed that he was already a lot behind Malfoy.

The little villain looked like he was going to win the game with this shabby trick.

George Weasley hastened to accelerate again at full speed, and almost instantly was in front of Malfoy, intercepting him within a few inches, preventing him from catching the Snitch.

"You are fouling, you are fouling!"

Malfoy yelled.

It's a pity that Mrs. Hooch was still coming from the distance of the Quidditch pitch on the other side, and the silver-white rain curtain blocked her view, making it impossible for her to see what happened here.

That's why they, the Slytherin Quidditch team, dared to violate the rules of the game to deal with Harry.

Now George is just repeating the same thing.

Harry brushed past.

George yelled at him, "Leave it to me!"

The other Slytherins also rushed over on their 'super brooms', and Furtling stared at George maliciously, especially mocking the tail of the 'broom' that spewed flames.

"Look what we saw...a living fart!"

"Hey! Twins - how does it feel to have a fire-breathing ass!"

"Isn't it interesting!"

The Slytherin players immediately burst out laughing.

George responded, "It would be more fun if our Gryffindors won!"

This stung them, and made the Slytherin players on the opposite side not want to talk nonsense here.

"Drian! You stay here and deal with him..."

"The rest follow me, Malfoy, don't act fast!"

Furtling roared, and the rest of the people scattered in all directions, rushing in Harry's direction.

Here only George was left in mid-air, blocked by Derian.

Looking at the distance, it was about the same, and George accelerated again.

He rushed to the front of the rest of the Slytherin team.

"I said, can you do this? Our score is overtaken!"

George shouted triumphantly in front of them.

……

At this time, on the side of the old London Bridge in the city of London, a huge willow tree rose from the ground (almost every minute), and the white catkins were scattered, floating all over the city of London.

Even Muggles can see... people talk about it.

If there are any professors here who have experienced that nightmarish night at Hogwarts, they will feel that this scene is very familiar.

——This thing is somewhat similar to that giant Rafflesia flower.

……

...

The origin of the panoramic perspective telescope:

(This was one of the previous times when the Quidditch World Cup final was held in the UK, because of the continuous torrential rain, everyone could not see the game... so some companies saw such business opportunities and invented it...

However, because of the high price and limited use (only the extra function of being able to penetrate storms, blizzards, and water surfaces)...the company managed to add a perspective telescope,
After being reported by others, after being seized by the relevant departments of the Ministry of Magic... the company had no choice but to give up and close down.

And Fudge's telescope was transformed by the magic management department of the Ministry of Magic after it was initially seized... Finally, it was distributed as department welfare.

As the Minister of Magic, Fugui naturally got the best one)
(End of this chapter)