Living peacefully at Hogwarts

Chapter 154 The God-like Chaser
"Amazing! It's amazing!"

The shutter was pressed repeatedly, and Colin had a smirk on his face.

His lens only stays on one person, and in such a short time, he almost uses up all the film in the camera.

First it was a smooth interview, and then a photo of Klein playing Quidditch was taken.
Today is really his lucky day!
The game continues.

"Guys, don't make Klein look down on us, come on!"

Marcus, the Slytherin Quidditch captain, was a big man with a very loud voice.Looking at the hard-hit team members, he waved his fists, desperately encouraging his family members.

Wasn't Klein, a rookie they all thought of, scoring [-] points in a row? What's the big deal? It's not certain who wins!

"come on!"

Perhaps it was the proud self-esteem that did not allow Slytherin to bow his head, and after a short period of loss, the fighting spirit in their hearts was even more aroused.

Another offensive and defensive transition, under the leadership of captain Marcus, they strictly implemented tactics, and finally blasted the goal of the "reserve team" for the first time, tying the score to 10:20.

"not bad."

Even if he was an opponent, Klein couldn't help but want to applaud Marcus and the others.

In fact, the Quidditch level of the Snake Academy is really not bad. Apart from some subconscious little habits (playing black hands), their paper strength is enough to rank the top two among the four academies.

"Don't be afraid, brothers, we have Klein!"

Although the goal was blasted, the Quidditch rookies in the "reserve team" were not panicked at all.

Fancy tactics?
what is that!
They can't control the Golden Snitch, just pass the scoring Quaffle to the thigh and it's over.

With the scoring ability shown by Klein, isn't scoring one or two hundred points as easy as drinking water?
So once again the offense and defense alternated, and the members of the "reserve team" passed the ball to Klein without even thinking about it.

Except for the batter who was in charge of hitting the Bludger, the rest of the Chasers hung behind Klein on a broom like no one else, with the expression of waiting to call "666".

"Ok."

To be regarded as a thigh, one must have the consciousness of a thigh.

Klein received the ball, first observed the situation, and then faced the rapidly flying Bludger, he made several beautiful moves one after another, easily dodging the opponent's pincer attack.

His "Comet 260" is not fast, but stable enough.

Under the stormy offensive of the "official team", he was like a nimble butterfly, fluttering, and came to the goal of the official team again.

"God bless."

Goalkeeper Miles prayed silently and put his whole mind on the upcoming goal.

With so many people watching, he is also a person who wants to save face, so he can't be played by Klein anymore!

It's too late, it's too soon.

Klein didn't intend to keep his hand, and he didn't make any fake moves. He flew to the goal, just like the first ball, he made another powerful volley!

"boom!"

There was a heart-shattering muffled thump as the club made contact with the surface of the Quaffle.

Miles quickly raised his armor, trying to stop the "red lightning".

He foresaw the trajectory of the Quaffle, and he had already imagined Klein's disbelief after the attack failed. He cheered loudly in his heart, thankful that he finally saw through Klein's attack!
However, everything only exists in a beautiful fantasy.

"Whoosh!"

The sound of the Quaffle going through the goal was ironic.

Miles put down his raised hand in a daze, as if he had been punched by someone, and opened his mouth unconsciously.

"Spinball"

The "Red Lightning" who was going forward just now suddenly turned into an arc when he was about to stop him. He deftly avoided him, the goalkeeper, and got into the goal behind him.

It was a high-end draw, Miles had seen it in a Quidditch magazine.

But
Staring at the boy who was enjoying the cheers with his club up high, Miles wanted to cry.

Didn't you say you're not interested in Quidditch? Why are you so proficient!
"Wow, cough cough cough!"

Draco, who was at the highest altitude, happened to see Klein's attack this time.

The young master couldn't help exclaiming, but suddenly took a breath of cold air, and coughed involuntarily.

"Tsk, this year's Quidditch Cup, we're in trouble."

Gryffindor Quidditch captain Oliver Wood frowned, and a trace of worry flashed across his handsome face—he was the goalkeeper of the Lions Court, and he didn't think he had the strength to face the "swinging ball" just now. way to make a successful save.

"Hold on, hold on, we haven't lost yet!"

The third "fairy ball" made the morale of the "official team" of Slytherin sink to the bottom once again.

To be honest, he was also very frustrated, but the game is still going on and everything is still possible.

What if Malfoy caught the Snitch?
"Hold on, let's take this ball slowly, me, me, fuck!"

Marcus, who was actively arranging tactics, was still cheering up his teammates, but suddenly saw a "sneaky" figure flying out obliquely and intercepting their pass.

It's Klein again!
You just need to be responsible for scoring as a chaser. If you play like that, what are you doing? It really won't give us a way to survive!

Marcus was so annoyed that he wanted to pull his hair.

In the ear, the wind is howling.

After stealing the ball, Klein went straight in and broke into the formation of the "official team" alone.

There are opponents all around, but there is no movement in his eyes.

A stop, a dive, and then reverse upwards, suddenly speeding up.

The old "Comet 260" was played by him.

But in the blink of an eye, three chasers and one batter were passed by him lightly.

"what!!!!!"

The moment that figure broke out, those little wizards almost went crazy-they were never so crazy when Klein pressed Snape to fight.

No, not just little wizards.

And the professor.

After hearing the news, Flitwick and Professor McGonagall couldn't help shouting for Klein. Even Snape, who was alone in the corner, couldn't help but clenched his fists.

He didn't like Quidditch, he even hated it to some extent.

But that doesn't mean he doesn't get excited when his precious protégé dominates the game all by himself.

Gradually, the figure on the field overlapped with his own shadow.

Snape couldn't help but imagine.

If he was good at sports like Klein back then, and attracted more attention from that person, would the result have changed a little?
If Marcus was annoyed, then goalkeeper Miles was simply desperate.

How long has it been, you come again!
Facing that indomitable figure, he couldn't raise any resistance at all.

"Whoosh!"

"Red Lightning" went through the goal, cheering loudly.

The ball is in!
(End of this chapter)