Harry Potter's Dharma

Eight minutes into the match.

There were many tall pillars on the side of the Quidditch field. They were even taller than the spectator stands. These pillars were used to support the spectator stands, and they could also be used to hang the flags of the academies to enhance the atmosphere.

At this moment, a slender figure wearing a cloak was standing on top of one of the pillars.

It was the Elven girl that Zheng Fan had bullied in the Forbidden Forest that night. As an Elf, she loved the adventurous Quidditch game. Back in Ireland, she had secretly watched the World Cup matches. Now that she heard the hubbub of voices on the field, she couldn't help but sneak a peek.

"Gryffindor … against Slytherin?

I can't really tell the names of the academies … "She muttered to herself, and then her eyes fell on Zheng Fan." One-three-seven. "

It wasn't because of Zheng Fan's domineering aura, nor was it because of Zheng Fan's handsomeness. Instead, it was because when the Elven girl looked at the field, she happened to see Zheng Fan pass the ball upside down. It was a technique where the ball chaser threw the ball over his shoulder to his teammate behind him. This type of pass was very difficult to master, but Zheng Fan's pass was as if he had eyes on the back of his head. He easily threw the ball into his teammate's arms!

"What a strong sense of the ball."

The Elven girl was surprised. She didn't expect such a young child to be so good at playing with the ball.

After watching Zheng Fan's game for a while, the Elven girl nodded. "Amazing. He flies fast and well. There are no unnecessary movements. His movements are very simple … It seems that the human race can't be judged by common sense."

Under her gaze, Zheng Fan had just completed a fierce attack with the help of his two teammates. The ball was easily swept into Gryffindor's goal with a broom. The Elven girl liked this kind of calmness and the way he treated the field as if it was an amusement park.

She subconsciously looked at the scoreboard in the referee's seat. That brat Slytherin was so good. Their score must be very high too.

On the scoreboard, the scores of both sides were clearly written.

Gryffindor VS Slytherin.

0: 130!

"0: 130?!"

The Elven girl exclaimed and covered her mouth. Her beautiful eyes widened in shock. "Is this really a match between students?

The disparity is too great! "

She also took a look at Gryffindor's players just now. Although they were very young and immature, she had to admit that their basic skills were good. How could they be beaten to the point where they could not score a single point?

Just as she thought of this, she saw that Zheng Fan was once again being defended by four players. This was the only way Gryffindor could stop Zheng Fan from bombing their own goal. Seeing this, the Goblin girl frowned. This defensive method was a little extreme. What was the point of it?

Zheng Fan, who was on the field, suddenly froze. He held the ball in one hand and looked at the pillar not far away.

In Eagle Eye, there was someone there!

Who was so crazy to actually run to such a high place?

So cool, aren't you afraid of breaking your leg?

Zheng Fan couldn't see clearly from afar, so she turned her head back. These Magi were all rather unrestrained, so it wasn't surprising that some of them liked to climb high places.

The elf girl, however, was truly shocked.

"You actually noticed me when you were fully focused on the match?"

Wait a minute … He's that Zheng Fan? "

Noticing this, the elf girl suddenly became excited. It seemed that her guess was right. Zheng Fan was really related to the Phantom Assassin!

On the field, the Gryffindor batters, the Weasley brothers, who were blocking Zheng Fan's way, looked unhappy.

They were clearly still in the match, but Zheng Fan was actually looking at the audience. This made them feel unbearable.

"How dare you look down on us!"

Although they were batters, at this moment, they couldn't care less about the division of labor. One on one side, they rushed toward Zheng Fan with open arms, trying to intercept the ball.

However, Zheng Fan seemed to have a 360-degree vision. The moment the two of them made their move, he directly turned the broom handle in the direction of its direction.

Immediately after, a whirlwind blew in their faces. The Weasley brothers were shocked to find that Zheng Fan had disappeared from their field of vision again.

"It's this ridiculous pass again!

Bastard! "

Although they had only played for a few minutes, the Weasley brothers felt unprecedentedly tired.

Zheng Fan was too good at fighting. He seemed to have come specifically to destroy their fighting spirit. If Flint's attack was infuriating, then Zheng Fan's attack was despairing.

From the start of the match until now, no matter how many times they defended, no matter how they defended, they couldn't stop Zheng Fan even once!

However, the elf girl saw this scene clearly.

When the Weasley brothers rushed over, Zheng Fan slightly changed the direction of the broom and rushed forward as well. The moment the Weasley brothers made their move to intercept the ball, Zheng Fan gently pressed down on the broom handle. The timing was perfect. It happened to be the moment the two brothers made their move, and he directly passed them from below.

This move was easy to say, but in reality, it was simply impossible for a human to do it. The elf girl couldn't help but have the same thought as the Gryffindor players.

Could it be that Zheng Fan had eyes on the top of his head, the back of his head, or even the left and right sides of his head?

What kind of monster was that?

Thinking of this, the elf girl coughed twice. It was not good to speak ill of others behind their backs. It was also not good to think about it!

On the Gryffindor team's side, Wood panicked.

Being sent flying by a wandering ball was nothing. After playing Quidditch for so many years, he had experienced this kind of thing countless times. What really made him panic was the strength of Zheng Fan's attack!

What was going on? It hadn't even been ten minutes, and he had already bought 133.6 points!

The key was that he hadn't gotten a single ball yet!

Ever since the team had been established, this had never happened before!

His eyes widened as he watched Zheng Fan rush toward him. He had to stop this ball!

Even if it meant risking his life!

Under his gaze, Zheng Fan raised the ball.

Suddenly, Zheng Fan stopped.

Wood thought that his momentum had stopped Zheng Fan, and he was overjoyed.

At that moment, he saw Zheng Fan reach out his hand.

Zheng Fan caught a golden ball in his hand.

All the spectators holding binoculars gasped, not knowing what to say.

Not far away, the elf girl also didn't know whether to laugh or cry.

Zheng Fan, the ball chaser, actually reached out his hand and caught the golden ball in front of him!