Harry Potter's Dharma

With Zheng Fan as the core of the Slytherin team, they flew back to their own half of the field in a triangular formation, leaving only the Gryffindor players gathered at the goal.

The atmosphere was quite heavy. The air seemed to have frozen. No one spoke. Everyone was trying to suppress their breathing.

Wood held his broom tightly. He lowered his head and did not speak for a long time.

He was very regretful.

Before the start of the competition, he had already seen Zheng Fan's flying ability. To be honest, he should have taken Zheng Fan seriously at that time, but because Zheng Fan's opponent had been Flint, and he had always looked down on Flint, he had subconsciously told himself that Zheng Fan was actually not that strong.

But reality slapped him hard in the face. Zheng Fan was not only strong, but she was also unbelievably strong. If it were not for the fact that his teammates were Gryffindor's players and the players around him were Hogwarts students, Wood would not have doubted that he would be in the World Cup.

Most importantly, before the start of the competition, his old rival, Flint, had specifically told him how terrifying Zheng Fan's strength was in order to get back at him. He had even told him about Zheng Fan's usual attacking methods and some of his usual tricks!

Unfortunately, at that time, Wood thought that Gryffindor was very strong and did not need to use these tricks. Therefore, he did not listen to him. Now, it was too late for regrets.

"I'm sorry. The biggest problem in this match is me," Wood said in a low voice after a long time.

"Oh, no, Wood. It's not your fault. It can only be said that the opponent is too strong. I can bet my broom that there has never been a first-year student like Zheng Fan in history. He has really broken the limit of first-year students," Fred said as he spread out his hands.

The others also nodded. This match was not Wood's fault. However, who was right and who was wrong did not matter. There was only one fact, and that was that they could not beat Slytherin. They could not beat Zheng Fan!

140 points. With such a big difference in points, even if the three ball chasers were on steroids, they would definitely not be able to catch up. Their only hope now was not to tie the 140 points, but to let the ball chasers, to let Harry Potter catch the golden Snitch!

As long as Harry caught the Golden Snitch before Slytherin scored the next goal, they still had a chance of winning!

Thinking of this, everyone's gaze fell on Harry Potter at the same time.

Harry instinctively shrunk his neck as everyone stared at him.

"Harry, please. You're the only one who can bring victory to the team. As long as you can get the Snitch before Slytherin surpasses us by 150 points, we'll win!" Wood said with a pleading look in his eyes.

"Uh, Wood, I …"

"Come on!

Harry!

You can do it! "

"Yes!

Harry, you must win! "

Everyone flew over and patted Harry on the shoulder. Then, they flew back to the midfield.

Harry took a deep breath. He felt that his arm was a little numb. It was usually due to exhaustion and stress.

It was hard for the team to see any hope of winning, so all the tasks were thrown onto his shoulders. He really did not know whether this was a good or bad thing.

He tried his best to look around. He wanted to know where the Golden Snitch was. At the same time, he tried to recall how Zheng Fan had caught the Golden Snitch.

It would have been better if he did not recall it. Once he recalled it, Harry felt even more depressed. How did Zheng Fan catch the Snitch?

Who knew that when he stretched out his hand, the Snitch seemed to have bumped into his palm by itself?

Who could copy the way he caught the Snitch?

In the stands, Snape looked at the game coldly. To be honest, from his point of view, there was no suspense in this game. Since Zheng Fan was able to become a wizard assassin, his physical strength was definitely not much worse than his magical strength. With him around, Gryffindor had no chance of winning at all.

The reason why he came to watch the game was just to be safe.

On the field, Gryffindor's ball chaser, Aliya, took the lead. She hugged the Ghost Fly tightly and rushed towards Slytherin's half of the field.

Slytherin's ball chaser, Adrian, whistled. "Captain, leave this girl to me!"

As he spoke, he activated the broom and charged directly towards Aliya!

The latter noticed Derian's charge. She rolled sideways several times in the air, dodging Derian's charge as if drawing a grapevine in the air. Then, she continued to charge forward.

Zheng Fan clicked his tongue. This Adrian was really a noob. He was actually defeated so easily.

"Look!

Aria Spinnett of Gryffindor!

She was as light as a feather, easily bypassing Slytherin's Adrian Pursey!

She's a talent discovered by Oliver Wood. Last year, she was just a substitute! "

Zheng Fan shifted his butt so that he could sit more comfortably on the broom. He wished that there was a bicycle seat on the flying broom. That way, he would have more fun playing Quidditch.

At this moment, he suddenly noticed Potter's broom jolting up and down in the sky not too far away.

Then, it happened again!

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The second chapter.

I've already talked about the updates before. However, there are still some friends who often ask about the updates. Let me explain.

At my normal level, I can update four times a day. However, I have to cross the city to get to work every day. The public transport is packed with people and there are also traffic jams. Every day, I have to stand on the bus with other people for about three hours. When I get home from work, I feel like dying.

Therefore, even if I try my best to write, I can only update three times a day. Occasionally, four times a day.

As for Sunday, I basically catch up on sleep during the day. I'm on a single day off, so I don't have much rest during the week. I'm waiting for Sunday to sleep. When I wake up in the evening, I'll write five chapters with all my might. That's basically it. This is my update.

I hope everyone can forgive me. As long as I have the energy, I'll definitely write more to repay everyone's support!