HP Magic Biography

Slytherin scored! Lee's voice sounded amid the cheers and boos from the audience in the stands. Ten to zero, Slytherin is leading. Ron's reaction is not bad, but it seems that he is out of luck.

Oh no... Colin wailed loudly from the side. Obviously, in Colin's view, this was not a good shot, but Ron still didn't make it.

The Slytherins sang louder: Weasley was born in a dustbin, and he always puts the ball in the goal.

The singing voice was already deafening, drowning out all the voices on the field, no matter how much Li tried to save it, it would have no effect. Even with amplified sound, Li De's voice seemed too thin in front of all the Slytherins.

In fact, Gryffindor also wanted to cheer up the morale of his team, but from the beginning of the Quidditch match, everyone cheered or booed, there was no unified slogan at all, and now Organization is too late!

Weasley made us win this, Weasley is our king!

The singing gradually resounded throughout the audience, and many people in Hufflepuff and Ravenclaw unconsciously began to sing along. It must be admitted that this song is too magical, especially the sentence: Weasley is our king, this is simply the Hogwarts version of the brainwashing Divine Comedy.

And the Slytherins on the field were getting more and more courageous. In fact, they gave up the Bludger completely and went to snatch the Quaffle wholeheartedly, desperate to grab the ball.

Angelina screamed loudly in the audience. Fan Lin saw that it was different from the training match. Angelina waved her arms to let the players defend, but this was out of control. In the eyes of outsiders, it was a rush The layout of the game is really full of loopholes, and this just fell into the hands of Slytherin, and was brought into rhythm by the Slytherin.

Rhythm is crucial to a game. Once you fall into the opponent's rhythm and keep snowballing, this is a very scary thing.

Fred's and George's Bludgers hit Nelson hard, but that's when Slytherin's physical strength showed itself,

Nelson's body just swayed, and the impact and pain didn't make him let go of the Quaffle.

Just like before, Nelson headed straight for the Gryffindor goal, the same position, the same action, and even the surrender of the ball was exactly the same.

But Ron was obviously distracted. Comet No. 7 was teetering there, as if it would fall to the ground in the next second. Ron dodged backwards unconsciously.

Immediately there were groans of pain from the Gryffindor side, screams and applause from the Slytherins.

Slytherin is scoring a goal and the score is 20-0. I hope the Gryffindor players can adjust quickly.

Jordan's voice was somewhat reluctant. As a Quidditch commentator, Jordan naturally understood what happened to Ron. If he was lucky, he could not be saved.

Then Warrington, the Slytherin captain, got the Quaffle, then Goyle, and then...

Thirty to zero! Forty to zero!

Their current tactics are terribly simple, giving up field control and mobility, and everyone swarms in front of their own goal, and when they grab the ball, they all rush forward.

The simplest wolves tactic, and they only have one target, the Quaffle!

Then fly over to Ron, throw the ball, and score!

It's over! Hermione said bitterly, and Ron seemed to have given up resistance, or was completely dumbfounded.

Now as long as someone from Slytherin comes over with a Quaffle, they can easily score.

The worst thing is the goal scored by Goyle, which is unimaginable. Before the game, Angelina and Harry mocked Goyle and Carat as two idiots who couldn't tell the difference between the front and back of the broom. You know, Ron's psychological defense has been completely...

Is there any way? Hermione asked unwillingly.

Unless there is a substitution, but the Gryffindor team obviously doesn't have any extra backup goalkeepers, but I think it would be better to replace Ginny, but now Slytherin's tactics... Fan Lin said worriedly, Now we can only Can rely on Angelina and Harry, control the score, then let Harry get the Snitch and end the game with 150 points...

In fact, that's exactly what Harry thought, he didn't dare to count on Ron anymore,

But inevitably, there was now an element of panic in Harry's motivation to find the Snitch, and he just wanted to find it quickly and end the game.

Weasley was born in the trash can, he always put the ball in the goal, Weasley made me win this game, Weasley is our king! The Slytherins sang loudly, this is probably The best form of attack.

Harry bent down and walked around the field at the fastest speed, he didn't dare to look at Ron at all, he could only hear the cheers of the Slytherins below.

—and now it's Nelson's turn again, Lee said below, and he passed to Johnny, Johnny dodged Isabella, and here comes Arya, you can handle him, oh —actually you can’t—but Fred Weasley hit a nice Bludger once again, I mean, George Weasley, oh, what the hell, it’s always one of them anyway One of them, now Nelson drops the Quaffle and Goyle - oh - lets go too - now it's Warrington with the Quaffle, and Slytherin captain Warrington with the Quaffle, He's gone high, now, Gryffindors, stop him!

Harry scrambled behind the Slytherin goal at one end of the stadium, hoping he didn't see what happened to Ron.

As he skimmed past the Slytherin keeper he heard the audience below Hammill singing along: Weasley can't save a ball...

—Warrington dodged Angelina again, and he flew straight for the goal, stop him, Ron!

Harry didn't need to see what was happening: there was a mournful sigh from the Gryffindor end, accompanied by fresh screams and cheers from the Slytherin end.

Looking down, Harry saw Pansy with the face of a pug dog directly in front of the stands, his back to the pitch, and the Slytherin cheerleaders singing energetically, That's why Slytherins say Weasley is our king!

But 20 points is nothing, Gryffindor still has time to catch up, or catch the snitch. A few goals and they will win as usual.

Harry said to himself, reassuring himself, as he weaved up and down among the rest of the team in pursuit of a point of light ahead that turned out to be Warrington's watch strap.

But Ron put in two more goals. Harry was already in a bit of a hurry to find the Snitch. If only he could just find it and end the game quickly.

—Angelina of Gryffindor dodged Goyle, dodged Warrington, and turned around, Angelina, now she threw it to Isabella, and Isabella caught the ghost Fly ball, she passed Nelson, she headed for the goal, now come on, Isabella - Gryffindor scored!! Now Slytherin is sixty to ten, sixty to ten, now carat Take the Quaffle.

Harry could hear the roar of Luna's funny lion hat amidst the cheers of the Gryffindors, which cheered him up. It's only fifty minutes away, and that's nothing, and they'll get it back easily.

Harry dodged a Bludger smacked hard in his direction by Klar, and continued to run frantically across the field looking for the Snitch, watching Malfoy for any sign that he had spotted the Snitch, but Malfoy was like him. , just kept circling high in the arena, searching in vain for...

Warrington throws it back to Goyle - Arya gets in, Arya gets the Quaffle, Arya gives Bill, looks promising - I mean bad - Bill gets caught The Bludger from Laitlin's Carat hits and now Nelson has the ball.

Weasley was born in a dustbin, he keeps letting the Quaffle slip in, and Weasley will make sure we win.

But Harry found it at last: the tiny, wing-flapping Snitch was hovering just a few feet above the ground across the Slytherin field.

He swooped down...for a few seconds at most, Malfoy scuttled past Harry's left and saw a green and silver shadow crouching on his broom...the Snitch circled a few times around the foot of a goal Circle and quickly slip to the other side of the stands. Its direction changed in Malfoy's favor, he got closer, Harry adjusted his broom, and now he was shoulder to shoulder with Malfoy...

A few feet above the ground, Harry extended his right hand from the broom and grabbed the Snitch...

To his right, Malfoy also extended his arm, reaching for...

After two seconds of breathless, desperate, windswept crooked effort, it was all over - Harry's fingers caught the tiny, struggling ball - Malfoy's Fingernails clawed desperately at the back of Harry's hand - Harry raised his broom and caught the struggling ball in his hand, and the Gryffindor crowd cheered... They were saved, Ron It doesn't matter if you miss those balls, now that Gryffindor has won, no one will remember - Bang!

A Bludger hit Harry hard on the back and he fell off the broom. Fortunately, he flew so low to catch the Snitch just now, he was only five or six feet off the ground, but Dang still collapsed on the cold field, panting.

He heard Mrs Hodge's shrill whistle, the commotion in the stands, with hisses, angry shouts and jeers, a bang, and Warrington's frantic shouts.

Are you okay? Angelina asked nervously.

Of course, said Harry coldly, taking her hand and letting her lift her up. Mrs. Hodge was running towards one of the Slytherins above him, though he couldn't make out who it was in the chase.

It was the thug, said Angelina angrily, and bang the Bludger at you when he saw you had caught the Snitch—but we won, Khalili, we won!

Harry was still holding the Snitch tightly in his hand, when he heard someone snort behind him, and when he looked back, Draco Malfoy was already beside him. His pale face was full of anger, and he still didn't let go of laughing at him.

Saved Weasley's life, didn't you? Malfoy said to Harry. I've never seen a worse keeper...but since he was born in the rubbish...do you like my lyrics, Harry?

Harry didn't answer. In fact, if he hadn't caught the Snitch, Harry wouldn't mind punching Malfoy in the face, but Harry obviously didn't want to jeopardize his victory.

Harry turned to look at the rest of the team, who were all back on the ground one by one now, cheering and pumping their fists in triumph, except for Ron, who had dismounted his broom by the goal post and was about to slow down by himself. Swallow back to the locker room.

We're going to write another one! exclaimed Malfoy as Angelina and Isabella hugged Harry, but we can't find a word that rhymes with fat, ugly - we want to sing about his mother, look-

He's jealous, Isabella said, giving Malfoy a disgusted look.

We couldn't find a word that rhymes with useless loser either—for his dad, you know— Fred and George understood what Malfoy was saying. Halfway through shaking hands with Harry, they froze and turned to look at Malfoy.

Let him go! said Alicia quickly, taking Fred's arm.

Let him go, Fred, let him yell, he just sucks at losing, this jumping little--

—but you like the Weasleys, don't you, Potter? Malfoy said sarcastically. Holidays at their place, and something else, isn't it? Can't imagine how you put up with the smell, but I guess since you were raised by Muggles, even if the Weasleys' kennel smelled Not bad--

Harry holds George back, while Angelina, Alicia and Isabella work together to stop Fred from jumping on top of Malfoy, who laughs exaggeratedly.

Harry looked around for Mrs. Hodge, but she was still berating Warrington for his despicable foul play.

Or maybe, said Malfoy, walking away, you remember the smell of your mother's house, and the Weasleys' pigsty reminded you of…

Harry was completely unaware that he had let go of George himself, all he knew was that for a split second they were both running towards Malfoy.

He completely forgot that all the teachers were watching and just wanted to beat Malfoy as hard as he could.

Before he could draw out his wand, he could only retract the fist that was clenching the Snitch and hit Malfoy's disgusting face as hard as he could...

Harry! Harry! George! No! Harry could hear the girls screaming, Malfoy yelling, George cursing, a whistle, and the roar of the crowd around him, but he didn't care.

He didn't give up on Malfoy until someone next to him yelled, There are obstacles! and he was knocked down by a spell from behind.

What do you think you're doing? Mrs. Hodge screamed as Harry stood up. Apparently she cast an impediment spell. She held a whistle in one hand and a wand in the other.

Her broom was thrown a few feet away.

Malfoy was rolling on the ground whimpering and moaning, his nose was bleeding, George bit his lip swollen, Fred was being forcibly held by three pursuers, and Warrington was giggling.

I've never seen such behavior—go back to the castle, you two, and go directly to your own dean's office! Go! Now.

Sorry Mrs. Hodge... Fan Lin, who rushed over afterward, said panting, it was too inconvenient to have no way to apparate, he rushed here from the moment Harry landed, but Fan Lin obviously underestimated Malfoy's ability to kill.

Confused that he couldn't see Gryffindors all around him? Your teammates are all in the sky?

I'll take Harry and George to the Headmaster, and the matter will be dealt with, I promise.

Then take them there first, as the president of the Boys' Student Union, people from your own academy... Mrs. Hodge was obviously furious, and Fan Lin could only pull Harry behind him with an apologetic expression.

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