The Lonely Dragon of Hogwarts

I don’t know when it started to rain.

Harry could feel the rain beating down on him, soaking through his clothes and taking away his body heat.

This made him feel cold all over.

But the coldest thing was his heart.

Harry was actually not unfamiliar with things like improving points.

But he never thought that this kind of thing would happen to him.

You know, the so-called scoring can only be achieved when the strength of the two teams is very different!

In other words, compared to John, he is just a pure weakling!Compared to the Slytherin team, the Gryffindor team is just a pure weakling!

"Am I... weak?"

Harry murmured to himself, his voice barely audible over the sound of raindrops.

But at the next moment, the voice of Gryffindor Captain Wood rang.

"You are not a weakling! You are our best seeker!" Wood said with a firm voice, "Do you remember what I told you before the game? Either catch the Golden Snitch before Shafiq, or die. On the field!”

"But I..."

"No buts! Harry! We can lose this game, but no matter what, we can't let Slytherin gain points on us! So cheer up and catch the Golden Snitch. As for Shafiq, leave it to us!"

While Wood was talking, Harry noticed that more and more Gryffindor players were moving towards him.

The chasers who were responsible for defending and controlling the ball gave up their line, and the batters who were responsible for harassing also gave up their defense. Figures in red and gold jerseys flew past Harry, smiling at him and nodding. Then he ran straight towards John.

"Come on, Harry!"

Wood rubbed Harry's wet hair vigorously, and then followed.

Looking at the backs of his teammates, Harry felt a soreness in his nose.

Tears mixed with rain rolled down his cheeks.

"That's right! I have to catch...catch the Golden Snitch!"

Harry gritted his teeth and controlled Nimbus 2000 to speed up again.

On the other side, John was surrounded by three Gryffindor Chasers.

There are two batters on the outside who are controlling the Bludgers to attack John.

John turned his head to avoid an incoming Bludger, controlled Nimbus 2001 and began to jump towards Harry's position at high speed.

Wood and the other two chasers stood in front of John.

They tried to use the same method John had used to control Harry to force John to slow down as well.

But that didn't do much.

Their brooms are really bad.

His physical fitness is also far inferior to John's.

John's speed did not slow down at all, and he continued to rush towards the blockade net of Wood and others at an extremely high speed.

Seeing this, Wood gritted his teeth and forced himself to stay where he was.

He was ready to collide with John and die together.

'Either catch the Golden Snitch before Shafiq, or die on the field! '

This sentence was what he used to ask Harry, and he also used it to ask himself!

However, at the critical moment when several people were about to collide, John suddenly made a lightning-shaped maneuver and directly bypassed the blockade of Wood and others.

This scene caused a burst of exclamations in the stands, and also made the scalps of Wood and others numb.

By the time they reacted, John was once again entangled with Harry.

"Go up! Stop him!"

Wood roared and led people to chase him, trying to help Harry to please John.

But at this time, John's speed had already increased.

He broke through the rain curtain and kept weaving through the crowd like a dragon. Sometimes he passed quickly in front of Harry, forcing Harry to slow down, and sometimes he got into the middle of Wood and others, breaking up their team.

The entire Gryffindor team was manipulated by Shafiq.

At the same time, on the other side, after losing five defensive players, Gryffindor's goal was completely exposed to the eyes of the Slytherins.

Just one goalkeeper can't stop the Slytherins!

"boom--"

Another Quaffle was scored into the goal.

"Slytherin is in the lead, 120 to zero!"

Lee Jordan covered his head with his hands and wailed the current score.

The Slytherin stands roared with cheers.

The Slytherins, led by Senior Sister Taylor, kept shouting.

Even the corners of Snape's mouth turned up subtly.

He just likes to watch Gryffindor and Poit being raped.

Especially things like Quidditch, which the Pot family is good at.

The feeling of completely killing you in the field you are best at will be doubled!

The Gryffindors on the other side felt like they were mourning their heirs. Many of them couldn't bear to watch any more and started to leave.

After all, the situation is now very clear.

Although this game is still going on, it has no meaning to continue.

In the next few hours, everyone in Gryffindor was walked by John, while the Slytherin team's score continued to rise.

By the time it got dark, the score ratio between Slytherin and Gryffindor had reached an astonishing 870 to zero.

In the stands, except for Slytherin, everyone from the other three major colleges was gone.

Only Michelle, Hermione and Ron were still holding on.

The situation of the players is not optimistic either.

Needless to say about the Gryffindor team.

At this time, they were completely desperate and suffered heavy physical and mental injuries. They just continued to chase John with their obsession.

The Slytherin players were almost exhausted from the long hours of high-intensity competition.

Looking at everyone's tired looks, John knew it was almost over.

He suddenly increased his speed and quickly rushed out of the crowd. Then with a slight hook of his palm, he caught the golden snitch in his hand.

"Finally...it's finally over..."

Lee Jordan said hoarsely, "Slytherin won, and the final score was one thousand and twenty to zero...Okay, I know, Gryffindor was shaved. But please cheer up, you must Cheer up!"

Speaking of the latter part, Lee Jordan was already crying.

His encouragement had no effect.

As soon as the game ended, everyone in Gryffindor fell to the ground, staring blankly at the sky.

Tears flowed from Wood's red eyes.

The Slytherin team was in a similar situation.

But unlike the Gryffindor team, they were overwhelmed by the crowd pouring down from the stands as soon as they landed.

A large number of Slytherins surrounded them, delivering water and towels.

Finally, someone didn't know who started, and the whole audience started cheering John's name.

Among them, Senior Sister Taylor shouted the loudest.

She even burst into tears.

Before the game started, neither she nor the entire Slytherin team expected that John could lead the Slytherin team to such an extent!

Now, Slytherin, who scored more than 1000 points in a single game, is almost guaranteed to win the Quidditch Cup!

And with the extra points for the Quidditch Cup, the Academy Cup can also be said to be secure!

"John! You are the strongest!"

Amid the shouts of Senior Taylor, John and others were escorted off the field.

Looking at this scene, Harry closed his eyes in pain.

Looking back on this morning, they were clearly still laughing and joking about Slytherin's temporary change of captain, thinking that they were sure of victory.

But now, they can only lie in the mud, lamenting their failure.

In a hazy state of consciousness, he seemed to be lifted up and thrust into a warm and familiar place with a jolt.

Many people were talking around him.

They seemed to be arguing and crying.

In the end, everything was calm.

Harry slowly opened his eyes.

What appeared in front of him was his familiar dormitory.

Ron was snoring on the four-poster bed next to him, and the other roommates were also fast asleep.

At this moment, the horizon has just turned white, which is a good time to sleep.

But Harry had no interest in sleeping at all.

His heart was shrouded in pain.

"Ugh--"

He let out a long sigh and stood up to sit up.

As he sat down, he happened to see the diary with a black cover on the desk not far away.

It was a gift from Ginny not long ago.