I swung my greatsword at Hogwarts

Lucky day?

Do not!

This is the worst day ever.

When the oppressive appearance that overwhelmed the audience, it made Gryffindor's hands and feet cold.

A man slowly walked out of the locker room passage, his body seemed to be torn out in the shadows.

Black hair, brown eyes.

That indifferent expression has never only appeared on the high platform.

The shadow left reluctantly, wearing the green team uniform on his body, like a royal robe enthroned.

The Firebolt broom in your hand is the supreme scepter.

Even just showing up can make the morale of all Slytherins peak.

The focus of the audience was on one person, and even Harry Potter couldn't snatch it.

John Wick.

"No! How could it be him!" Ron, who said he was lucky just now, couldn't hold back.

Yes, how could it be him.

O King who sits high on the throne, why did you step down into the mire and join your subjects?

John said that if Malfoy hadn't been nearly broken by Daphne's fuchsia, he wouldn't have played by himself.

It can only be said that Daphne finally realized that Malfoy couldn't bear the curse either.

So I can only temporarily play the role of a ball seeker.

The only ones who allowed Slytherin to fly Firebolts were John and Malfoy.

As for tactics?

The trident tactical flat push is fine.

As long as John is on the field, it is enough to increase the morale of Slytherin's players by +100 and deter the enemy by +10000.

Seek the psychological shadow of Gryffindor at this moment.

John walked up to Ms Hooch, looking across at Harry.

Behind him is the green and silver sea of ​​people, the emerald snake is still spitting out its letter.

The pressure was on Harry's side.

He watched there, and after saying cheers to the team members, he came over.

Ms. Huo Qi said: "The captains of both sides shook hands."

John chuckled and said, "I didn't expect to meet in such a situation."

He held out his hand, but instead of holding it, Harry's palm was slightly moist.

Harry quickly lifted his spirits, and comforted himself: "It's okay, this is Quidditch."

Yes.

Quidditch.

He is the captain of Gryffindor.

Quidditch is not something you can just find someone to play.

Saying so, he regained his confidence.

Even Malfoy hadn't beaten himself, let alone John had never played Quidditch.

"Get on the broom and listen to my whistle," Ms. Hooch began counting down. "Three...two...one..."

Harry concentrated, and the whistle blew, and the two teams kicked vigorously at the same time and rose into the air.

John stepped into the air first, and the uncontrollable speed of the Firebolt seemed to become as docile as a sheep in his hands.

He glanced over and saw that the Slytherins had won the ball first.

On the podium was Ernie McMillan.

The famous Hufflepuff broke his mouth and kicked Zacharias Smith away when he heard that John was coming to the game.

"They set off. No one expected that the captain of Slytherin would be replaced temporarily, let alone that John would appear in this field."

Ernie was still talking, and suddenly said excitedly: "Slytherin's Urquhart got the ball first, be careful, it's a Bludger!"

A Bludger was hit by Goyle with a stick and flew over Ron's head.

Two tall men rode on broomsticks, grinning at Ron.

Urquhart is a chaser with excellent flying skills, and the trident tactic is launched at this moment.

Ginny spun around on her broomstick and Urquhart grinned and passed the ball to Astoria.

"Stop her!" McLaggen yelled at Ron, just like the captain.

"Shut up!" Ron replied angrily, manipulating the broom to snatch Astoria's ball.

Astoria pressed the broom and increased the speed, keeping Ron's hand within a hair's breadth.

"Go in, goal in! Slytherin took the lead first, Astoria Greengrass broke through the gate of Gryffindor!"

Harry was looking for the Golden Snitch, but he hurriedly looked after hearing this.

I saw McLaggen accusing Ron loudly of not holding him back.

He prayed that Ron would not be angry, and hurried on with the search for the Snitch.

But the situation is very pessimistic.

Although Ginny was an excellent Chaser and saved Gryffindor a little bit, Trident had tried and tested.

Urquhart passed the ball to the No.3 Chaser Vasai, who was chased by Demirza, who sped up a position and threw the ball in from McLaggen's crotch.

"Another goal, the score is 120:50!" Ernie yelled excitedly, causing Professor McGonagall to poke his creak in dissatisfaction.

The familiar song sounded in the Slytherin auditorium.

"We were born in the mire,

we long for power,

We are full of ambition,

We are strong and calm,

We hold ourselves gracefully,

We never regret,

We are Slytherins. "

Harry's pressure doubled, and he knew that only he could turn the tide of the battle.

Hitter Perks hit a Bludger to Astoria who was holding the ball. Astoria hurriedly dodged it, and his windshield was scratched.

Astoria missed the ball and was snatched by Ginny.

She hastened to catch up.

"Now it's Ginny Weasley holding the ball, oh, this beautiful girl, not only Ginny, but Astoria Greengrass is also a beauty..."

"Even the chase is so pleasing to the eye, what? Draco Malfoy said he wanted to kill me?" Ernie was explaining passionately, and received death threats from Malfoy directly.

Ginny threw a goal, which made Astoria very unhappy.

Seeing this, Goyle and Crabbe grinned grimly.

"Give her a Bludger!"

"it is good!"

Crabbe knocked Gout, the Gryffindor batsman, who was about to hit the ball, and swung the bat in his hand hard.

The Bludger flew towards Demirza's nose, nearly dropping his broomstick.

Goyle over there also swung, and the Bludger passed through Ginny's hair and hit Ron's arm.

Ernie: "Hiss, that definitely hurt, Ron's shaking like he's dying."

Ron may have broken his arm, and he was sweating and gritting his teeth.

John saw that the race below was getting more and more anxious, and his flight, which was originally a slow walk, began to speed up slowly.

Participating in a Quidditch match for the first time gave him some interest in playing.

"Try that." John's eyes flashed.

He speeded up sharply, turning into a green arrow and rushing out.

This scene was discovered by Ernie, and he shouted excitedly: "John moved, did he find the golden snitch?"

Harry was startled when he heard this, and followed John to chase him out without caring too much.

Under the clear blue sky, two figures, one green and one red, galloped fast.

The figures of the two people continued to grow taller.

Out of the corner of his eye, John caught Harry catching up, a deft smile on his lips.

He is accustomed to the flying speed of the meteor shoes, and he can easily grasp the speed of the Firebolt.

When Harry gradually doubted the authenticity of John's discovery of the Snitch, he saw John use an extremely exaggerated bending motion to make the Firebolt draw an arc and turn around.

"Tricked!" Harry immediately understood that he had been cheated.

He was about to turn, but because he was flying too high, a gust of wind blew him almost out of control.

After finally stabilizing, John pulled a large distance away.

John fell vertically, and his speed never slowed down.

"John is out of control? No, no! It's the Snitch!" Ernie's excited voice sounded in the stadium.

Using his amazing dynamic vision, Harry caught the flash of gold below.

Near the Gryffindor goal.

He hastened to catch up.

The pulled away position made him miss a good opportunity, and he could only catch up with speed.

All eyes were on the two, and John's vertical angle was shocking.

Like a falling arrow, the wind was cut on both sides.

John closed his right eye and turned into a gust of wind passing by the Gryffindor goal.

The uproar gradually quieted down. Before John touched the ground, he stretched out his hand. The Golden Snitch slid across his hand and was about to flee.

His hand turned into a poisonous snake, biting the golden snitch with precision.

When the Firebolt was about to touch the ground, he adjusted and jumped slightly.

At the moment of landing, he kicked the Firebolt out of a [-]-degree angle, turning it into a level flight, and he landed on it steadily again.

He completed the almost bizarre operation smoothly, and opened his hand to grab the snitch with ease.

The Snitch took off in the palm of his hand and was caught again.

Time seemed to be frozen, and everyone was shocked by John's operation just now.

John stood on the Firebolt, opened his hands against the wind, and said with a light smile, "Now, you can cheer."

The tension that held his breath was released at this moment.

Even the audience stands were trembling, showing their excitement.

In the Slytherin stands, the song of the glory of becoming a Slytherin sounded at some point.

The green fireworks exploded, and everyone cheered.

Ernie came back to his senses and yelled in a shocked and unbelievable tone: "John caught the Snitch and killed the game. I can't believe it. From that angle, he was unscathed—!"

"No embarrassment, no mud spots, he is elegant and self-sufficient, and always maintains a kingly demeanor! John Wick——!"

The speed of the Firebolt slowed down, and John stepped on the Firebolt and spread his hands in mid-air, with a sea of ​​green and silver people behind him.

Green fireworks and ribbons flew, Luna's scarf screamed, and a loud noise shook the stands.

"Glory to Slytherin—!"

Harry stopped flying, and the Gryffindor team members landed slowly.

They look up on the ground to the man in the air, as subjects look up to a king.

The score is fixed.

310:120

Yeah, glory to the Slytherins.

John Wick told everyone with his actions.

I am glory.

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