The Extraordinary Apothecary at Hogwarts

"Beautiful! The Quaffle was snatched by Angelina from Gryffindor as soon as it took off, and she succeeded in taking the lead. What a wonderful girl, and her figure and looks are first-rate—"

"Jordan!"

"I'm sorry, Professor." Jordan shrank his neck, and his words were slightly restrained.

"She nimbly avoided the whistling Quaffle and passed the ball perfectly. Angelina is worthy of being beautiful and talented. She is one of the best Gryffindor female golfers. It's just amazing!"

"Why does he keep praising Angelina? She's not the only female player in Gryffindor." Hermione couldn't help asking.

"It is said that Jordan likes her, but she has never responded." Ron had heard gossip from his brothers.

"Jordan, you'd better pay attention." McGonagall had to remind again.

"Well, now that the Quaffle is in the hands of Alia, she makes a deft sharp turn and throws off Derian Pussey who is trying to fight for it-who would have thought that she was just an unknown substitute last year, and now she can play It’s been a blast on the field.”

More than a dozen figures whizzed past in the sky, and the passing of the ball changed extremely quickly. Only when the distance was relatively close could the battle situation be seen clearly.

The rest of the time basically depends on the explanation. Listening and watching, you can understand what is going on. Even if you use a telescope when you are far away, the figures will pass by, and there is no time to adjust your field of vision to see the whole picture.

Harry was avoiding the fight above the field, which was Wood's plan, so that it would be difficult for the opponent to target him.

If they stayed in the arena below for a long time, the Quaffle would greet Harry one after another. Seekers were the most prone to serious accidents, and neither side would let go of the key points that could determine victory.

"The ball is still firmly in the hands of the Gryffindors, whoops, that must have hurt, the Bludger hit Katie in the back of the head from behind."

Qianqian's heart tightened, and she was hit on the back of the head by that thing... she didn't dare to think about it.

It's a dangerous sport.

Originally, she was a little moved when she saw it, but at this time, she still suppressed the yearning that had just arisen.

In the future, it is enough to practice flying skills, but it is better not to have the idea of ​​participating in the competition.

Although it is impossible for the team to accept her, how to explain if she is injured, there is no saying that she will not be injured when playing Quidditch.

"The Quaffle was intercepted by Slytherin. It was Pussy the Chaser. He was rushing towards the goal post. Will anyone be able to intercept it?"

"A Bludger, he's knocked down by a Bludger! Is that George or Fred? The twins are so hard to tell, and his swing made it all right, Gryffindor's Ace hitter, God forever!"

"Angelina! Angelina regained the Quaffle again, will anyone block her in front of her? The two Gryffindor batsmen are always ready to use the Bludger to clear the way for her again."

"The exciting critical moment came. The goalkeeper Blake dived down quickly. Can he catch it-missed! He is still not fast enough, Gryffindor scored!"

The cheers of the little lions resounded throughout the arena, but the little snakes were full of anger, especially the damn commentary, which made it clear that the whole process was biased towards Gryffindor, and the more they listened, the more angry they became.

Harry was about to do a somersault in the air in celebration when a Bludger suddenly hit him.

Fred caught up, much faster than the Bludger, and with all his might, he slammed the ball toward Flint.

"All right, Harry?"

"fine."

It's time to be more careful, not only looking for fleeting golden flashes on the field, but also ensuring that nothing happens to yourself.

"Slytherin Chaser Pusey lowered his flight just in time to avoid the Bludger, and then dodged Chaser Bell's pursuit-wait, is that the Snitch that flew by his ear?"

As soon as this remark came out, almost everyone on the field stretched their necks, but they didn't see anything.

"He has such good eyes." Ron tried to look around there with a telescope, but he couldn't see the snitch.

Also in the spectator seats, how did he see this small and fast thing? Sissy could only sigh in admiration. On the field, the Quaffle was brightly colored and easy to see.

"Sorry, give me a break."

"Hagrid! You're here too." Ron had just put down his binoculars and was surprised to see Hagrid carefully squeeze in.

If he squeezed hard, the students in the stands might be squeezed out a few.

After some commotion, a place finally vacated for Hagrid to sit in.

Hagrid patted the large binoculars hanging on his chest, "I've been watching in the hut just now, and there's still an atmosphere here."

"Hagrid, you came just in time. The Golden Snitch just appeared."

"Really?" Hagrid stood up anxiously, "Then Harry..."

Harry and Slytherin's Seeker, Higgs, both had their eyes on the golden light at this moment, and they chased after it almost shoulder to shoulder.

The Chasers hovered in the air and watched them one by one. The Snitch was the key. Very few teams could widen the gap by 150 points, and even if the opponent got the Snitch, they couldn't win the game.

The batters on both sides held up their bats and were ready at any time, but they didn't dare to act rashly. At this time, they were too close. If they hit a Bludger, it would probably knock both Seekers off their brooms.

In particular, their pursuit speed is very fast, and it would be too bad to just accidentally injure their own players.

But in the end it was Harry who was faster, the little golden ball seemed within easy reach, and he couldn't help speeding up again.

How could he just win the game like this? Flint glared at the batsman who was afraid to make a move, and calculated the timing to speed up and bump into Harry from the side.

"Foul!!" Of course Gryffindor couldn't sit still, and shouted angrily in protest.

At that speed, Harry suddenly deviated from the direction, and almost hit the viewing platform headfirst, causing a burst of exclamation from around.

"Harry!" Ron's heart rose to his throat, and finally he was out of danger.

"Send him off, serious foul, he's trying to kill Harry!" Dean yelled uncontrollably.

"You can't get someone sent off in Quidditch, the rules have always been that way," Ron tried to remind him, as he was already on the chair.

"Maybe they should revise the rules of the game. It's the rules that make Quidditch fouls repeated." Hagrid was relieved seeing that Harry was fine.

"The cost of fouling is too low. If you do this, you will only get a free throw. 10 points, compared to the 150 points that prevent the opponent from winning, is really insignificant." Sissy also thinks so, there are still many things that can be improved in this rule place.

But existence is reasonable, why hasn't there been much change in the rules for a hundred years, and the wizard who made the rules is not a fool.

This is the only way to incite the strong emotions of the wizards. If it is unfair and unconvinced, they will be more fanatical!

It’s just that after international competitions, some referees will suddenly disappear suddenly. The salary is good, and there are still those who are willing to do it.