HP: After binding to the strongest wizard development system

The minute hand crosses "12" and points to "1", and even the hour hand is offset from "3".

Till sat astride the flying broom with some breathlessness. The performance of this Nimbus 1999 was so good that Till didn't have to worry about her own safety on it. However, too much time had passed. Not only did she start to have some difficulty, Several of his team members almost couldn't fly.

Physical fitness is the condition that supports everything.

Till put away his pocket watch and went to see the Gryffindor team on the opposite side. The Gryffindors who were also flying high in the sky were also in poor condition, but Charlie was obviously not included.

Of course, Charlie's physical strength has also declined, but compared to everyone else, he is still able to sprint with all his strength, and he really stands out among the red and blue.

The rigorous training in the American training class really helped a lot.

Till sniffed, casually wiping the sweat that slid down her chin with the back of her hand, then gritted her teeth and rushed towards the Golden Snitch who just passed behind her - she caught a glimpse of it from the corner of her eye.

Her physical ability is indeed not as good as Charlie's, but don't forget, Quidditch is never an individual battle.

Currently, Ravenclaw leads Gryffindor with a slim 30-point advantage. This is the score gained when Charlie was surrounded by the circle just now, and it is also the key to Ravenclaw's victory in this game.

Charlie can score at any time in good condition. If Till wants to determine the victory, he must catch the Golden Snitch before Charlie scores four goals in a row and end the game directly.

And the Gryffindor Seeker...

While Thiel chased the Golden Snitch, he looked back at the Gryffindor Seeker who was struggling to follow him, with a smile on his face.

She was tired, but not quite yet.

Don't even think about catching the Golden Snitch before her!

The speed of the Golden Snitch has not slowed down at all compared to the morning, but Till's speed has slowed down. Logically speaking, it would be much more difficult to catch it. But don’t forget that Thiel couldn’t catch it in the morning because there were too many players flying around in the morning. In order not to hit everyone, Thiel had to take the initiative to avoid it.

Now that everyone is tired, neither the flying height nor the speed can hinder Till. As long as Till works hard to catch up and speed up, the Golden Snitch is already in her bag.

The sun was setting, and the sunlight was shining slantly. Several times when Tier chased the Golden Snitch, she would be forced to squint by the sunlight shining into her eyes, but she knew that even a brief blink of an eye might lead to losing the trace of the Golden Snitch. , after closing your eyes, it is like letting your pursuit just go to waste.

Can't close your eyes, can't stop!

The Golden Snitch didn't want to be caught. When he noticed that Tier was getting closer and closer to him, he swayed, turned sharply, and flew towards the stands.

Normally at this time, the Seeker would turn the broom head around to prevent himself from losing control and hitting the stands when turning the direction. That was not an injury that could be overcome with pain. The most serious injury recorded was that the Seeker had to live in St. Mungo's for half a year before being discharged from the hospital, and he was never able to return to Quidditch.

But Till narrowed his eyes, put his hands back on the broom, held his breath and rushed forward, even accelerating.

The Golden Snitch flew towards the professor's stand. Seeing Till and the Golden Snitch flying towards this direction at high speed, many professors exclaimed.

"Merlin!" Just one stand away from the professor's stand, Mgina and the three of them covered their mouths, some afraid to see what would happen next, but they didn't want anything to happen to Till, so they could only stare. Eyes, worried and secretly encouraging, looking at the silver charge.

Teal, please don't let anything happen to you.

I don’t know how many people believe this at this moment.

After Till held his breath, all the magic power in his body was mobilized to push himself and the broom forward. At this time, it was not just the charge of the broom, but also the improvement of Till's own magic power.

She could hear the sound of wind pouring into her ears, and the contents of the thin exclamations could no longer be heard clearly. The only thing in front of her eyes was the golden snitch.

As a professor, Snape should have been flying around the stadium to maintain discipline, but seeing Till's desperate behavior at this time, he flew around the professor's stand at a speed that he did not expect, almost blocking the Golden Snitch and Till. In the air as I moved forward: "Tilchach Emery! Stop immediately! You don't want your life!"

Till looked up blankly. She was only a slap away from the Golden Snitch. She couldn't hear what Snape said at all. She only knew that as soon as she raised her hand and stood up from the flying broom, victory would be hers. They are Ravenclaws.

"Don't worry about me, Professor." Teal opened her mouth. She didn't know whether her voice was loud or soft, so that Snape could hear it. After she finished speaking, she swooped forward, and together with the Golden Snitch, they stopped. In front of Snape.

Just now, the distance between Till and the Golden Snitch was less than a slap in the face. Now, it is Till and Snape's turn to be closer.

"Beep--" Even though Snape was so angry, he didn't forget to blow the whistle to determine the winner. The chasers who were still fighting for the Quaffle over there stopped.

As at the start of the game, Snape's whistle prompted a brief pause. But just a few seconds later, cheers resounded throughout the stadium. This was a celebration of Ravenclaw's victory and an appreciation for the players of both teams.

However, Tier felt weak in front of his eyes during the whistle. When the broom shook, he was about to fall down together with the broom. Snape's pupils shrank, and he grabbed Till's arm very quickly. The whereabouts of the whistle and Till's broom were beyond his current concern.

Till was unconscious, and she could feel as if she was being taken to another broom, but her last bit of willpower was put on catching the Golden Snitch.

Even a second before he was about to fall, Till remembered to hold the Golden Snitch firmly.

"What a conscientious Seeker, haha." Snape looked at the girl who fainted in his arms, and was so angry that he wanted to throw her away, but when the sounds of concern for Till came from around him, he felt Feeling bored in his mind, he took Till away on his broomstick.

The direction is naturally towards the school hospital.

"Severus has always been a good professor who cares about his students." Professor Dumbledore saw the commotion at the scene because of Till's coma and being taken away. He glanced at Professor McGonagall and stood up to leave. Campus hospital, "I'm going to check on Till. She's exhausted from the Golden Snitch today."

"Well, tell her to have a good rest, and I'll take care of the rest." Professor McGonagall took the microphone from the stands, and the commentator was so excited that she ran with Ravenclaw - the commentator of this game. Is a Ravenclaw.

Putting aside how Professor McGonagall kept the scene in order, Mgina and the others squeezed out of the crowd and unanimously decided to go to the school hospital to see Till first. Charlie also joined the team as quickly as possible.

Mgina glanced at the sweaty Charlie and handed her handkerchief with a frown: "Is it okay for you to come out now?"