[Comprehensive British and American] Einstein's male god

Chapter 110 Results

In this game between Gryffindor and Slytherin, while both sides were constantly adding points, they were also more or less deducted points. The reason was that both teams were committing fouls. What's worse is that even the commentators are biased against Gryffindor. This overturned performance has continuously provoked scolding from the supporters of the Snake Academy. In an instant, not only the players in the competition, but also the audience quarreled, and the scene was very chaotic.

"Li Qiaodan, if you can't make a fair comment, get out of here immediately!" An angry roar suddenly came from the crowd.

"Merlin, this is really the most chaotic game I've ever seen." Justin reached out to support his aching head.

The game time passed little by little, and it had been going on for more than an hour, and the scores of the two sides were still tied. Unless one side caught the Golden Snitch first, otherwise the game might not see an end.

Flint scored, and the Slytherin supporters burst into cheers.

"This is the dirtiest ball game, deliberately avoiding the referee's sight, and constantly fouling, it's really boring to watch..."

Winnie listened silently to the discussion behind her, and her gaze stayed on Harry and Draco who were running after the Golden Snitch. They were flying side by side at the same speed, and neither of them gave any ground.

"Both Potter and Malfoy saw the Snitch. It seems that the game is coming to an end. Who will lead their team to victory?" Lee Jordan jumped onto the table excitedly and said excitedly.

"Potter, do you want to have an upright match?" Draco stared at the Golden Snitch closely, with a cheerful tone.

Harry pursed his lips tightly, his face serious, "What are you thinking?"

"Compare our flying skills, one-on-one, and see who can catch the Snitch first." Draco raised the corner of his mouth, thinking of the victory kiss in the morning, his whole body boiled, he had never tried to think like this win.

The two followed the snitch into a sharp turn, and Draco had a better angle than Harry, so that he was a little faster than Harry. He stretched out his hand and was about to touch the snitch.

"I won this time, Potter!" Draco smiled triumphantly.

Harry stretched out his hand anxiously, and when he was about to say something, an excited voice suddenly came from his ear: "Harry, get down!"

Harry didn't have time to think about what was happening, his body moved, he lowered himself, and at the same time a gust of wind brushed overhead.

"Draco!" growled Flint as he saw the Quaffle flying towards Draco.

Draco saw it too, but it was too late, he couldn't avoid it, the Quaffle hit his right arm head-on, and there was a sharp pain in an instant, and he spun a few times in the air with the broom, almost Flying out of the field, he stabilized his body with all his strength, avoiding the crisis of falling from the sky.

Damn!

Draco cursed fiercely!

He immediately returned to defense, and when he was about to catch up, there was a burst of enthusiastic cheers in the venue—Harry Potter had won the Golden Snitch!

"Won!"

"Victory belongs to Gryffindor!"

"Harry Potter got it!"

"Evil is defeated by justice!"

Draco stared blankly at Harry Potter holding the Snitch, his mind went blank, completely confused about the situation in front of him, he should be the one who got the Snitch, why did he become Potter?

When did Potter get it?

This is a lie...

"Draco, are you okay?" Flint flew to Draco's side and asked worriedly, and then other teammates also flew over, surrounded him, asking about his injury.

"we lose."

"Once again lost to Gryffindor."

"Damn it, it was almost close, the victory is ours!"

Draco lowered his head, gritted his teeth hard, a bloody smell began to spread in his mouth, he suppressed the anger and shame in his heart, his left hand holding Rocket Dome turned white hard, his right hand was in pain, pain To trembling slightly.

"It's not fair, that Bell must have done it on purpose!"

"Unless the Quaffle is in the end zone, you can't attack the goalie!"

"But the Quaffle was indeed in the scoring zone. It was just an accident. It happened that the Golden Snitch flew in. Bell didn't expect to hit Malfoy."

"But the direction he shot was not the position of the mast, he deviated a lot!"

Winnie pursed her lips hard, looking at the surrounded figure in mid-air with only a touch of amber gold exposed, an uncontrollable anger suddenly came from her heart.

"We've won!" Jacob waved his hands excitedly, turned his head, and was about to celebrate with Justin and Betty, but found that they didn't speak, and their expressions were very serious.

"What's the matter with you?" Jacob didn't hear the words coming from behind just now, and he didn't pay special attention to Bell's movements. He only saw the picture of Harry holding the golden snitch.

"Good job Harry!"

"You really are our lucky star!"

Harry scratched the back of his head in embarrassment, but his face showed the joy and excitement of victory.

"What's the matter Bell, what's the matter with your expression?" Wood asked suspiciously.

"Ah...no, I'm just too happy, haha." Bell pulled out a smile with difficulty.

Dumbledore stood up from his chair, cast the Megaphone Charm, stroked his white beard, and said with a smile: "I declare that this victory will be won by Gryffin..."

"Wait." Snape squinted his eyes, let out a low, cello-like voice, and also used the Amplifying Charm, "I think the Slytherin should win this match."

The people present were suddenly silent, and some were even dumbfounded.

"Why do you say that, Professor Snape?" Professor Sprout asked suspiciously.

"This is intended to hurt people. I believe that those of you who are present are not blind." Snape sneered.

"Snape, what you said seems a little too much." Professor Flitwick said slightly dissatisfied.

"I believe Bell was unintentional, it was just an accident." Dumbledore narrowed his eyes and smiled.

Snape snorted coldly, this damn eccentric sweet tooth, he taunted: "Dumbledore, I assume the headmaster should be fair and just."

"Of course." Dumbledore stroked his beard and smiled amiably, "Let us decide the result by voting, what do you agree?"

Snape's eyes darkened, the minority obeys the majority?He doesn't think it makes any sense. Normal people know that the Snake Court has always been the object of being excluded. He doesn't believe that anyone will be fair and just. Since the balance in his heart is biased towards one side, he will naturally selectively believe what he believes. thing.

"I agree," said Lupine, holding up his hand.

"I agree too," Flitwick said.

"In this case, we will vote. Before that, I think we can call Mrs. Bell and Mrs. Hooch over to ensure the truth." Dumbledore looked at Snape and said slowly.

Bell nervously followed Mrs. Hooch, looking at all the professors in front of him, his palms were sweaty, and his heart seemed to be jumping out.

"Bell, we had a little dispute about your shot just now, can you tell us your thoughts?" Professor Sprout asked the Gryffindor fourth-year boy in front of him.

"I don't understand, Professor." Bell pursed his lips.

"Speaking directly, did you do it on purpose just now?" Professor Sprout was not like Dumbledore, she spoke bluntly.

Bell shook his head vigorously, "I didn't mean it. When I saw the Quaffle was about to shoot at Harry, I immediately yelled out to stop him."

"Of course, Potter is on your team, so you just remind him." Snape sneered.

"It's not like that, I really didn't mean to!"

"Snape, I don't think Bell did it on purpose. It was an accident. They have been training for a while now, very attentively, and will not make any fouls or attack anyone." Dumbledore looked serious Looking at Snape intently, the words were clearly defending the Lion House.

"No one ever said they didn't practice with their heart, and Slytherin is the same. Their heart is as good as anyone's. As for fouling and attacking people, I think you just saw that the captain of Gryffindor deliberately knocked Slater away. Forest gatekeeper, this is the truth." Snape had a gloomy face, and there was no concealment of the anger and coldness in his tone.

"It's because they fought first, so we fought back!" Bell said excitedly.

"Calm down, Bell." Professor McGonagall, who had been silent all this time, finally spoke at this moment. She pressed Bell's shoulder to calm him down.

"Snape, I understand your love for your college, but you can't be biased because of this." Professor Sprout sighed inaudibly.

"That's what you should have said to Dumbledore," Snape said with a snort.

"That's enough Snape!" Lupine growled angrily, "Dumbledore has already said that the decision is made by voting, and everyone has eyes to tell the truth."

"Yes, Lupine is right." Professor Flitwick nodded, "In my opinion, I think Gryffindor deserves to be the winning side."

"Me too." Professor Sprout raised his hands in support.

"I vote for Gryffindor." The professor of divination - Firenze also raised his hand.

"Me too, Gryffindor."

Listening to everyone saying that Gryffindor should win the match, Snape's expression became colder and his breath became more and more terrifying.

"Professor McGonagall?" Lupine asked the silent McGonagall.

"I'm neutral." Professor McGonagall pursed her lips and said slowly.

Dumbledore looked at Snape: "Except for McGonagall's vote, everyone believes that this victory belongs to Greymouth, Snape."

"This is what you call fair and just, Dumbledore." Snape sneered, then stood up from his seat, and left without looking back.

Dumbledore sighed inaudibly.

"Sorry." Bell lowered his head and clenched his fists tightly.

"It's not your fault, don't feel guilty." Dumbledore turned around and patted Bell's shoulder lovingly.

The author has something to say: Xiaolong still lost, just like the original book.

Next is the moment when Winnie comes on the stage to save Xiaolong's wounded heart 233