Chapter 159 Team Victory

The rain was getting heavier and heavier, and the two sides entered a state of discussion. The end of a Quidditch match does not depend on the score, but on when the Chaser catches the Golden Snitch.

If Harry and Malfoy never catch it, the game will continue forever. The current record for the longest Quidditch match in the wizarding world is 6 months, when the two teams were looking for the Golden Snitch and found the vomit. In the end, I couldn't stand it any longer and had to end the game.

Despite the pouring rain, the wizards abided by the tradition and no one left. However, we all hope that the two chasers will give their best performance and not let them just watch in the rain.

"Malfoy, we will definitely win today's game." Marcus was confident.

"It's only 130 minutes now. You must at least throw two more balls in as soon as possible." Malfoy followed Rogge's reminder and formulated tactics based on Harry catching the Golden Snitch.

"No need, our speed will definitely crush them. Just keep an eye on Harry and we'll teach Gryffindor a lesson. Let them know how to play." Everyone laughed, thinking that Malfoy was too timid.

"Don't worry, we will definitely win."

Malfoy was about to say something when Mrs. Hooch blew her whistle and the game started again.

The players seemed to be swimming in the sky. Hassan declined Lucius's offer to go to the castle, wanting to see if the child could turn the tide.

Harry flew higher and higher, and there was a whooshing sound on the back of his head. He knew that the Bludger was coming again.

Raindrops pattered on his glasses, and Harry had to hang headfirst in order to avoid the ferocious attack of the Bludgers. The rain on his face flowed into his nostrils, and he only saw a figure behind him staring at him.

"Malfoy?" Harry was a little annoyed. This guy was falling behind him like a ghost.

While the bulky Bludger hadn't changed direction yet, Harry had a chance to take a look at the current situation.

Wood gave up guarding, and everyone attacked Slytherin under the cover of heavy rain. They covered the Chasers and used their bodies to withstand Slytherin's attacks.

"Goal!" Li Jordan shouted from below. "One hundred and thirty to ten, the situation has reversed, Gryffindor's tactics are effective."

"Is this called a reversal?" Rogge was noncommittal in the audience stand.

"Marcus!" Malfoy yelled down below, "Are you rowing with the Nimbus 2000?"

Harry looked at Malfoy, who was yelling at his teammates.

"What is that?" Harry was very surprised to find that there was a Golden Snitch hovering behind Malfoy's head. But he was taking out his anger on his teammates and didn't see it at all.

He didn't dare move and held his breath tightly. He was afraid that if he were not careful, Malfoy would turn around and see the Golden Snitch next to him.

Bang!

At this moment, a dull blow sounded, and the Bludger hit Harry's forearm hard.

Severe pain swept through his whole body instantly, as if he had been shocked by a hundred thousand volts of electricity. Harry could only feel the clear sound of the forearm bones breaking, and the tip of the broken bone pressed hard against the muscle, causing his scalp to tingle.

Blood pooled under the skin, and a dark red swelling soon appeared. The blow was so powerful that it nearly knocked him off his broom.

Harry had to hold on to the broom handle with his left hand. The severe pain made him dizzy, and his back was instantly soaked with cold sweat.

But Harry gritted his teeth and held back from screaming. His right hand hung limply to the side, and his forearm had completely lost all feeling.

Malfoy's yelling had an effect, and Marcus held back his breath and told Draco to shut up. He angrily led his players away from Gryffindor and attacked the unguarded goal.

In the hazy rain curtain, the Bludger changed direction, this time the target was Harry's face. There's the Snitch in front and the Bludger behind. Harry has no choice but to rush towards Malfoy for victory!

Malfoy suddenly felt something was wrong and turned around to see Harry bumping into him.

"You're crazy...it's the Golden Snitch!" Malfoy reacted and immediately realized what Harry wanted to do. He hit Harry head-on, and even if he fell today, Harry wouldn't be able to catch it.

The Golden Snitch suddenly started up, accelerated suddenly, and quickly flew out of the circle surrounded by the two men. Malfoy and Harry missed it head on and quickly turned around to chase the Golden Snitch.

Malfoy was a little faster and bumped Harry hard. Harry's broken arm felt severe pain, and his speed dropped again.

"Scarhead, you can't catch up." Malfoy mocked frivolously, throwing Harry away and chasing the Golden Snitch. The Bludger that injured Harry didn't give up and followed Harry closely.

Harry gritted his teeth and endured the pain, trying his best to catch up. The rain hit his face and it stung, but he couldn't give up. He would never lose to Malfoy.

Two seekers, two flying balls. They swept across the court, streaking white water arrows through the curtain of rain.

"It runs away, he chases it, it can't escape with its wings." Rogge looked at the golden snitch flashing before his eyes and lamented that it was not normal either. The stop is just right and the start is just right.

But what's even more abnormal is the Bludger controlled by Dobby, which is really trying to kill Harry Potter. He flees, it pursues, following him in life and death.

"One hundred and forty to ten." Li Jordan reported the new score, and Gryffindor was unable to resist.

The two passed by the auditorium, their broomsticks picking up a lot of rain. Lucius wiped his face with a satisfied smile on his lips.

Ludo stood up and said to Snape: "There is something wrong with Harry's flying position. He is injured."

"Injured?" Malfoy's heart sank. He was not concerned about Mr. Savior, but worried about Hassan's opinion of Draco.

Harry followed Malfoy, with Malfoy helping him clear the way through the rain, allowing him to conserve some strength.

The two of them were getting faster and faster, and the Bludger was slowly unable to catch up.

"One hundred and fifty to ten." Li Qiaodan reported the score as if he was constipated.

Everyone's hearts were in awe. Can Harry catch the Golden Snitch at the last moment?

"Come on! You can do it, Harry!" sisters Ron and Patil shouted.

"Now!" Harry held the wooden handle with his good left hand and whipped his head from Malfoy's right side.

Malfoy was keenly aware of Harry's movements and quickly moved to the right to avoid being overtaken by Harry. But this exposed a gap on the left, and Harry seized the opportunity and took advantage of the Golden Snitch's turn to draw a beautiful cross line in the rain.

"Don't even think about it!" Malfoy gritted his teeth and showed a fierce expression, and hit Harry hard.

"One hundred and sixty to ten." The victory has completely gone, and the best result now is a tie.

"A great game." Hassan and Ludo commented. The point difference had reached 150, Slytherin was still attacking, and Harry was unable to recover.

The rain is getting lighter, and everyone can clearly see the Seeker in the sky. Malfoy and Harry collided, flying side by side towards the Golden Snitch. The Bludger behind is still chasing, but its speed is too slow and it has lost its threat.

The two gritted their teeth and rushed forward, the Golden Snitch was close at hand. They reached out their hands almost at the same time and grabbed the Golden Snitch. The audience held their breath and stared at them.

At this moment, time seems to have stopped...

"Win." Rogge suddenly applauded, just as Watson threw the Quaffle into Gryffindor's goal.

The score was fixed at one hundred and seventy to ten. Even if Harry caught the Golden Snitch, they would lose the victory. Only then did the little snakes react and cheered and applauded the team.

Malfoy hung in the air, hands loose and empty. Harry fell straight down because he only had two legs to hold the broom.

"Who caught it?" Although the winner has been decided, everyone still wants to know who the Golden Snitch belongs to.

Harry fell hard into the mud and was soaked. His right arm was bent at a strange angle, and he felt severe pain from time to time.

"Aha! I caught the Golden Snitch!" Harry raised his uninjured hand, and there were cheers and applause from the sidelines.

The score was fixed at 170:160. Harry fainted with laughter, but he didn't know that the cheers belonged to Slytherin.

"A great seeker, winning or losing is very important, but more importantly, character and fighting spirit." Ludo looked at Snape excitedly, "Professor Snape, is Dean McGonagall here? I want to Talk to Harry and he can try out for the professional Quidditch team."

Snape was stunned, and Lucius next to him couldn't help but tighten his cane.

"If their teammates weren't too weak, they wouldn't have lost this game."

"Ludo, Draco's performance..."

"Of course, Draco is equally good. He shows certain leadership and knows what the team is going to do at any time. If you want him to become a professional player, my suggestion is to let him try other positions." Ludo patted Malfoy's shoulders, he was an honest man, Draco was not meant to be a Seeker.

Both performed very well, but Harry was superior in terms of reaction, speed, agility and the agility required of a seeker.

More importantly, Harry was also attacked by Bludgers. Even though he lost an arm, he still caught the Golden Snitch. If Slytherin didn't have seven Nimbus 2000, then this game would be Harry's turn.

It's a pity that there is no if, the game is just a game. If you feel sorry for it, replace it with equivalent equipment.

In fact, the most important thing is that Ludo sees that Harry has excellent luck. A seeker without luck is just a headless fly on the field and will never encounter the Golden Snitch.

"It is indeed an exciting game." Hassan smiled, "But we are not here to select rookies this time."

"Oh, I'm so excited." Ludo reacted and looked at Snape, "Is Roger from your college here? Roger Travis?"

"Rogg?" Snape frowned, "As far as I know, he doesn't like Quidd... flying broomsticks. What do you want from him?"

"Chairman Hassan met Mr. Newt a while ago. According to him, Rogge found the long-lost Gold Snidget."

"Jin Feixia?" Lucius's eyes lit up, but when he thought of the commotion outside, the thoughts of selling in his heart slowly disappeared.

That was the origin of Quidditch. If it really appeared, the value of each Gold Snidget would be immeasurable.

"The next Quidditch World Cup will be held in the UK, and both the International Quidditch Federation and the Ministry of Magic hope to welcome Snidget back to the opening ceremony of the World Cup."

"This is also the wizard's self-salvation." Hassan smiled and added: "We created Quidditch but led to the extinction of the Golden Snidget. Now it is time to compensate."

"This will become an important moment in the history of Quidditch!" Lucius sighed.

"Chairman Hassan, I must say, you have come up with a brilliant idea!" Ludo said excitedly, "Bringing back the Golden Snidget will surely become a glorious milestone in the history of Quidditch."

Malfoy watched Ludo praise Hassan and thought to himself: Well, you can transform from a batter to a director, and you are not just an ordinary person.

"When Gold Snidget soars over the stadium again, all wizards will cheer for it. That moment will prove that the glory of Quidditch will never fade away, and we will eventually repair the mistakes of the past and usher in a new future."

"Chairman Hassan, I dare say that the entire wizarding world will be grateful for your foresight. When the Golden Snitch returns to his homeland under the bright sunshine, your name will shine with Quidditch. Future generations will never forget that it is you. brought about this historic turning point."

"I can't wait to imagine the grand occasion of that moment: Golden Snidget soaring, fireworks bursting, thousands of wizards cheering..."

"He is in the audience." Snape stood up and interrupted Ludo concisely.

Malfoy thought to himself that Snape was indeed a master of silence. Ludo is very eloquent and is flattering Hassan. You said a word and it was interrupted.

When Harry woke up, a large crowd of people surrounded him. When he opened his eyes, he saw Lockhart's shining white teeth showing a proud smile in front of him.

"Don't worry, Harry, I'll fix it for you right away."

"Oh, no! No, Professor Lockhart." Harry refused quickly.

He looked at Lockhart uneasily, and the click of the camera could be heard in his ears.

"Colin, I don't want to take pictures like this!" Harry shouted.

"What are you talking about? Just lie down." Lockhart had already taken out his wand. Harry shook his head and didn't want Lockhart to treat him.

"Obey, let me see." Lockhart comforted him, "Oh~ it's broken! There is a simple spell that I have used many times."

"Believe me, you still need to perform in the Christmas drama. You can't fall here." Lockhart's words brought out an even sadder expression in Harry.

When he thought of the colorful clothes, he almost wanted to turn into steam and dissipate on the spot.

"Why don't you send him to the hospital?" Wood, covered in mud, stood up. Although he lost to Slytherin, Harry's performance was absolutely superb.

"Harry, that was a great catch."

"Stand back!" Lockhart said, rolling up his emerald green robe.

Harry had a premonition that something bad was about to happen, and he weakly begged: "Don't... don't..."

But it was too late. Lockhart twirled his wand and a second later it was pointed at Harry's arm.

The light of magic penetrated his arm, and Harry felt extremely uncomfortable from his shoulder to his fingers. It was like being electrocuted, and the whole arm was being drained.

He didn't dare to see what was going on. Like a patient suffering from bleeding, he closed his eyes and turned his head. People around him gasped, and Colin began to press the shutter frantically again.

Malfoy walked in and mocked: "Harry, why did you become a limp noodle man?"

"Huh?" What Harry was most worried about happened. His arm didn't hurt anymore because it wasn't an arm at all.

Malfoy knelt down and pinched Harry's limp arm, shook his head and sighed: "It's a pity that the savior can't save his own team."

"Malfoy, what did you say!" Wood glared at him.

"Oh? Did I make a mistake?" Malfoy sneered, "As soon as the game started, I assumed that Harry would catch the Golden Snitch."

"Unfortunately, I guessed it right. So Marcus and I formulated a strategy. I will pester you, and my teammates must hit a 150 point difference as soon as possible."

"Are you playing tricks on the Bludger?" George and Fred tied the Bludger into the box, but it was still struggling ferociously.

"Weasley, we won this game very cleanly. If you think there is a problem, we can go to the principal to confront you." Malfoy was very confident because they really didn't cheat.

"Stop! Your whole team used Nimbus 2000. I don't believe you didn't do anything." Fred was very unconvinced by the loss.

"My father said that the Malfoy family will never win openly!" George then agreed.

"Hey, your father, Arthur?" Malfoy laughed, "You can only slander and make excuses. If you lose, you lose. Is there any rule that does not allow us to use Nimbus 2000? Ang?"

"You always accuse others of cheating if you can't afford to lose. You only deserve to fail. A bunch of losers!"

Several people were blushing, and the Gryffindor team members wanted to punch Malfoy's face that didn't deserve a punch. When the smell of gunpowder filled the air between the two sides, Lockhart disappeared.

"Draco." Just when Malfoy was about to say something more, Lucius called him over.

He waved his hand at the Gryffindor players to be as airy as possible.

"Dad, we won!"

"I saw it. It would be even better if you could get the Golden Snitch." Lucius pulled his son over and gave him a meaningful look.

"Look over there, the tall man is Ludo Bagman, Director of the Sports Department. The slightly fatter one is Hassan Mouss, President of the International Quidditch Federation. Don't you want to be a professional golfer? This is a once-in-a-lifetime opportunity. .”

"Ah!" Malfoy's eyes widened and he glanced back reflexively. Harry was being helped to the school hospital by Ron.

"Why do they come to our school?"

"They are here for Gold Snidget." Lucius explained.

"Golden Snitch? What is that?" Draco was confused.

"Roger discovered the living Gold Snidget. They want to bring Gold Snidget back to life at the next Quidditch World Cup. This is of great significance to the history of Quidditch."

"It depends on what they mean. Starting from the World Cup in England, they want to turn Golden Snidget into the mascot of the World Cup." Lucius waved his wand and used cleansing on his son.

"That's it." Draco suddenly realized, "I thought it was for Harry."

Lucius pursed his lips and patted his shoulder: "It's not just that, Draco."

"You just had a great game and left a deep impression on them. This is a great opportunity, especially for your future."

Draco puffed up his chest and said proudly: "Yes, Father! I will definitely leave a good impression on them and strive for more opportunities!"

"I'll give you another suggestion, Draco." Lucius said thoughtfully, "You are now a seeker, which is indeed a position where it is easy to get the limelight. However, it may not be suitable for you."

"Dad, I..."

"Hogwarts already has Harry Potter as a Seeker, there is no need for a second one." Lucius stared into his son's eyes and said calmly, "You should understand that everyone only remembers the championship, not the other." People care who the runner-up is.”

"So I'm very happy today because you know how to pursue victory." Lucius affirmed Draco's performance today, which is consistent with the style of the Malfoy family, pursuing actual interests rather than false reputations.

"I suggest you look at other positions, even goalkeeper. If you don't want to be a professional player after graduation, that's okay."

Draco was silent for a moment after listening to his father's suggestion: "I will consider it carefully."

"Go ahead and take your chance."

Draco touched the Magic Society badge on his chest. He jogged two steps and chased after her.

"Roger, how are my tactics?"

"Quite effective. If Marcus hadn't let down his guard, he would have won more easily." Rogge nodded at Malfoy and asked Draco to follow.