Chapter 139
Lee Jordan wanted to go back and continue explaining, but he was sandwiched between two big men, Goyle and Crabbe. How could his small body escape.
Ernie was a little confused at first, but he has a gossipy personality and likes to be the center of attention.
He quickly took up the job. He was neither Gryffindor nor Slytherin. It could be said that he was not biased towards either side.
When the game was getting intense, the Golden Snitch appeared.
The two eyes locked at the same time.
Chapter 158 One King and One King
By Muggle standards, these are two of the top sports car bombing engines.
The moment their eyes met, the two of them were like red and green arrows in the sky.
Without thinking, he pressed the broomstick and the firebolt shot out.
They have only one goal, and that is the golden Snitch.
The current score is 30 to 80, with Slytherin leading.
Even though Wood is like a door god possessed, with six Nimbus 2001 and as hard training as Gryffindor, Slytherin has already been transformed.
There is only one thing in their eyes, victory!
Derek, the Slytherin beater, took aim at the Bludger and smacked it in Harry's direction.
The Bludger flew directly towards Harry under his control.
Harry spun his broom to avoid the ball and caught a glimpse of the pursuing figure out of the corner of his eye.
Not to be outdone, he increased his speed, trying to distance Malfoy.
The Golden Snitch is the key to the anxious progress of the game. As long as you catch it, Gryffindor will win.
Wood, who was already in seventh grade, loved Quidditch so much that Harry didn't want him to leave with regrets. He wanted to win the trophy for Gryffindor.
Thinking like this, Harry accelerated and flexibly flew in the sky.
The faster the speed, the more difficult it is to control.
The Snitch passed through the Gryffindor Stand, and Harry lifted up hard to keep flying quickly.
"Almost caught."
As he thought, his eyes were fixed on the golden snitch.
It gradually approached, and in the next second, his body was hit by a brute force.
His face darkened, and he was about to yell at Malfoy for being despicable, but saw that Malfoy didn't even look at him.
In Malfoy's eyes, there was only the Golden Snitch.
His hair was blown to the back of his head by the strong wind, but he didn't care.
He controlled the Firebolt and accelerated as fast as he could, and Harry followed suit.
The two people flew out of the afterimage in the sky, and the golden snitch ducked underneath.
As they chased each other under the familiar stands, both of them breathed a sigh of relief.
The up and down wooden frames became obstacles. Harry's talent was astonishing. Every time he was about to collide, he could always avoid it with his incredible flying skills.
There were beads of sweat on Malfoy's forehead, and he didn't dare to let go of his hand on the broomstick to wipe it away.
The sweat beads were blown by the wind, moving slowly, but moving towards the eyes bit by bit.
Flying at this speed under the stands full of obstacles, the students who saw this scene screamed in surprise.
They couldn't see anyone, but they could see the wind blowing and blowing the cloth underneath as they flew by.
The two figures were one behind the other, only half a body apart.
Harry found himself slowing down, and he became angry, thinking that Malfoy was using petty tactics again.
But the next second, white gold penetrated into his sight.
It wasn't that he was slower, it was Malfoy who was faster.
Malfoy is still accelerating on this dangerous track.
Not to be outdone, Harry also accelerated.
Not only did the two people not slow down, they were moving faster and faster below.
The golden snitch sprang out, leaving only the blurry afterimages of the two people following him.
Marcus Flint saw this scene and recalled every bit of the training.
At that time, Malfoy seemed to have changed. He was completely crazy. He was the most miserable and tired. Even when everyone was complaining, he still persisted.
Gradually, Malfoy took over the responsibility of his captain, leading the entire team to persevere by himself.
He is like this, how can he lose!
Marcus Flint's eyes were red, and he shouted at the top of his lungs: "We are Slytherin!!!"
He rarely does this in games, and more often he does it through dirty tricks.
This voice woke up all the team members.
They roared: "Noble Slytherin, defend the glory to the death!"
The six people roared out a sense of courage, which was completely different from the despicable and sinister image of Slytherin in Gryffindor's impression.
Katie was distracted and Montague snatched the Quaffle and scored it into the goal.
The Slytherin stands erupted in cheers.
John saw this scene.
"We came from a quagmire;
We long for rights,
We are full of ambition,
We are strong and calm,
We are elegant and self-possessed,
We never regret,
We are Slytherins. "
The sound spread clearly throughout the Quidditch pitch, and the originally restless stands fell into silence.
He then spoke:
"We chase glory,
We defend our glory,
We witness the glory,
We...are the glory. "
Every Slytherin has a kind of fanaticism in his eyes at this moment.
Like witnessing the king, they clenched their fists.
I don't know who took the lead, but a word was shouted out by every Slytherin.
"glory!"
"glory!"
"glory!"
…
Crazy, everything is the same as crazy.
The uniform glory overwhelmed the noise of the three courtyards with the power of one courtyard.
The Quidditch pitch was covered in glory, and the green color condensed into a terrifying force.
Every Slytherin seemed to have endless power gushing out of them, and the six members of the Slytherin team became even stronger.
The score was quickly opening up, and Wood was anxious when he saw this. He didn't dare to look at the situation on Harry's side.
After the word "Glory" was spoken, the Slytherin team felt like they were on fire.
Even when he saw Warrington, that weakling being hit in the nose by a Bludger, he didn't say a word. They were like fanatical believers, and the word glory was their belief.
Malfoy, who was chasing the Golden Snitch, heard that voice, and scenes of hard training flashed through his mind.
What is that for?
For glory!
So what are you waiting for?
Malfoy directly increased his speed, and the Golden Snitch suddenly fell and flew towards the ground.
This scene was so familiar that Malfoy swooped down without hesitation.
Harry walked side by side with him and quickly fell towards the ground.
Everyone's hearts were in their throats. Hermione and Ron stood up and looked over nervously.
The Malfoy of the past gave up, but the Malfoy of today will not!
Malfoy roared: "Come here!"
Both hands grabbed the Golden Snitch almost at the same time. He fell off the broomstick in no particular order and rolled out two drag marks on the ground, forming a "V".
Everyone stood up, looking forward to it. Ron nervously muttered: "Harry, please, it must be Harry..."
Hermione watched nervously. She saw the way Harry fell, and she was afraid that the fall would be very painful.
All the students in the four houses stared at the two clasped hands, Harry's right hand and Malfoy's left hand.
At this time, Harry recovered from the dizziness caused by the fall and clenched his fists.
next moment.
Harry smiled, he opened his right hand and raised it up, holding the Golden Snitch in his hand.
"I caught it!"
Gryffindor burst into loud cheers, and Slytherin was in mourning.
Ms. Huo Qi blew the final whistle.
"competition is over."
"Slytherin wins!"
The smile froze, the Gryffindor students were stunned, and Ron looked angrily at Ernie MacMillan who spoke.
Professor McGonagall's face was pale in shock, and Snape had a smile on his lips.
The scorer placed on the table freezes.
180∶190
That ten-tenth difference was thrown in by Montague at the cost of being hit by a bludger and breaking his nose.
His nose continued to bleed.
No one expected it to be so dramatic.
Harry caught the Golden Snitch, but Gryffindor lost the game.
Malfoy sat on the ground, his dull eyes regained their luster at the sound.
He stood up staggeringly, looked at Harry and opened his mouth, his eyes very complicated.
Finally he said: "You beat me, but you can't beat Slytherin."
According to the law of conservation of energy, the smile will not disappear, it will only be transferred to other people's faces.
The cheers in the Slytherin stands were deafening.
