Chapter 702: These tactics are dirty.

May,

Hogwarts' 1993 school year, the first game of the annual Quidditch House Cup.

Even though it had been raining all day, it still couldn't stop Slytherin from winning.

According to extremely reliable intelligence, their most powerful opponent fell off his broom at the beginning of yesterday's training, which will definitely affect today's game performance.

After a "boom" thunder, Flint in the Slytherin lounge raised his clenched fist, "This is the best year!

That guy Wayne's broomstick is broken. As long as we can overcome today's bad weather, victory will belong to us! "

"Down with Wayne!"

"Bloody Gryffindor!"

"Shave their heads!"

Along with the bursts of thunder, one person did not join in the cheers.

He is Draco.

Unlike the team members who seemed to have won the game, he still felt that there was something wrong with what happened yesterday.

How could Wayne, such a bastard, not know that they had been peeking at the training?

Unless it's intentional.

But yesterday's fall had spread throughout the school, and he happened to be present when he was carried into the school hospital, and it didn't look like he was pretending at all.

You must be worrying too much.

From the beginning of school until now, he finally found a chance.

Things took a turn, and the Slytherin team stormed into the stadium with momentum.

Despite the violent storm, there was no timidity on their faces, and they were all full of confidence.

Hermione, who was in the audience's stand, held a small yellow umbrella and watched the Gryffindor team enter the field indifferently.

These tactics are dirty, especially those who make excuses for being lazy.

Mrs. Hodge's whistle blew and the game officially began.

"Long——"

The moment the Quaffle popped out of the box, a ghostly figure overlapped with the lightning that had just fallen.

Under heavy rain and strong winds, the Quaffle successfully passed through the Slytherin goal, successfully scoring 10 points for Gryffindor.

The little snakes stared wide-eyed, unable to believe what had just happened.

He fell from such a high place and was fine after one night?

Wayne is barely human, is he a monster?

Also, what about the new broom as promised?

Flint gritted his teeth viciously, "Fuck! We were all deceived!"

Wood, who was guarding the goal on the opposite side, raised a finger and shouted some not-so-good words.

Even in the heavy rain, unable to hear or see clearly, Flint still knew that this guy was calling "stragglers."

My blood pressure went up all of a sudden.

He rode the Nimbus 2000 sponsored by the Malfoy family and flew towards Vincent as fast as he could.

Unfortunately, it was too late, the Quaffle had already entered the door again.

"Ahhh!" Flint roared crazily.

With the rain whipping on his face, Vincent stretched out his hand to push up his wet hair, and then hooked his fingers forward.

The next second, the rampaging gorilla smashed over.

The result was as expected, Gryffindor scored another 10 points.

As long as the Snitch is not caught, the game is not over.

In the heavy rain, both seekers knew how important their mission was.

One side has to catch the Golden Snitch before the other side scores 150 points, while the other side needs to constantly interfere.

According to Wood's tactics, Slytherin will definitely be furious after discovering that he has been tricked, and his mentality will gradually become anxious.

Wizards are human too, and the more anxious they are, the more likely they are to make mistakes.

Wearing waterproof glasses, Harry didn't have to do anything but fly around Draco.

"Get away! Pote!"

Gryffindor scores another 10 points.

The thunder rumbled, and the hearts of the little snakes also rumbled.

Under the huge black umbrella in the Slytherin stands,

A black figure stood up with a swoosh. His long hair, which was instantly soaked by the heavy rain, stuck to his sallow face, making it even greasier to the naked eye.

Snape shook the hair that was stuck on his face fiercely, "Cheating! I seriously suspect that Wayne drank a banned potion!"

His stern report was not taken seriously by the referee Mrs. Hodge.

Mag, who was holding a small umbrella, didn't say anything, but he was already happy in his heart.

Who says Gryffindor doesn't like to use his brain? This just makes Slytherin fool around.

Dumbledore on the high platform smiled and touched the chain pendant on his left wrist.

It seems that he gained a lot in Nurmengard.

Returning to the field, Vincent is undoubtedly the center of attention.

The rain soaked his clothes, and his wet hair was lifted up again.

The girls suddenly burst into screams that were as loud as thunder.

Hermione narrowed her eyes unconsciously.

Her little hand holding the umbrella tightly squeezed the handle, and her radar-like eyes scanned the

Daphne next to her smiled and gave her an elbow, "You have quite a few competitors~ If you don't work hard, you will be robbed~"

Hermione turned away her little head angrily, "Whoever wants to grab it can grab it."

After all, her eyes kept wandering around the audience seats, as if she wanted to remember the ones who shouted the loudest.

Urgent, she was impatient.

Daphne stopped teasing.

Every time I see Vincent recently, I notice that he seems to be growing taller and more handsome.

His childish face has become more mature, and there is no way he can compare with the boys in the same grade.

The side effects caused by the time turner are actually not all bad.

Outside the stadium, Jomgander was coiled up in a big tree.

Blackie stretched out his neck and stood under the tree, with Gugu and Crookshanks stepping on its broad back.

On a rainy day, all the teachers and students in the school are watching the game, which is a good time to cause trouble.

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"Gu Gu——" Gu Gu's little paws tapped lightly, and one small wing pointed at the castle, just like a heroic general in ancient times charging towards the enemy.

Xiao Hei ignored it at all and continued to focus on the field.

"Goo!"

If you get annoyed, just shake them off.

The agile Crookshanks landed safely, but the chubby Lord Gugu suffered.

Its sexy big butt fell heavily into the mud, and dirty muddy water splashed on vc's soft and fluffy brown feathers.

After a series of swear words about the owl, Xiao Hei raised his strong paws and pushed away its round face impatiently.

Shaking and crying, the dog actually rebelled.

Gugu narrowed his big eyes, probably thinking about how to get back in revenge.

Xiao Hei shivered inexplicably, and then continued to watch the game.

It only took 150 minutes, and it only took less than an hour even if it was raining heavily.

But its yellow eyes didn't seem to focus there, instead following Harry's swinging tactics.

Another cold shiver passed, and Gugu's yelling was obviously much quieter.