Chapter 158 One King and One King
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Nan Shan Dou Xi
Measured by Muggle standards, these are two top sports car bombing engines at this time.
The moment their eyes meet, the two of them in the sky are like two arrows, red and green.
Without thinking, he pressed the broomstick, and the Firebolt shot out.
Their goal is only one, and that is the golden snitch.
The current score is 30 to 80, with Slytherin leading.
Even though Wood seems to be possessed by the door god, with six Nimbus 2001 and hard training no less than Gryffindor, Slytherin has already been reborn.
There is only one thing in their eyes, victory!
Derek the Slytherin batsman took aim at the Bludger and slammed it in Harry's direction.
The Bludger flew straight at Harry under his control.
Harry spun his broom, dodged the ball, and out of the corner of his eye, caught a glimpse of the pursuit.
Not to be outdone, he speeded up, trying to distance Malfoy.
The Snitch is the key, the frenetic pace of the game, just catch it and Gryffindor will win.
Wood, who was already in the seventh grade, loved Quidditch so much, Harry didn't want him to leave with regrets, and he wanted to win the trophy for Gryffindor.
Thinking of this, Harry accelerated and flew flexibly in the sky.
The faster the speed, the more difficult it is to control.
The Snitch passed through the Gryffindor stands, and Harry pulled up hard to keep flying fast.
"Catch it soon."
As he thought so, his eyes fixed on the Golden Snitch.
Gradually approaching, the next second, his body was hit by brute force.
His face darkened, and he was about to yell at Malfoy for being mean, but saw that Malfoy didn't even look at him.
In Malfoy's eyes, there is only the Golden Snitch.
His hair was blown to the back of his head by the strong wind, but he didn't care.
Controlling the Firebolt, he accelerated desperately, and Harry followed suit.
Afterimages of the two people flew out in the sky, and the Golden Snitch dived directly below.
Chasing under the familiar stands, both of them held their breath.
The ups and downs of the wooden frame became an obstacle, and Harry's talent was amazing. Whenever he was about to hit it, he was always able to dodge it with his sky-defying flying skills.
Sweat dripped from Malfoy's forehead, and he didn't dare to let go of his broomstick to wipe it.
Beads of sweat were blown by the wind, moving slowly, but moving towards the eyes bit by bit.
Flying under the stands full of obstacles at this speed, the students who saw this scene all exclaimed.
They couldn't see people, but they could see the wind blowing the cloth below when the two flew by.
The two figures are one in front and one behind, with a difference of no more than half a body.
Harry found himself slowing down, and he was angry, thinking that Malfoy was playing tricks again.
But in the next second, platinum drilled into his sight.
It wasn't that he was slow, it was that Malfoy was fast.
Malfoy was still accelerating, on this dangerous track.
Not to be outdone, Harry also accelerated.
Instead of slowing down, the two of them were getting faster and faster below.
The Golden Snitch jumped out, and the two of them were followed by only blurred afterimages.
Marcus Flint watched this scene, and he recalled bits and pieces of training.
At that time, Malfoy seemed to be a different person. He was completely crazy. He was the most miserable and tired. When everyone was complaining, he still persisted.
Gradually, Malfoy took over the responsibility of his own captain, driving the whole team to persevere by himself.
He is like this, how can he lose!
Marcus Flint's eyes were red, he shouted loudly, "We're Slytherins!!!"
He seldom does this in games, and more of them are tricks constantly.
This voice woke up all the team members.
They roared: "Noble Slytherin, defend the honor to the death!"
The six roared with a sense of going forward bravely, completely different from the despicable and insidious appearance of Slytherin in Gryffindor's impression.
Katie was in a daze, but Montague snatched the Quaffle and scored the goal.
Cheers erupted from the Slytherin stands.
John saw this scene.
"We were born in the mire,
we long for power,
We are full of ambition,
We are strong and calm,
We hold ourselves gracefully,
We never regret,
We are Slytherins. "
The voice clearly spread throughout the Quidditch pitch, and the restless stands fell into silence.
He continued:
"We chase after glory,
We defend the glory,
We witness the glory,
We... are the glory. "
Every Slytherin has a kind of fanaticism in his eyes at this moment.
Like witness kings, they clenched their fists.
It is not known who took the lead, a word was shouted in every Slytherin population.
"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 mass condensed into a terrifying force.
Every Slytherin seemed to have infinite power pouring out of him, and the six members of the Slytherin team became even stronger.
The score was being drawn quickly, and Wood was anxious when he saw this, and he didn't dare to look at Harry's situation.
After the word of glory was exported, the Slytherin team was like a bloody chicken.
Even when he saw Warrington, that soft bastard was hit in the nose by a Bludger, he didn't say a word. They were like fanatical believers, and the word "glory" meant faith.
Malfoy, who was chasing the snitch, heard the voice, and scenes of hard training flashed through his mind.
What is that for?
For glory!
So what are you waiting for?
Malfoy immediately speeded up to full speed, and the Golden Snitch suddenly fell and flew towards the ground.
How familiar this scene was, Malfoy swooped down without hesitation.
Harry walked side by side with him, and fell quickly towards the ground.
With everyone's hearts in their throats, Hermione and Ron stood up, looking over there nervously.
The former Malfoy gave up, but the current Malfoy will not!
Malfoy roared, "Come here!"
Both hands grabbed the Golden Snitch almost at the same time, and they fell off the broomstick in no particular order, rolling out two trails on the ground, forming a "V".
Everyone stood up, they were looking forward to it, and Ron muttered nervously: "Harry, please make sure it's Harry..."
Hermione watched nervously, seeing the way Harry fell, she might have fallen in pain.
The students of the four houses were all staring at the two clasped hands, Harry's right hand and Malfoy's left hand.
At this moment, Harry recovered from the stunned fall, and he clenched his fists.
next moment.
Harry smiled. He opened his right hand and held it up high, holding the Snitch.
"I caught it!"
Gryffindor erupted into loud cheers, and Slytherin was in mourning.
Ms Hooch blows the closing whistle.
"competition is over."
"Slytherin wins!"
The smile froze, the Gryffindor students were stunned, and Ron looked angrily at Ernie McMillan who spoke.
I saw Professor McGonagall pale in astonishment, and Snape had a smile on his mouth.
The scorer placed on the table freezes.
180:190
That ten-point difference was thrown in by Montague at the cost of being hit by a Bludger and breaking his nose.
Nosebleeds kept coming from his nose.
No one expected it to be so dramatic.
Harry caught the Snitch, but Gryffindor lost the match.
Malfoy sat on the ground, his dull eyes regained their brilliance when he heard the sound.
He staggered up and opened his mouth to look at Harry with complicated eyes.
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.
In the Slytherin stands, the cheers were deafening.
The players rushed to Montague, jumping on top of him excitedly.
Malfoy looked desolate, but in the next second, he was pushed to the ground with five or six people on his body.
"We succeeded, Draco, defend the glory!"
"You fly amazingly!"
"When I dropped the Firebolt, I freaked out."
Unlike the previous loss to Gryffindor, this time Malfoy was buried in the cheers.
"Yeah, we won," Malfoy said belatedly.
The corners of the mouth couldn't help but rise up wildly, and finally turned into a wild laugh.
The king of Gryffindor is Harry Potter.
Then Slytherin itself is the king of the four houses.
The new king failed to ascend the throne, and Slytherin defended his glory.
We are glory.
Glory to Slytherin!
...
Dumbledore is in charge of presenting the award, which is Slytherin's eighth title.
But this time, there was complexity in Dumbledore's eyes.
Dumbledore looked at the boy who also stood up and cheered. He turned Slytherin from sand into green glass.
And he will be the king of Slytherin.
John Wick.
...
The moment their eyes meet, the two of them in the sky are like two arrows, red and green.
Without thinking, he pressed the broomstick, and the Firebolt shot out.
Their goal is only one, and that is the golden snitch.
The current score is 30 to 80, with Slytherin leading.
Even though Wood seems to be possessed by the door god, with six Nimbus 2001 and hard training no less than Gryffindor, Slytherin has already been reborn.
There is only one thing in their eyes, victory!
Derek the Slytherin batsman took aim at the Bludger and slammed it in Harry's direction.
The Bludger flew straight at Harry under his control.
Harry spun his broom, dodged the ball, and out of the corner of his eye, caught a glimpse of the pursuit.
Not to be outdone, he speeded up, trying to distance Malfoy.
The Snitch is the key, the frenetic pace of the game, just catch it and Gryffindor will win.
Wood, who was already in the seventh grade, loved Quidditch so much, Harry didn't want him to leave with regrets, and he wanted to win the trophy for Gryffindor.
Thinking of this, Harry accelerated and flew flexibly in the sky.
The faster the speed, the more difficult it is to control.
The Snitch passed through the Gryffindor stands, and Harry pulled up hard to keep flying fast.
"Catch it soon."
As he thought so, his eyes fixed on the Golden Snitch.
Gradually approaching, the next second, his body was hit by brute force.
His face darkened, and he was about to yell at Malfoy for being mean, but saw that Malfoy didn't even look at him.
In Malfoy's eyes, there is only the Golden Snitch.
His hair was blown to the back of his head by the strong wind, but he didn't care.
Controlling the Firebolt, he accelerated desperately, and Harry followed suit.
Afterimages of the two people flew out in the sky, and the Golden Snitch dived directly below.
Chasing under the familiar stands, both of them held their breath.
The ups and downs of the wooden frame became an obstacle, and Harry's talent was amazing. Whenever he was about to hit it, he was always able to dodge it with his sky-defying flying skills.
Sweat dripped from Malfoy's forehead, and he didn't dare to let go of his broomstick to wipe it.
Beads of sweat were blown by the wind, moving slowly, but moving towards the eyes bit by bit.
Flying under the stands full of obstacles at this speed, the students who saw this scene all exclaimed.
They couldn't see people, but they could see the wind blowing the cloth below when the two flew by.
The two figures are one in front and one behind, with a difference of no more than half a body.
Harry found himself slowing down, and he was angry, thinking that Malfoy was playing tricks again.
But in the next second, platinum drilled into his sight.
It wasn't that he was slow, it was that Malfoy was fast.
Malfoy was still accelerating, on this dangerous track.
Not to be outdone, Harry also accelerated.
Instead of slowing down, the two of them were getting faster and faster below.
The Golden Snitch jumped out, and the two of them were followed by only blurred afterimages.
Marcus Flint watched this scene, and he recalled bits and pieces of training.
At that time, Malfoy seemed to be a different person. He was completely crazy. He was the most miserable and tired. When everyone was complaining, he still persisted.
Gradually, Malfoy took over the responsibility of his own captain, driving the whole team to persevere by himself.
He is like this, how can he lose!
Marcus Flint's eyes were red, he shouted loudly, "We're Slytherins!!!"
He seldom does this in games, and more of them are tricks constantly.
This voice woke up all the team members.
They roared: "Noble Slytherin, defend the honor to the death!"
The six roared with a sense of going forward bravely, completely different from the despicable and insidious appearance of Slytherin in Gryffindor's impression.
Katie was in a daze, but Montague snatched the Quaffle and scored the goal.
Cheers erupted from the Slytherin stands.
John saw this scene.
"We were born in the mire,
we long for power,
We are full of ambition,
We are strong and calm,
We hold ourselves gracefully,
We never regret,
We are Slytherins. "
The voice clearly spread throughout the Quidditch pitch, and the restless stands fell into silence.
He continued:
"We chase after glory,
We defend the glory,
We witness the glory,
We... are the glory. "
Every Slytherin has a kind of fanaticism in his eyes at this moment.
Like witness kings, they clenched their fists.
It is not known who took the lead, a word was shouted in every Slytherin population.
"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 mass condensed into a terrifying force.
Every Slytherin seemed to have infinite power pouring out of him, and the six members of the Slytherin team became even stronger.
The score was being drawn quickly, and Wood was anxious when he saw this, and he didn't dare to look at Harry's situation.
After the word of glory was exported, the Slytherin team was like a bloody chicken.
Even when he saw Warrington, that soft bastard was hit in the nose by a Bludger, he didn't say a word. They were like fanatical believers, and the word "glory" meant faith.
Malfoy, who was chasing the snitch, heard the voice, and scenes of hard training flashed through his mind.
What is that for?
For glory!
So what are you waiting for?
Malfoy immediately speeded up to full speed, and the Golden Snitch suddenly fell and flew towards the ground.
How familiar this scene was, Malfoy swooped down without hesitation.
Harry walked side by side with him, and fell quickly towards the ground.
With everyone's hearts in their throats, Hermione and Ron stood up, looking over there nervously.
The former Malfoy gave up, but the current Malfoy will not!
Malfoy roared, "Come here!"
Both hands grabbed the Golden Snitch almost at the same time, and they fell off the broomstick in no particular order, rolling out two trails on the ground, forming a "V".
Everyone stood up, they were looking forward to it, and Ron muttered nervously: "Harry, please make sure it's Harry..."
Hermione watched nervously, seeing the way Harry fell, she might have fallen in pain.
The students of the four houses were all staring at the two clasped hands, Harry's right hand and Malfoy's left hand.
At this moment, Harry recovered from the stunned fall, and he clenched his fists.
next moment.
Harry smiled. He opened his right hand and held it up high, holding the Snitch.
"I caught it!"
Gryffindor erupted into loud cheers, and Slytherin was in mourning.
Ms Hooch blows the closing whistle.
"competition is over."
"Slytherin wins!"
The smile froze, the Gryffindor students were stunned, and Ron looked angrily at Ernie McMillan who spoke.
I saw Professor McGonagall pale in astonishment, and Snape had a smile on his mouth.
The scorer placed on the table freezes.
180:190
That ten-point difference was thrown in by Montague at the cost of being hit by a Bludger and breaking his nose.
Nosebleeds kept coming from his nose.
No one expected it to be so dramatic.
Harry caught the Snitch, but Gryffindor lost the match.
Malfoy sat on the ground, his dull eyes regained their brilliance when he heard the sound.
He staggered up and opened his mouth to look at Harry with complicated eyes.
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.
In the Slytherin stands, the cheers were deafening.
The players rushed to Montague, jumping on top of him excitedly.
Malfoy looked desolate, but in the next second, he was pushed to the ground with five or six people on his body.
"We succeeded, Draco, defend the glory!"
"You fly amazingly!"
"When I dropped the Firebolt, I freaked out."
Unlike the previous loss to Gryffindor, this time Malfoy was buried in the cheers.
"Yeah, we won," Malfoy said belatedly.
The corners of the mouth couldn't help but rise up wildly, and finally turned into a wild laugh.
The king of Gryffindor is Harry Potter.
Then Slytherin itself is the king of the four houses.
The new king failed to ascend the throne, and Slytherin defended his glory.
We are glory.
Glory to Slytherin!
...
Dumbledore is in charge of presenting the award, which is Slytherin's eighth title.
But this time, there was complexity in Dumbledore's eyes.
Dumbledore looked at the boy who also stood up and cheered. He turned Slytherin from sand into green glass.
And he will be the king of Slytherin.
John Wick.
...
