Chapter 306 The Loser is Still the Loser and the Winner is Still the Winner
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Nan Shan Dou Xi
Same movement, same 'V' scratches.
Angelina's roar echoed across the Quidditch pitch.
"Defend!"
As long as they defend, they can win.
Angelina pinned all her hopes on Harry.
Monty gets knocked off the broom by the Bludger and the Quaffle is broken.
Everyone in Gryffindor raised their hearts, the score is now 130:20
As long as Harry catches the Snitch, they win.
Ms. Hooch paused the game and went to check on the two of them. Malfoy stood up first, and he opened his clenched hands. There was no golden snitch in his empty hands.
"awesome!"
Cheers came from the Gryffindor stands, and Malfoy missed the Snitch again.
Under the eyes of everyone, Harry finally stood up.
He clenched his right hand tightly and opened it slowly.
The Weasley twins made faces at Goyle and Crabbe, and Angelina even figured out how to compliment Harry.
Under everyone's gaze, the right hand was fully opened.
Lee Jordan's surprised and confused voice sounded.
"empty?"
Unexpectedly, Harry didn't catch the Snitch either.
Because of the dazzling moment, he missed it.
The action just now was too intense, and the two fell down after colliding. They didn't notice that the golden snitch slipped away from their fingertips.
"this means……"
Some people reacted with hindsight.
"The game is not over yet!" Lee Jordan yelled.
The teams in the stadium regained their senses, yes, the game is not over.
Angelina's heart sank to the bottom, Montague rubbed her head and got up from the ground.
Fortunately, Montague is strong enough, otherwise this ball could make him retire.
Picking up the broom, Montague flew up.
After Ms. Hooch confirmed that the two were fine, she announced the resumption of the game.
The two sides once again returned to the fierce competition of chasing each other.
Even though Angelina tried every means to intercept, Gryffindor's score was still widened in the face of the overwhelmingly superior Trident attack.
In the end, Gryffindor was powerless.
And at this moment, the Golden Snitch appeared again.
Harry and Malfoy chased after the Snitch, and finally Harry caught the Snitch in a very embarrassing roll.
But doing so has no effect except to make Gryffindor look better.
The score is fixed at 240:190
Gryffindor is 50 points behind.
Just like the World Cup, Krum restored the last dignity for the Bulgarian team.
Slytherin cheered, Gryffindor looked down.
Harry silently patted the grass and dirt on his body, and Malfoy flew down on a broomstick with a mocking look on his face.
"Potter, it's a pity that you have changed the goalkeeper. Compared with the previous guy, Ron Weasley is like a sieve, isn't it?"
Hearing Malfoy insulting Ron, Harry roared angrily: "Shut up!"
"Hey, if it wasn't for his red uniform," Malfoy exclaimed, "I would have thought he was a Slytherin."
"I feel like I could write a song about his greatness."
Harry saw Ron fall from the goal and walked slowly back to the dressing room alone.
He was extremely angry, and Malfoy was still outputting.
"He always puts the ball in the goal, bless us to win this game." Malfoy was very embarrassed, humming a little song that he made up.
The other Gryffindor players fell one after another, and when they heard Malfoy singing there, they glared one by one.
While singing, Malfoy made another throwing motion.
Crabbe just landed, imitating Ron's frantic movements.
The Slytherin roared with laughter.
Harry's eyes were red, and he rushed towards Malfoy with a low growl.
Not just him, but the Weasley twins.
Although they teased Ron, the younger brother, they couldn't see others humiliating Ron.
Angelina wanted to stop it, but it was too late.
Harry was the closest to Malfoy and punched him with clenched fists.
Malfoy grinned, stepped back and dodged sideways, grabbed Harry by the sleeve and yanked.
Harry staggered, and couldn't help but fall backwards.
Malfoy bent over again to avoid the tacit combo of the twins, punched George in the face with his left fist, and kicked Fred in the stomach with his right kick.
Fred hugged the leg reluctantly, and Harry took the opportunity to get up and hug Malfoy's waist.
Malfoy kicked Fred on the shoulder with his left foot to get out of trouble, and the sweeping leg knocked down Harry who was coming from behind again.
Malfoy unreservedly gave Harry the resentment of being beaten by John last time.
The twins still want to help, Crabbe and Goyle appear, a pig rush, a bear's strength, each takes one away.
When Ms. Hooch came over with her wand and separated the four, the faces of the three Gryffindors were filled with color.
The corner of Malfoy's mouth was bleeding from being hit on the head by Harry just now.
Goyle and Crabbe grinned and wiped their nosebleeds.
"I've never seen such behavior!" Ms. Hooch was shaking with anger, "Go back to the castle, you go directly to the dean's office!"
The crowd in the stands was excited, and it seemed that they could not wait to fight in person.
Several people who fought were forcibly taken back to the dean's office.
Like a cock fighting, Malfoy held his head high and led Goyle and Crabbe to the front.
Astoria leaned against her sister and said worriedly, "Are they going to be okay?"
"Unless Snape is under the Imperius Curse," John chuckled, "they'll be fine."
Malfoy lived up to the long training, he could punch three Harrys with his fists.
I don't know what Harry was thinking, but he punched Malfoy.
Doesn't he know how the two imprints on the edge of the black lake came to be?
As John said, Snape had no intention of punishing the three of Malfoy, after all, they were not the first to strike.
And Crabbe and Goyle were smart enough to kick the twins instead of fighting.
On the other hand, even if they lost the game, they still fought.
Even if you fight, you still lose!
Professor McGonagall's face was terrifyingly pale, and he wanted the three of them to reflect.
As a result, Umbridge came over with a big grin like a shark smelling fishy.
Three people were suspended.
At least while Umbridge was still at school, none of the three were in the next Quidditch match.
This made Angelina, the Quidditch captain, want to cry.
Originally, the strength of the people was not enough, and now the number of people was cut in half.
She has to recruit again.
The morale of the Gryffindor team fell again.
The three guys were still regretting that they didn't beat Malfoy to a pulp, Angelina roared: "You were almost beaten to a pulp by Slytherin!"
I don't even look at how badly I was beaten, none of the three guys can worry about it!
"I'm going to sleep," Angelina stood up slowly, and said in a hollow voice with a numb expression, "Maybe it's just a dream, but I'm still very touched when I wake up."
"Angelina, wake up, you don't have a light yellow dress and fluffy hair." Ginny hesitated to speak.
Obviously, she also felt that the captain Angelina was too miserable.
Alicia and Katie, the two chasing girls, were also afraid of their captain's mental state, and they chased after them to comfort Angelina.
Hermione didn't see Ron coming back and asked, "Did you see Ron?"
Harry shook his head. He had been taken to the dean's office.
"I think he's avoiding us," said Hermione worriedly. "Where do you think he's going to be?"
The voice fell, and there was movement from the doorway.
Ron came in through the doorway, very pale with snowflakes on his head.
Seeing Harry and Hermione, he had a feeling of being invisible.
"Where have you been?" Hermione asked eagerly, revealing concern.
"Take a walk." Ron was hit so hard that he was in a daze.
"Come and sit!" Hermione said in a serious voice, "You seem to be freezing."
Walking to the fireplace, Ron slumped on the sofa like a salted fish who had lost his dream.
"I'm sorry, it's all my fault." Ron looked at his toes, not daring to look at his good brother.
Because of their paper-thin defense, they lost the game.
"I thought I could play the odd ball myself," Ron said, "I'm going to ask to leave the team early tomorrow morning."
Harry said angrily: "You left the team, there are only three people left in the team."
Ron was stunned, he still didn't know what happened after he left.
Hermione told the story again, leaving Ron dumbfounded.
At this time Neville came back from the doorway, saw the lost Harry and Ron, opened his mouth, he held back.
In the end, he had no choice but to comfort him: "It's no shame to lose to Draco, he is very good at fighting, and last time he fought me for more than ten minutes before losing."
Harry: "..." Thank you for letting me know that I was abused by a miscellaneous fish.
...
Angelina's roar echoed across the Quidditch pitch.
"Defend!"
As long as they defend, they can win.
Angelina pinned all her hopes on Harry.
Monty gets knocked off the broom by the Bludger and the Quaffle is broken.
Everyone in Gryffindor raised their hearts, the score is now 130:20
As long as Harry catches the Snitch, they win.
Ms. Hooch paused the game and went to check on the two of them. Malfoy stood up first, and he opened his clenched hands. There was no golden snitch in his empty hands.
"awesome!"
Cheers came from the Gryffindor stands, and Malfoy missed the Snitch again.
Under the eyes of everyone, Harry finally stood up.
He clenched his right hand tightly and opened it slowly.
The Weasley twins made faces at Goyle and Crabbe, and Angelina even figured out how to compliment Harry.
Under everyone's gaze, the right hand was fully opened.
Lee Jordan's surprised and confused voice sounded.
"empty?"
Unexpectedly, Harry didn't catch the Snitch either.
Because of the dazzling moment, he missed it.
The action just now was too intense, and the two fell down after colliding. They didn't notice that the golden snitch slipped away from their fingertips.
"this means……"
Some people reacted with hindsight.
"The game is not over yet!" Lee Jordan yelled.
The teams in the stadium regained their senses, yes, the game is not over.
Angelina's heart sank to the bottom, Montague rubbed her head and got up from the ground.
Fortunately, Montague is strong enough, otherwise this ball could make him retire.
Picking up the broom, Montague flew up.
After Ms. Hooch confirmed that the two were fine, she announced the resumption of the game.
The two sides once again returned to the fierce competition of chasing each other.
Even though Angelina tried every means to intercept, Gryffindor's score was still widened in the face of the overwhelmingly superior Trident attack.
In the end, Gryffindor was powerless.
And at this moment, the Golden Snitch appeared again.
Harry and Malfoy chased after the Snitch, and finally Harry caught the Snitch in a very embarrassing roll.
But doing so has no effect except to make Gryffindor look better.
The score is fixed at 240:190
Gryffindor is 50 points behind.
Just like the World Cup, Krum restored the last dignity for the Bulgarian team.
Slytherin cheered, Gryffindor looked down.
Harry silently patted the grass and dirt on his body, and Malfoy flew down on a broomstick with a mocking look on his face.
"Potter, it's a pity that you have changed the goalkeeper. Compared with the previous guy, Ron Weasley is like a sieve, isn't it?"
Hearing Malfoy insulting Ron, Harry roared angrily: "Shut up!"
"Hey, if it wasn't for his red uniform," Malfoy exclaimed, "I would have thought he was a Slytherin."
"I feel like I could write a song about his greatness."
Harry saw Ron fall from the goal and walked slowly back to the dressing room alone.
He was extremely angry, and Malfoy was still outputting.
"He always puts the ball in the goal, bless us to win this game." Malfoy was very embarrassed, humming a little song that he made up.
The other Gryffindor players fell one after another, and when they heard Malfoy singing there, they glared one by one.
While singing, Malfoy made another throwing motion.
Crabbe just landed, imitating Ron's frantic movements.
The Slytherin roared with laughter.
Harry's eyes were red, and he rushed towards Malfoy with a low growl.
Not just him, but the Weasley twins.
Although they teased Ron, the younger brother, they couldn't see others humiliating Ron.
Angelina wanted to stop it, but it was too late.
Harry was the closest to Malfoy and punched him with clenched fists.
Malfoy grinned, stepped back and dodged sideways, grabbed Harry by the sleeve and yanked.
Harry staggered, and couldn't help but fall backwards.
Malfoy bent over again to avoid the tacit combo of the twins, punched George in the face with his left fist, and kicked Fred in the stomach with his right kick.
Fred hugged the leg reluctantly, and Harry took the opportunity to get up and hug Malfoy's waist.
Malfoy kicked Fred on the shoulder with his left foot to get out of trouble, and the sweeping leg knocked down Harry who was coming from behind again.
Malfoy unreservedly gave Harry the resentment of being beaten by John last time.
The twins still want to help, Crabbe and Goyle appear, a pig rush, a bear's strength, each takes one away.
When Ms. Hooch came over with her wand and separated the four, the faces of the three Gryffindors were filled with color.
The corner of Malfoy's mouth was bleeding from being hit on the head by Harry just now.
Goyle and Crabbe grinned and wiped their nosebleeds.
"I've never seen such behavior!" Ms. Hooch was shaking with anger, "Go back to the castle, you go directly to the dean's office!"
The crowd in the stands was excited, and it seemed that they could not wait to fight in person.
Several people who fought were forcibly taken back to the dean's office.
Like a cock fighting, Malfoy held his head high and led Goyle and Crabbe to the front.
Astoria leaned against her sister and said worriedly, "Are they going to be okay?"
"Unless Snape is under the Imperius Curse," John chuckled, "they'll be fine."
Malfoy lived up to the long training, he could punch three Harrys with his fists.
I don't know what Harry was thinking, but he punched Malfoy.
Doesn't he know how the two imprints on the edge of the black lake came to be?
As John said, Snape had no intention of punishing the three of Malfoy, after all, they were not the first to strike.
And Crabbe and Goyle were smart enough to kick the twins instead of fighting.
On the other hand, even if they lost the game, they still fought.
Even if you fight, you still lose!
Professor McGonagall's face was terrifyingly pale, and he wanted the three of them to reflect.
As a result, Umbridge came over with a big grin like a shark smelling fishy.
Three people were suspended.
At least while Umbridge was still at school, none of the three were in the next Quidditch match.
This made Angelina, the Quidditch captain, want to cry.
Originally, the strength of the people was not enough, and now the number of people was cut in half.
She has to recruit again.
The morale of the Gryffindor team fell again.
The three guys were still regretting that they didn't beat Malfoy to a pulp, Angelina roared: "You were almost beaten to a pulp by Slytherin!"
I don't even look at how badly I was beaten, none of the three guys can worry about it!
"I'm going to sleep," Angelina stood up slowly, and said in a hollow voice with a numb expression, "Maybe it's just a dream, but I'm still very touched when I wake up."
"Angelina, wake up, you don't have a light yellow dress and fluffy hair." Ginny hesitated to speak.
Obviously, she also felt that the captain Angelina was too miserable.
Alicia and Katie, the two chasing girls, were also afraid of their captain's mental state, and they chased after them to comfort Angelina.
Hermione didn't see Ron coming back and asked, "Did you see Ron?"
Harry shook his head. He had been taken to the dean's office.
"I think he's avoiding us," said Hermione worriedly. "Where do you think he's going to be?"
The voice fell, and there was movement from the doorway.
Ron came in through the doorway, very pale with snowflakes on his head.
Seeing Harry and Hermione, he had a feeling of being invisible.
"Where have you been?" Hermione asked eagerly, revealing concern.
"Take a walk." Ron was hit so hard that he was in a daze.
"Come and sit!" Hermione said in a serious voice, "You seem to be freezing."
Walking to the fireplace, Ron slumped on the sofa like a salted fish who had lost his dream.
"I'm sorry, it's all my fault." Ron looked at his toes, not daring to look at his good brother.
Because of their paper-thin defense, they lost the game.
"I thought I could play the odd ball myself," Ron said, "I'm going to ask to leave the team early tomorrow morning."
Harry said angrily: "You left the team, there are only three people left in the team."
Ron was stunned, he still didn't know what happened after he left.
Hermione told the story again, leaving Ron dumbfounded.
At this time Neville came back from the doorway, saw the lost Harry and Ron, opened his mouth, he held back.
In the end, he had no choice but to comfort him: "It's no shame to lose to Draco, he is very good at fighting, and last time he fought me for more than ten minutes before losing."
Harry: "..." Thank you for letting me know that I was abused by a miscellaneous fish.
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