Chapter 319 [Big Chapter] The Quidditch final trophy belongs to you!Ula!
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He Dian Bai Kai Shui
"Oh my god, are you poking into a spider's nest?" Hermione stood on the ground, slightly wide-eyed, looking at the large group of spider legs behind the broomsticks of the four of them.
"It's just like you said." Suer put his hand on the end of the broom and pulled hard, pulling the vines away. "Fred and George went to poke the spider's nest."
"It's been a great harvest, Hermione." Fred blinked and took out a small cloth bag from his arms, with the sound of glass bottles clinking inside.
"It's a pity that there are still some spider legs that I didn't have time to bring with me." George said regretfully, "Harry, be careful, don't grab them with your hands. It won't feel good if you get scratched."
"Hey, Harry, why are you here?" Hermione then noticed Harry's figure.
"Good evening, Hermione." Harry heard George's voice and retracted his hand, picking a blade of grass from his head.
"Fred and George said there was an exciting adventure tonight, so I'm here too."
"What a mess." Hermione shook her head, "If you miss the Quidditch final because of this injury, Wood will definitely want to kill George and Fred."
"Oh, don't say that, Hermione, Harry has trained enough during this period." Fred said with a smile, "There's no point in training anymore, it's better to come out and relax."
"That's it!" George reached out and gave Fred a high-five.
"Okay, let's hurry up and find a place to make a fire to roast the spider legs. I brought salt and pepper, so we can have a good meal today." Suer said at this time.
"Wait, Soul." Hermione took a step forward, picked a leaf from Soul's shoulder, and patted his shoulder gently to brush off the grass clippings.
"Oh..." Fred screamed when he saw this scene, "I smell a sour smell, I think we shouldn't be here."
"That's right, Fred, let's go collect firewood quickly. Look at the look in Sol's eyes. I feel like we are too embarrassed to kiss before them." George climbed onto Harry's shoulder and moved his other hand casually. Casts a levitating spell on the spider legs.
"Get out!" Suer waved his hands at them angrily.
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On the first Saturday after the Easter holiday, the stadium was noisy. Three-quarters of the spectators were wearing bright red rosettes, waving red flags with the Gryffindor lion, or playing 'checkered flags'. Come on Lanffindor! ''The lion wins the cup! ' and other words banner.
From this we can see that Slytherin is really unpopular.
Of course, the Slytherin team also has the support of its own house. In the stands behind the Slytherin goal post, there are two hundred people wearing green ornaments, and the silver snake pattern shines on their flag.
Almost all the professors are here. This is the annual Quidditch final day. They will not miss this duel, not to mention that Gryffindor is almost a model of counterattack.
This is bound to be an exciting showdown.
The commentator was still Gryffindor's Lee Jordan, and his words were always blatantly biased towards Gryffindor.
"Look, here comes the Gryffindor team, widely considered the best Hogwarts team! Look we have the Firebolt! It's so pretty, isn't it."
"Ahem." Professor McGonagall coughed, causing Jordan to realize that he still had a team he hadn't introduced yet.
"Slytherin is also on the field." Jordan's tone was flat, completely different from when he introduced Gryffindor. "The team is led by Captain Flint. We can see that he has made some adjustments to the lineup, and it seems to be more Focus on size rather than technology---"
There were boos in the field, mostly coming from the square formation behind the Slytherin goal post, drowning out Jordan's commentary.
In fact, anyone with a discerning eye can see that the Slytherin lineup is tall and strong except for Malfoy.
"Three...two...one...beep..." Mrs. Huo Qi blew the silver whistle hard, but the whistle was suddenly drowned out by the cheers of the audience.
Fourteen broomsticks soared into the sky. Harry seemed to be a natural Quidditch player. The nervousness on his face before the start of the game suddenly disappeared, replaced by a kind of excitement, and his hair flowed back. , the Firebolt really lived up to its name, carrying Harry straight into the sky like an arrow.
Harry occupied a high place on the field and flew around the field, pausing occasionally to look for the Golden Snitch. Malfoy followed closely behind him in a green robe. The two of them hovered over the Quidditch field, like two butterflies on the grass. Flying in circles.
"Oh, the Deha party would be absolutely ecstatic if they could see this scene." Su Er muttered in his heart.
"Oops." Hermione beside her suddenly exclaimed, "This is too much!"
Below Harry and Malfoy was a fierce competition. Just as Jordan was shouting passionately for Gryffindor player Angelina's score, Captain Flint of Slytherin hit Angelina hard and almost knocked her down. Angelina knocked off the broom.
There were boos everywhere, but Flint said something to Angelina like nothing happened and flew away.
"This is a foul! A naked foul! I think the referee must give Gryffindor a free throw!!" Jordan's voice rang.
But Mrs. Huo Qi seemed to think this was in line with the rules, so she was indifferent.
The boos got louder.
Then, Suhr saw this scene - Fred took the bat and hit Flint hard on the back of the head.
Anyone with a discerning eye can see that Fred did this on purpose.
Ha, Fred must have come to avenge Angelina. Suer turned the telescope and saw the heroic girl giving Fred her thumb.
There is definitely something going on between these two.
"Oh, I'm sorry, I thought it was a Bludger. Your head looks so much like a Bludger!" There was a sudden silence in the field because of Fred's words, but then, Fred's explanation suddenly The venue was filled with joy and loud screams of laughter.
Mrs. Huo Qi couldn't remain indifferent now. This was a bad foul and he hit both sides.
"Alia made a successful free throw! Now Gryffindor leads [-]-[-]!" Jordan's voice resounded throughout the stadium, causing another wave of cheers.
Slytherin's free throw was unsuccessful, and Wood's beautiful save made the Slytherin square boo louder.
"Thirty to zero!!" Jordan shouted again, followed by a burst of curses, "You despicable and shameless people--"
In the middle of his curse, the microphone was snatched away by Professor McGonagall - "If you can't explain it fairly!"
Gryffindor's goal was a penalty kick because Slytherin's chaser reached out to grab the hair of a Gryffindor girl named Katie. No matter what game it is in, the attacking player itself is very Bad foul play.
The Slytherin players looked very anxious. It had been a long time since the game started and they hadn't scored a single goal. This made the actions of these big men blatant.
"Bang!" Slytherin's two batters collided hard in mid-air. They were trying to attack and outflank Harry, but Harry's Firebolt was much more maneuverable than Nimbus 2001. The reaction Very quickly, Harry directly avoided this outflanking.
Lee Jordan used even more words to ridicule, but the next moment, his voice became furious.
There was a loud cheer from behind the Slytherin goal post, because Slytherin finally scored.
The next game became even dirtier. Slytherin frequently fouled, attacked the opponent's players with bats, and used the words Fred used to excuse himself. Soul could see the cheek of the girl being attacked through the telescope. There was a bruise on it.
Of course Mrs. Hooch would not remain indifferent. She blew the whistle and awarded each side a penalty kick. Wood bravely pounced on the ball and completed a beautiful save. The score was stretched to [-] to [-], and Gryffindor took the lead. .
The girl with a bruise on her face was furious, like Popeye who had eaten spinach. Under the protection of Fred and George, she quickly completed a score!
"Fifty to ten! Let's cheer for Katie!!" Jordan shouted at the top of his lungs.
From this moment on, the game became chaotic. Slytherin frequently used his strong body to make foul moves, but their skills were so clumsy that everyone on the stage saw it as blatant.
Mrs. Hooch acted as a righteous referee and carried out justice. Slytherin was frequently awarded free throws. Jordan's curses and boos from the stands echoed over the Quidditch pitch.
Sixty to ten!Seventy to ten!
As Slytherin lost points again and again, captain Flint looked ferocious and flew around the field angrily scolding his teammates.
Gryffindor is sixty points ahead!Harry, who had been paying attention to the score changes, became excited. Now, as long as he catches the Golden Snitch, the victory and the trophy will all belong to Gryffindor.
Hundreds of pairs of eyes were fixed on Harry.
"Harry, he found the Golden Snitch." Ron's voice sounded beside Neville, urgent and nervous. Soul raised his telescope and stared at Harry.
But just as Harry was preparing to dive, an incident occurred that made the whole audience excited.
Malfoy rode his broom and suddenly grabbed the tail of Harry's Firebolt, holding back Harry as he prepared to speed up.
"Shameless gangster!! Despicable and shameless bastard----" Jordan roared into the microphone, and at the same time, Mrs. Hooch blew the whistle.
"I've never seen anything like this! Gryffindor penalty!!!" She screamed and rushed into the sky, spitting at Malfoy who had just returned to his broom.
"Despicable foul play!!!"
Malfoy's actions made the entire Gryffindor team furious. Jordan was still yelling, scolding Mrs. Hooch's punishment for being too light. Malfoy should be given a direct red card!
The person responsible for the free throws was another girl from the Gryffindor team. Unfortunately, there seemed to be something wrong with her accuracy due to anger, and she was unable to score this time for Gryffindor.
The game continues.
"Slytherin holds the ball, Slytherin holds the ball and shoots! Oh----" Jordan groaned weakly, "Montey scored, the current score is---seventy to twenty, Gryffindor is ahead."
In the sky above the stadium, Malfoy and Harry were stuck together. If they were butterflies flying gracefully just now, they were now double helices of DNA tightly entwined.
Deha Party is ecstatic!
But if you can see the expressions of the two seekers, you can see that the atmosphere between them is not at all charming, and the sparks between the two eyes are about to ignite.
"Angelina grabbed the Quaffle! Come on! Angelina! Come on!" Jordan was still explaining tirelessly. After all, the main body of the game was the collision between the players on both sides except the seekers. The golfer’s shining moment is yet to come.
Slytherin's goalkeepers all came out, and they swarmed up, preparing to surround Angelina collectively.
At this time, Harry turned the Firebolt and rushed towards the Slytherin players.
"Harry is coming to the rescue!" Jordan shouted, but the next moment, he noticed the excited expression on the face of Slytherin Seeker Malfoy and his movements of preparing to dive,
"No, Slytherin's Seeker seemed to have found traces of the Golden Snitch. He was about to swoop, but he rushed out! Is this the end of Gryffindor?"
Jordan's voice was full of desperation, even though Angelina had already broken through the block and scored a goal for Gryffindor.
Eighty to twenty, but no one cheered because the game was over at this moment or the next.
"Harry reacted. He reacted. The outstanding performance of the Firebolt allowed him to brake in time and turn the broom to rush towards Malfoy. Both of them aimed at the same point."
"Can he succeed?"
"Quick, Harry, quick!"
Without Jordan's urging, Harry really tried to speed up the broom, and headed straight for the impact point like a bullet. At the same impact point as Malfoy, he saw the golden Snitch.
"He caught up. The Firebolt was completely incomparable to Nimbus 2001. Its outstanding acceleration function allowed it to quickly catch up with Malfoy, and the two of them were side by side."
"Malfoy jumped out, and Harry also gave up the broom!" Jordan explained dutifully in a hoarse voice.
"Malfoy's hand was blocked by Harry, which is completely in line with the rules!"
"No doubt! No doubt!! Harry Potter fell on the lawn, but we all saw it!!"
"Harry Potter caught the Golden Snitch!! Game over!!!"
"Gryffindor wins, this year's Quidditch trophy belongs to---"
"G-Lan-Fon-Do!!! Ula!!"
"Bang!" This was the sound of the microphone being smashed on the table by the excited Jordan, and streams of streamers sprayed out from the stands, flying in the air.
A torrent of red rushed down the stands and into the field with cheers.
Harry stood up straight and raised his hands high. There was a small golden ball flapping desperately.
"It's just like you said." Suer put his hand on the end of the broom and pulled hard, pulling the vines away. "Fred and George went to poke the spider's nest."
"It's been a great harvest, Hermione." Fred blinked and took out a small cloth bag from his arms, with the sound of glass bottles clinking inside.
"It's a pity that there are still some spider legs that I didn't have time to bring with me." George said regretfully, "Harry, be careful, don't grab them with your hands. It won't feel good if you get scratched."
"Hey, Harry, why are you here?" Hermione then noticed Harry's figure.
"Good evening, Hermione." Harry heard George's voice and retracted his hand, picking a blade of grass from his head.
"Fred and George said there was an exciting adventure tonight, so I'm here too."
"What a mess." Hermione shook her head, "If you miss the Quidditch final because of this injury, Wood will definitely want to kill George and Fred."
"Oh, don't say that, Hermione, Harry has trained enough during this period." Fred said with a smile, "There's no point in training anymore, it's better to come out and relax."
"That's it!" George reached out and gave Fred a high-five.
"Okay, let's hurry up and find a place to make a fire to roast the spider legs. I brought salt and pepper, so we can have a good meal today." Suer said at this time.
"Wait, Soul." Hermione took a step forward, picked a leaf from Soul's shoulder, and patted his shoulder gently to brush off the grass clippings.
"Oh..." Fred screamed when he saw this scene, "I smell a sour smell, I think we shouldn't be here."
"That's right, Fred, let's go collect firewood quickly. Look at the look in Sol's eyes. I feel like we are too embarrassed to kiss before them." George climbed onto Harry's shoulder and moved his other hand casually. Casts a levitating spell on the spider legs.
"Get out!" Suer waved his hands at them angrily.
……
On the first Saturday after the Easter holiday, the stadium was noisy. Three-quarters of the spectators were wearing bright red rosettes, waving red flags with the Gryffindor lion, or playing 'checkered flags'. Come on Lanffindor! ''The lion wins the cup! ' and other words banner.
From this we can see that Slytherin is really unpopular.
Of course, the Slytherin team also has the support of its own house. In the stands behind the Slytherin goal post, there are two hundred people wearing green ornaments, and the silver snake pattern shines on their flag.
Almost all the professors are here. This is the annual Quidditch final day. They will not miss this duel, not to mention that Gryffindor is almost a model of counterattack.
This is bound to be an exciting showdown.
The commentator was still Gryffindor's Lee Jordan, and his words were always blatantly biased towards Gryffindor.
"Look, here comes the Gryffindor team, widely considered the best Hogwarts team! Look we have the Firebolt! It's so pretty, isn't it."
"Ahem." Professor McGonagall coughed, causing Jordan to realize that he still had a team he hadn't introduced yet.
"Slytherin is also on the field." Jordan's tone was flat, completely different from when he introduced Gryffindor. "The team is led by Captain Flint. We can see that he has made some adjustments to the lineup, and it seems to be more Focus on size rather than technology---"
There were boos in the field, mostly coming from the square formation behind the Slytherin goal post, drowning out Jordan's commentary.
In fact, anyone with a discerning eye can see that the Slytherin lineup is tall and strong except for Malfoy.
"Three...two...one...beep..." Mrs. Huo Qi blew the silver whistle hard, but the whistle was suddenly drowned out by the cheers of the audience.
Fourteen broomsticks soared into the sky. Harry seemed to be a natural Quidditch player. The nervousness on his face before the start of the game suddenly disappeared, replaced by a kind of excitement, and his hair flowed back. , the Firebolt really lived up to its name, carrying Harry straight into the sky like an arrow.
Harry occupied a high place on the field and flew around the field, pausing occasionally to look for the Golden Snitch. Malfoy followed closely behind him in a green robe. The two of them hovered over the Quidditch field, like two butterflies on the grass. Flying in circles.
"Oh, the Deha party would be absolutely ecstatic if they could see this scene." Su Er muttered in his heart.
"Oops." Hermione beside her suddenly exclaimed, "This is too much!"
Below Harry and Malfoy was a fierce competition. Just as Jordan was shouting passionately for Gryffindor player Angelina's score, Captain Flint of Slytherin hit Angelina hard and almost knocked her down. Angelina knocked off the broom.
There were boos everywhere, but Flint said something to Angelina like nothing happened and flew away.
"This is a foul! A naked foul! I think the referee must give Gryffindor a free throw!!" Jordan's voice rang.
But Mrs. Huo Qi seemed to think this was in line with the rules, so she was indifferent.
The boos got louder.
Then, Suhr saw this scene - Fred took the bat and hit Flint hard on the back of the head.
Anyone with a discerning eye can see that Fred did this on purpose.
Ha, Fred must have come to avenge Angelina. Suer turned the telescope and saw the heroic girl giving Fred her thumb.
There is definitely something going on between these two.
"Oh, I'm sorry, I thought it was a Bludger. Your head looks so much like a Bludger!" There was a sudden silence in the field because of Fred's words, but then, Fred's explanation suddenly The venue was filled with joy and loud screams of laughter.
Mrs. Huo Qi couldn't remain indifferent now. This was a bad foul and he hit both sides.
"Alia made a successful free throw! Now Gryffindor leads [-]-[-]!" Jordan's voice resounded throughout the stadium, causing another wave of cheers.
Slytherin's free throw was unsuccessful, and Wood's beautiful save made the Slytherin square boo louder.
"Thirty to zero!!" Jordan shouted again, followed by a burst of curses, "You despicable and shameless people--"
In the middle of his curse, the microphone was snatched away by Professor McGonagall - "If you can't explain it fairly!"
Gryffindor's goal was a penalty kick because Slytherin's chaser reached out to grab the hair of a Gryffindor girl named Katie. No matter what game it is in, the attacking player itself is very Bad foul play.
The Slytherin players looked very anxious. It had been a long time since the game started and they hadn't scored a single goal. This made the actions of these big men blatant.
"Bang!" Slytherin's two batters collided hard in mid-air. They were trying to attack and outflank Harry, but Harry's Firebolt was much more maneuverable than Nimbus 2001. The reaction Very quickly, Harry directly avoided this outflanking.
Lee Jordan used even more words to ridicule, but the next moment, his voice became furious.
There was a loud cheer from behind the Slytherin goal post, because Slytherin finally scored.
The next game became even dirtier. Slytherin frequently fouled, attacked the opponent's players with bats, and used the words Fred used to excuse himself. Soul could see the cheek of the girl being attacked through the telescope. There was a bruise on it.
Of course Mrs. Hooch would not remain indifferent. She blew the whistle and awarded each side a penalty kick. Wood bravely pounced on the ball and completed a beautiful save. The score was stretched to [-] to [-], and Gryffindor took the lead. .
The girl with a bruise on her face was furious, like Popeye who had eaten spinach. Under the protection of Fred and George, she quickly completed a score!
"Fifty to ten! Let's cheer for Katie!!" Jordan shouted at the top of his lungs.
From this moment on, the game became chaotic. Slytherin frequently used his strong body to make foul moves, but their skills were so clumsy that everyone on the stage saw it as blatant.
Mrs. Hooch acted as a righteous referee and carried out justice. Slytherin was frequently awarded free throws. Jordan's curses and boos from the stands echoed over the Quidditch pitch.
Sixty to ten!Seventy to ten!
As Slytherin lost points again and again, captain Flint looked ferocious and flew around the field angrily scolding his teammates.
Gryffindor is sixty points ahead!Harry, who had been paying attention to the score changes, became excited. Now, as long as he catches the Golden Snitch, the victory and the trophy will all belong to Gryffindor.
Hundreds of pairs of eyes were fixed on Harry.
"Harry, he found the Golden Snitch." Ron's voice sounded beside Neville, urgent and nervous. Soul raised his telescope and stared at Harry.
But just as Harry was preparing to dive, an incident occurred that made the whole audience excited.
Malfoy rode his broom and suddenly grabbed the tail of Harry's Firebolt, holding back Harry as he prepared to speed up.
"Shameless gangster!! Despicable and shameless bastard----" Jordan roared into the microphone, and at the same time, Mrs. Hooch blew the whistle.
"I've never seen anything like this! Gryffindor penalty!!!" She screamed and rushed into the sky, spitting at Malfoy who had just returned to his broom.
"Despicable foul play!!!"
Malfoy's actions made the entire Gryffindor team furious. Jordan was still yelling, scolding Mrs. Hooch's punishment for being too light. Malfoy should be given a direct red card!
The person responsible for the free throws was another girl from the Gryffindor team. Unfortunately, there seemed to be something wrong with her accuracy due to anger, and she was unable to score this time for Gryffindor.
The game continues.
"Slytherin holds the ball, Slytherin holds the ball and shoots! Oh----" Jordan groaned weakly, "Montey scored, the current score is---seventy to twenty, Gryffindor is ahead."
In the sky above the stadium, Malfoy and Harry were stuck together. If they were butterflies flying gracefully just now, they were now double helices of DNA tightly entwined.
Deha Party is ecstatic!
But if you can see the expressions of the two seekers, you can see that the atmosphere between them is not at all charming, and the sparks between the two eyes are about to ignite.
"Angelina grabbed the Quaffle! Come on! Angelina! Come on!" Jordan was still explaining tirelessly. After all, the main body of the game was the collision between the players on both sides except the seekers. The golfer’s shining moment is yet to come.
Slytherin's goalkeepers all came out, and they swarmed up, preparing to surround Angelina collectively.
At this time, Harry turned the Firebolt and rushed towards the Slytherin players.
"Harry is coming to the rescue!" Jordan shouted, but the next moment, he noticed the excited expression on the face of Slytherin Seeker Malfoy and his movements of preparing to dive,
"No, Slytherin's Seeker seemed to have found traces of the Golden Snitch. He was about to swoop, but he rushed out! Is this the end of Gryffindor?"
Jordan's voice was full of desperation, even though Angelina had already broken through the block and scored a goal for Gryffindor.
Eighty to twenty, but no one cheered because the game was over at this moment or the next.
"Harry reacted. He reacted. The outstanding performance of the Firebolt allowed him to brake in time and turn the broom to rush towards Malfoy. Both of them aimed at the same point."
"Can he succeed?"
"Quick, Harry, quick!"
Without Jordan's urging, Harry really tried to speed up the broom, and headed straight for the impact point like a bullet. At the same impact point as Malfoy, he saw the golden Snitch.
"He caught up. The Firebolt was completely incomparable to Nimbus 2001. Its outstanding acceleration function allowed it to quickly catch up with Malfoy, and the two of them were side by side."
"Malfoy jumped out, and Harry also gave up the broom!" Jordan explained dutifully in a hoarse voice.
"Malfoy's hand was blocked by Harry, which is completely in line with the rules!"
"No doubt! No doubt!! Harry Potter fell on the lawn, but we all saw it!!"
"Harry Potter caught the Golden Snitch!! Game over!!!"
"Gryffindor wins, this year's Quidditch trophy belongs to---"
"G-Lan-Fon-Do!!! Ula!!"
"Bang!" This was the sound of the microphone being smashed on the table by the excited Jordan, and streams of streamers sprayed out from the stands, flying in the air.
A torrent of red rushed down the stands and into the field with cheers.
Harry stood up straight and raised his hands high. There was a small golden ball flapping desperately.
