Chapter 369 Bloody Quidditch

Chapter 369 Bloody Quidditch

Between the two teams, tit for tat, you come and go, it is not desirable to ignore the opponent, but it is also not desirable to follow the opponent. Any negligence can allow the opponent to get more points, and random blind obedience will only bring about disastrous consequences.

In an instant, the Bulgarian team's Seeker, as if he had discovered the Golden Snitch, swooped down at an astonishing high speed. The Irish Seekers competed against each other, flying at the same speed without giving in.

During the chase, the ground is getting closer and closer to them, and everyone has no idea of ​​stopping, they are waiting for the opponent's flaw.

The slight difference in strength was completely exposed at this moment. The moment the Bulgarian team's Seeker touched the ground, he circled and rose again like a dragonfly. The Irish Seeker lost control and slammed into the ground hard.

In an instant, the team's doctor rushed to the Irish Seeker's side and gave him emergency treatment to get him back into the fray.

The Bulgarian team's Seeker, ascended into the sky, overlooking the entire stadium, flying at high speed, using precious time to find the Golden Snitch. As long as they catch the Snitch, they can win the game.

The morale of the Bulgarian team was high, and the crowd cheered loudly, cheering for their team and their Seekers.

With the help of doctors and a short period of suppressing the injury, the Irish team's Seeker regained some physical strength. There was no time to rest, he was in the sky again in an instant, and continued to compete with the Bulgarian team Seekers, you chased me.

Bulgaria won the Seeker, but Ireland won the Seeker, and the game was a team game.

While the Bulgarian Seeker was teasing the Irish Seeker, the Irish Chaser kept expanding the score. Their chasing hands are so good, their terrifying scoring ability completely overwhelms the Bulgarian team's formation.

In less than half an hour, the Irish team, already leading by 100 points, was in trouble.

Once the moment of crisis is reached, Quidditch begins to reveal its true colors, and the game of wizards is ultimately resolved by strength.

The game started to get heated, or rather, it started to get ugly.

Hit, hit, hit with the body. Collision, collision, muscle collision. Body to body collision, broom to broom. The sway of blood and passion, the struggle of muscles and strength.

The players waved sticks to each other, slammed into opponents at high speed, and they waved their fists and attacked opponents with the help of Bludgers.

All the strategies were racked by them, all the methods were exhausted by them, just to win the score, just to win the victory.

Quidditch is a battlefield, a display of wizarding power and wisdom. It's not civilized, it's even a little barbaric, but that's it, sports games have always only been won and lost, and there's no justice.

Referees also get busy, and they need to distinguish which fouls need to be called and which fouls can be ignored.

One free throw after another, one foul after another, one player after another was injured and rotated, and one player after another barely bandaged flew into the sky again, continuing the game and continuing to fight.

Sweat dripped, blood dripped, and the fighting spirit and fighting spirit of the players also dripped.

This is a full-scale war, this is the final struggle, and even the team's mascots have violent conflicts. The leprechaun rose into the air, transformed into a giant hand, and made a rudely defiant gesture at the Veela.

Veela didn't give in, they flew up, claws and claws, their beautiful faces became terrifying and contorted, and they summoned a handful of flames and threw them at the leprechaun.

The Quidditch match has entered the most intense state, the battle between players has entered the most intense state, and the battle between the teams has also entered the most intense state.

George is also ready to shoot when necessary.

He has to be careful, the players have started fighting, the mascot has started fighting, and he has to be on guard, don't fight between spectators and supporters.

The scene was chaotic, and wizards from the Ministry of Magic rushed into the arena, trying to separate the leprechauns from the veela. But to no avail, and in the end they themselves joined the fight, and the arena became chaotic.

George kept an eye on the auditorium, and if he noticed any changes, he immediately took action.

He secretly speculated in his heart that if the dark wizard had the intention to make a move at this time, as long as he caused the audience to fight, the audience would be able to complete the feat that Voldemort could not accomplish in hundreds of years.

This kind of large-scale event, once a battle occurs, will cause enough casualties to make a magical country disappear and destroy.

It has to be said that before the advent of weapons of mass destruction, conflict and chaos always caused the most deaths.

The game of Quidditch has turned into a complete war, with everyone wounded and blood splattered. Even the brightest flyer on the field, the Bulgarian Seeker, got his nose crooked.

This even affected his flight. He could no longer fly as dexterously and easily as before. At high altitude, his flight path even skewed.

Chaos has a tendency to spread further.

"Or I should stop this." George began to think again, "It's definitely not going to be too outrageous, now there are tens of thousands of spectators in the Quidditch World Cup, disturbing these angry spectators, that's not a Smart choice."

Fortunately, George is not alone in wanting to end the game. The Irish team's Seeker, suddenly swooped down wildly, following the direction of his sprint, George saw, it was the Golden Snitch, just catch it and the game is over.

The Bulgarian Seeker, the brilliant flyer, followed, and he accelerated without hesitation, faster than any Irish player.

The audience also noticed, screaming loudly, waving streamers in their hands and struggling to cheer for their players.

"They're going to hit the ground." Hermione screamed, this high-speed flight completely exceeded the speed that ordinary people could control.

"No." Ron shouted, the two Seekers were flying so fast that their shadows were blurred, and Ron could only trust their abilities.

"The Irish Seeker will." Harry shouted, he could see that the Irish Seeker was not in good shape, and the impact just now affected his state. And this time the acceleration is faster than before, and he will hit the ground.

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