Chapter 120: A Brutal Match.

"Bang!" A sound of wooden boards bursting came from behind Harry.

Harry lowered his head quickly, and a crazy Bludger passed over Harry's head.

This has been the nth time.

Harry found the trace of the Golden Snitch, played a trick on Malfoy, and then accelerated at full speed, intending to catch the damn Golden Snitch and end this difficult game.

However, the idea is undoubtedly beautiful, and the reality is quite cruel!

Because it was a rainy day, Harry's vision was seriously hindered, which brought considerable trouble to Harry's work as a hunter.

In addition, Malfoy's Nimbus 2000 was too fast. Even if Harry caught up first, within a few seconds, Malfoy was about to catch up with him.

The most serious problem was the Bludger. Harry's speed was too fast, and Fred couldn't catch up with Harry at all, so he couldn't provide protection for Harry. And the damn Bludger flew faster than Harry.

Just now, a sharp turn threw the Bludger away, but not long after, the damn Bludger caught up.

Harry had to pay attention to the damn Bludger. After all, it was so fast that getting hit was no joke.

"Potter, I advise you to give up." Malfoy finally caught up with Harry and hit him hard with his body, as if he wanted to knock Harry off the broom.

"Wait, Malfoy!" Harry saw the Bludger rushing out of the classroom. Taking this opportunity, Harry leaned on the broom and his speed continued to soar.

"You just follow behind and eat dust, Potter!" Malfoy hit Harry hard again. He seemed to have spotted the position of the Golden Snitch and started to speed up.

In this way, the two flew fast and slow in the air, and hit each other hard with their bodies, which attracted a burst of screams on the court.

"The two peaks' catchers have locked onto the Snitch..." Lee Jordan's voice echoed over the stadium, "Whoever catches the Snitch first will be the winner..."

Everyone's eyes were focused on the duel between Harry and Malfoy, and even the Slytherins and Gryffindors who had been fighting each other stopped in the air one by one.

The eyes were fixed on the two figures that were shuttling at high speed, this was the most crucial goal.

"Be careful, the Bludger is coming again..." Lee Jordan said anxiously.

"Beautiful... Harry Potter successfully avoided the Bludger's trajectory by hanging upside down," a cheer came from the stadium.

"What a superb technique... Harry Potter successfully avoided the Bludger again." Lee Jordan said happily. As a Gryffindor, he was of course very happy about this happening.

"The Snitch changed direction... It flew towards the ditch... It was full of crossbars."

Harry looked at the Snitch that suddenly plunged down, without any hesitation, turned the direction of the broom, and then flew down.

Malfoy also flew down together, but he soon regretted his stupid behavior.

Next to the Quidditch field, in the ditch between the spectator stand, there were more complicated crossbars than expected.

"Bang... Bang... Bang!"

The familiar sound of wooden boards bursting came from behind Harry again, and the damn Bludger still followed Harry relentlessly.

Along the way, the Bludger didn't know how many crossbars it had broken, and it was destroying madly in the ditch.

"What's wrong, Potter, are you scared!" Malfoy slowed down. The terrain was too complicated, and he had to slow down.

Harry didn't say anything. After throwing the Bludger away again, Harry began to accelerate at full speed.

Seeing this situation, Malfoy also accelerated, but it was too difficult to fly at full speed in such a narrow terrain.

"Both of them started to speed up... My God, what a beautiful dodge... Even though they were flying at high speed, they didn't hit the crossbar. What a superb flying skill."

"Oh, my God..." Then, Lee Jordan's generous laughter came.

Because Harry was faster, Harry deliberately blocked Malfoy's sight with his body, until he suddenly stepped aside and a huge wooden beam made Malfoy unable to dodge and hit it hard.

So, Malfoy fell to the ground with his broom in a perfect somersault.

"That must be painful..." Hermione frowned. She had no sympathy for Malfoy's experience.

But the situation on the field did not become optimistic.

At this time, the rain was heavier. At the whistle of Mrs. Molly, Harry rushed up and heard the sound of the Bludger moving quickly behind him.

Harry climbed higher and higher. He turned somersaults in the air, flew in waves, turned and twisted, and rose and fell; although he felt a little dizzy, he tried to open his eyes.

The rain blurred his glasses. Raindrops got into his nose as he did another inverted dive to avoid the Bludger. He could hear the laughter from the crowd; he knew he must look stupid, but the damned, clunky Bludger wouldn't let him change direction that quickly. He began to fly around the edge of the gym like a roller coaster.

"Damn, it was almost there." Harry's attention was now focused on the Snitch. He stretched out one arm, but soon he felt the intense pain.

The Bludger flew at full speed from the side. Harry heard the sound of breaking through the air, but the speed of the Bludger was too fast. Because of the cold rainy day, Harry's arm became a little stiff.

He really didn't have time to retract his arm. One second of stay was still too long. The Bludger finally hit him and smashed his elbow.

Harry felt that his arm was broken. His right arm hung uselessly to the side. The Bludger rushed over for a second attack, this time aiming at his chest.

Harry endured the pain and forced the broom down with one hand, barely avoiding the Bludger.

Through the rain and pain, he dived towards the flickering light.

Harry stretched out his other hand from the broom and grabbed it with all his strength. He felt his fingers pressed against the cold Snitch. But now he only had two feet left to hold the broom tightly: when he fell straight to the ground and struggled hard to avoid fainting, the crowd screamed.

"Harry!" When Fanlin and others saw this, they all ran down from their seats. This was really too bad. This Quidditch game became very tragic. (To be continued)