Chapter 881 Weasley Is Our King

"Slytherin scores!" Li's voice rang out amid the cheers and boos from the audience in the stands, "Ten to zero, Slytherin is ahead. Ron's reaction speed is pretty good, but he seems to be unlucky."

"Oh no..." Colin wailed loudly from the side. Obviously, in Colin's opinion, this was not a good shot, but Ron still did not pounce.

The Slytherins sang louder: Weasley was born in a dustbin, and he always put the ball in the goal.

The singing was now deafening, covering all the sounds on the field. No matter how hard Li tried to save it, it had no effect. Even with the help of amplification, Li De's voice seemed too thin in front of all the Slytherins.

In fact, Gryffindor also wanted to come to boost the morale of his team, but from the beginning of the Quidditch match, everyone cheered or booed, and there was no unified slogan at all, and now It’s too late to organize!

"Weasley makes sure we win this, Weasley is our king!"

The singing gradually filled the audience, and even many people in Hufflepuff and Ravenclaw began to sing along unconsciously. It must be admitted that this song is really magical, especially the line: Weasley is our king. This is simply the Hogwarts version of the brainwashing song.

The Slytherins on the field also became more courageous as they fought. In fact, they completely gave up on the Bludger and focused on grabbing the Quaffle, desperate to get the ball.

Angelina was so angry that she screamed loudly in the audience. Fan Lin saw that it was different from the training match. Angelina waved her arms to let the players defend, but in this way, she lost her sense of proportion. In the eyes of outsiders, she was in a hurry. The arrangement was really full of loopholes, and this just fell into the hands of Slytherins, who set the pace.

Rhythm is crucial to a game. Once you fall into the enemy's rhythm and it keeps snowballing, it is a very scary thing.

Fred and George's bludgers hit Nelson hard, but at this time Slytherin's physical advantage was revealed. Nelson's body just shook a little, and the impact was so strong. And the pain didn't make him let go of the Quaffle.

Just like before, Nelson rushed straight towards the Gryffindor goal. The same position, the same actions, and even the surrender of the ball were exactly the same.

But Ron was obviously distracted. Comet No. 7 was crumbling there, as if it would fall to the ground in the next second. Ron unconsciously dodged back.

Immediately, there were groans of pain from the Gryffindor side and screams and applause from the Slytherins.

"Slytherin scored a goal, the score is 20-0. I hope the Gryffindor players can adjust quickly."

Jordan's voice sounded somewhat reluctantly. As a Quidditch commentator, Jordan naturally understood what happened to Ron. If he relied on luck, he would not be able to save him.

Then Warrington, the captain of Slytherin, got the Quaffle, followed by Goyle, and then...

Thirty to zero! Forty to zero!

Their current tactics are so simple that they give up control of the field and mobility. Everyone swarms in front of their own goal, and when they grab the ball, they all rush forward.

The simplest wolf pack tactic, and their goal is only one, the Quaffle!

Then fly to Ron, throw the ball, score!

"It's over!" Hermione said painfully, and Ron seemed to have given up resistance or was completely confused.

Now as long as someone from Slytherin comes over with a Quaffle, he can easily score.

The worst thing is that Gower scored a goal. This is simply unimaginable. Before the game started, Angelina and Harry mocked that Gower and Clara were two idiots who couldn't tell the difference between the front and back of a broom. It's conceivable. You know, Ron's psychological defense has been completely...

"Is there any way?" Hermione asked reluctantly.

"Unless there is a substitution, the Gryffindor team obviously does not have a spare substitute goalkeeper, but I think it would be better to replace Ginny, but now Slytherin's tactics..." Fan Lin said worriedly, "Now only We can rely on Angelina and Harry, control the score, and then let Harry get the Snitch and end the game with 150 points..."

In fact, Harry thought exactly the same. He no longer dared to count on Ron.

But inevitably, Harry's motivation for searching for the Snitch now had an element of panic. He just wanted to find it quickly and end the game.

"Weasley was born in a trash can. He always puts the ball into the goal. Weasley guarantees that I will win this game. Weasley is our king!" The Slytherins sang loudly. This is probably what happened. The best way to attack.

Harry leaned down and walked around the place as fast as he could. He didn't dare to look at Ron at all. He could only hear the constant cheers from the Slytherins below.

"-Now it's Nelson's turn again," Lee said below, "He passed it to Johnny, Johnny dodged Isabella, now here comes Aria, can you deal with him, oh - Actually you can't - but once again Fred Weasley hit a nice Bludger, I mean, George Weasley, oh, what the hell, it's always one of them no matter what. one, and now Nelson dropped the Quaffle and Goyle - oh - let go too - and now it's Warrington with the Quaffle, Warrington, the captain of Slytherin, with the Quaffle, He's already flying high, now, Gryffindors, stop him!"

Harry darted behind the Slytherin goal at one end of the stadium, hoping he wouldn't see what was happening at Ron's end.

As he passed the Slytherin keeper he heard the crowd below Hamill singing along with him: "Weasley can't save a ball..."

"——Warrington dodged Angelina again. He flew directly towards the goal. Stop him, Ron!"

Harry didn't need to see what was happening: there was a miserable sigh from the Gryffindor end, accompanied by fresh screams and cheers from the Slytherin end.

Looking down, Harry saw Pansy with a pug face right in front of the stands, with his back to the court, directing the Slytherin cheerleaders to sing energetically: "That's why Slytherins say Weasley is our king!"

But 0 points is nothing. Gryffindor still has time to catch up or catch the snitch. Score a few goals and they'll win like usual.

Harry said to himself, comforting himself, weaving up and down among the other team members to chase the shining point in front, which turned out to be Warrington's watch strap.

But Ron scored two more goals. Harry was now a little anxious to find the Snitch. If he can just find it and end the game quickly.

"——Angelina of Gryffindor dodged Goyle, dodged Warrington, what a turn, Angelina, now she threw it to Isabella, Isabella caught the ghost Flying ball, she passed Nelson, she rushed towards the goal, now come Isabella - Gryffindor scores! Now Slytherin is sixty to ten, now Clara. Take the Quaffle."

Harry could hear the roar of Luna's funny lion hat mingling with the cheers of Gryffindor, which cheered him up. It's only fifty points away, but that's nothing. They can easily get it back.

Harry dodged a Bludger that was smacked in his direction, and continued to walk frantically around the field looking for the Snitch, while watching Malfoy for any signs that he had discovered the Snitch, but Malfoy was just like him. , just kept hovering high in the field, searching in vain...

"Warrington threw it back to Goyle - Arya stepped in, Arya got the Quaffle, Arya gave it to Bill and it looked promising - I mean not good - Bill was smothered The Bludger from Letling was hit, and now it's Nelson with the ball."

"Weasley was born in a trash can. He always lets the Quaffle leak in. Weasley will make sure we win."

But Harry finally found it: the tiny, flapping-winged Snitch was hovering just a few feet above the ground across the Slytherin grounds.

He swooped down... In a few seconds at most, Malfoy sped past Harry's left, only to see a green and silver shadow lying on his broom... The snitch circled a few feet at the foot of a goal. circle and quickly slipped to the other side of the stands. Its direction changed in Malfoy's favor, bringing him closer, and Harry adjusted his broom so that he and Malfoy were now side by side...

A few feet above the ground, Harry reached out his right hand from the broom and grabbed for the Snitch...

On his right, Malfoy also stretched out his arm and reached hard...

After two seconds of breathless, desperate, wind-blown effort, it was over - Harry's fingers grasped the tiny, struggling ball - Malfoy's Fingernails clawed desperately at the back of Harry's hand - Harry raised his broom and caught the struggling ball in his hand, and the Gryffindor crowd cheered loudly... They were saved, Ron It doesn't matter that those balls were missed, now that Gryffindor has won, no one will remember - "Bang!"

A Bludger hit Harry hard on the back and he fell off his broom. Fortunately, he had just flown so low to catch the snitch that he was only five or six feet above the ground, but he still fell to the cold field and gasped.

He heard Mrs. Hodge's shrill whistle, a commotion in the stands, with boos, angry shouts and jeers, a thud, and Warrington's wild shouts.

"Are you okay?" Angelina asked nervously.

"Of course," Harry said coldly, grabbing her hand and letting her help her up. Mrs. Hooch was running towards a Slytherin above him, although he couldn't see who it was in the chase.

"It was that thug," said Angelina angrily, "who banged the Bludger at you when he saw you had caught the Snitch—but we won, Halili, we won! "

Harry was still holding the Golden Snitch tightly in his hand when he heard someone snort from behind him. When he looked back, Draco Malfoy was already beside him. His pale face was full of anger, but he still laughed at him.

"Saved Weasley's life, didn't he?" Malfoy said to Harry. "I've never seen a worse goalkeeper... but since he was born in a rubbish heap,... do you like my lyrics, Harry?"

Harry didn't answer. In fact, if he hadn't caught the snitch, Harry wouldn't have minded punching Malfoy in the face. However, Harry obviously didn't want to affect his victory.

Harry turned to look at the other team members, who were now back on the ground one by one, cheering in victory and waving their fists, except for Ron, who had already got off his broom by the goalpost and was about to go slow alone. Go back to the locker room.

"We're going to write another one!" Malfoy shouted as Angelina and Isabella hugged Harry. "But we can't find words that rhyme with fat and ugly - we want to sing about his mother. , look -"

"He's jealous," Isabella said, giving Malfoy a disgusted look.

"We can't find words that rhyme with good-for-nothing loser - for his dad, you know -" Fred and George realized what Malfoy was talking about. Halfway through shaking Harry's hand, their movements froze and they turned to look at Malfoy.

"Let him go!" Alia said immediately, taking Fred's arm.

"Let him go, Fred, let him scream, he just loses hard, this little jumping up and down-"

"—but you like the Weasleys, don't you, Potter?" Malfoy said sarcastically. "Spending the holidays at their house, among other things, isn't it? I can't imagine how you could stand the smell, but I guess since you were raised by Muggles, even if the Weasleys' kennels smell Not bad--"

Harry held George back while Angelina, Alia and Isabella worked together to stop Fred from jumping on Malfoy, who smiled exaggeratedly.

Harry looked around for Mrs. Hooch, but she was still berating Warrington for his despicable foul play.

"Or maybe," Malfoy said as he walked away, "you remember the smell of your mother's house, and the Weasley pigsty reminds you of..."

Harry was completely unaware that he had let go of George. All he knew was that at that moment they were both sprinting towards Malfoy.

He completely forgot that all the teachers were watching and just wanted to beat Malfoy as hard as possible.

He didn't have time to draw out the wand, so he could only retract his fist that clenched the Golden Snitch and hit Malfoy's disgusting face as hard as possible...

"Harry! Harry! George! No!" Harry could hear the girls screaming, Malfoy shouting, George cursing, a whistle blowing, the crowd roaring around him, but he didn't care.

It wasn't until a man next to him shouted, "Obstacles!" and he was knocked down by a spell from behind that he gave up on beating Malfoy wildly.

"What do you think you're doing?" screamed Mrs. Hodge as Harry stood up. It seemed like she had cast a barrier spell. She held a whistle in one hand and a wand in the other.

Her broom was thrown a few feet away.

Malfoy was rolling on the ground, whimpering and moaning, his nose bleeding, George biting his lip, Fred was still being held by three pursuers, and Warrington was giggling.

"I've never seen behavior like this - go back to the castle, you two, and go directly to your own Dean's office! Go! Now."

"Sorry Mrs. Hoch..." Fan Lin, who came over later, said with some panting. It was too inconvenient not to be able to apparate. He rushed here as soon as Harry landed, but Fan Lin obviously underestimated it. Malfoy's ability to seek death.

Is it difficult for him to see that he is surrounded by Gryffindors? Are all my teammates in the sky?

"I will take Harry and George to the headmaster and this matter will be taken care of, I promise."

"Then take them there first. As the president of the Boys' Student Union and a member of my own college..." Mrs. Hoch was obviously very angry, and Fan Lin could only pull Harry behind her with an apologetic look. (To be continued)