Chapter 244 Attacking Allen (Modified)

At the very moment, a Bludger suddenly appeared with extremely fast momentum.

Malfoy jerked sideways, missed it by an inch, and in those crucial seconds, the Snitch disappeared.

"Oh!" the Slytherin supporters let out a sigh of disappointment.

"Good job, Alan!" The Ravenclaws cheered, shouting for Alan.

Derek, the Slytherin beater, let off steam and hit the second Bludger straight at Aaron.

In order to dodge, Allen turned somersaults with the Nimbus 2001 in the air. This dodging posture is quite difficult and is usually only used by players in professional games-this also aroused cheers from below.

Watching the impending victory slip away, the Slytherins looked like snakes ready to go, staring darkly at Aaron.

Marcus stared at Allen viciously, and swung the bat fiercely in Allen's direction.

"Ravenclaw is in possession now. Ravenclaw's Roger Davies takes the Quaffle and heads straight for the Slytherin goal, looking good - ahhhhhhhhhhh foul play !” Lee Jordan yelled, and there was a lot of noise in the stands.

Slytherin's Chaser Warrington hit Roger directly with the bat in his hand.

"Roger Davies! Ah, no - Quaffle intercepted by Warrington. Warrington in Slytherin dashing across the field - wow!"

Everyone in the stands exclaimed.

It was Allen who shot back!

He smacked a Bludger against Warrington's left rib so hard that Warrington fell from the sky with his fangs and claws.

"Alan Harris hit that bludger nicely, and Warrington—well, with Madam Pomfrey, he'll be all right." Lee Jordan liked the return from Allen.

"Slytherin got the free throw! Ha, Marcus lost the Quaffle, Roger got the Quaffle again! He sprinted out, out of the box, and the ball - went - scored!" Lee? Jordan screamed with excitement.

Roger glides around one end of the field, pumping his fists triumphantly as the blue ocean below cheers—

Now, Ravenclaw's stands became a sea of ​​joy, and in the face of absolute strength, Slytherin had no power to fight back.

Marcus called a timeout, and Allen and the others also flew down, drinking water to wipe their sweat.

"Good job! Qiu, next let Malfoy see the speed of the Firebolt!" Roger was very excited.

"They may foul, Warrington's action shows that in order to win, Slytherins may do anything, we must pay attention to safety. And, don't you realize? Their goal was not to score in the first place , but our team members!" Allen analyzed calmly.

As a result, just after the suspension ended, Allen's guess became a reality. In the case of falling behind, the Slytherins intend to rely on their physical advantages to win.

"Ouch!"

Ravenclaw Chaser Bradley almost fell off his broom when Marcus Flint gave him a hard bump.

Later, the Slytherin batsman, Bol, hit Roger on the back of the head with his bat.

Roger hit his nose against the broom handle and bled.

"Enough!" snapped Madam Hooch, whooshing between them. "Unprovoked attack on Chaser, intentional injury to Chaser, Ravenclaw penalty!"

Ms. Hooch blew the whistle and Roger wiped his nose and flew forward for the free throw.

"Come on, Roger!" Lee yelled through the silence of the audience. "Good! He broke through the goalkeeper! Ravenclaw is thirty to zero!"

But the Ravenclaw players didn't cheer. They looked at Roger and thought of what they said in the waiting room before, many players' eyes became moist unconsciously.

Allen gritted his teeth and held the bat in his hand—he could have looked at the isolated Slytherins objectively before the game started, but now when the other party provoked him,

Apparently he couldn't care less about that...

Qiu Zhang turned the Firebolt and went up rapidly, looking for the golden snitch.

"Ravenclaw got the ball, no, Slytherin got the ball - no! - Ravenclaw got the ball back, it was Roger Davies, he got the Quaffle, on the field Speeding - this is intentional!"

Lee Jordan's angry voice exploded over the arena.

Montague, the Slytherin Chaser, moved ahead of Roger, and instead of snatching the Quaffle he went for his head. Roger did somersaults in the air and managed to stay on the broom, but the Quaffle was lost.

Ms. Hooch's whistle blew again. She flies to Montague and starts berating him loudly. A minute later, Roger scored another free throw.

"Forty to zero! Learn your lesson, you vile, shameless—"

"Jordan, if you can't speak neutrally—"

"I am matter-of-fact, Professor!"

The triumphant Montague had just flown two feet when he fell headfirst and fell from the sky—his broom broke into pieces in the air like fireworks.

"Alan Harris! Warning—" An angry Mrs. Hooch gave Slytherin a free throw.

But Allen didn't care at all, he had already figured out how to deal with this group of little snakes playing tricks.

A Bludger darted past Cho Chang's left ear, from the tall Slytherin batsman Derek.

He rode on the broom and grinned triumphantly at Qiu? But soon, his eyes turned to panic.

Derek's broom lost its balance, and Derek rushed straight towards the stands like a shooting star. Derek yelped in horror and pain.

It's Allen!

Alan's Bludger smashed Derek's broom hard - and the fingers holding his broom were broken.

Flint flew forward for the Slytherin penalty, but the Ravenclaw keeper leaped and managed to save the ball.

The following Allen simply made Slytherin frightened. He would not foul, but the angle of the bludger he played was tricky, forcing the Slytherins into a panic.

"Bol, you're next!" As if he didn't see the horrors of those Slytherins, Allen stretched out his bat calmly and pointed at Slytherin's batsman, Bol.

Bol looked like a bull in trouble, unable to fight back when Allen was chasing him.

"It's now!" Allen swung his club expressionlessly, and the Bludger whizzed towards Bol.

After Derek, Bol's broom also shattered into pieces, covering his eye sockets, and fell helplessly from a high altitude - a broken piece of sharp wood stuck into his eye socket.

"Next, it's you!" Allen turned a blind eye to Bol's injury, without a wave in his eyes, turned his head, and pointed at Slytherin's captain, Marcus Flint.

Marcus opened his mouth, revealing his buck teeth. His face was pale, and his huge physique seemed to be trembling slightly. He didn't know whether it was out of anger or fear. He didn't expect the game to develop like this. The Slytherin captain frantically turned his broom, trying to get away from the high-flying demon.

However, Allen's Bludger arrived as promised, and with a "bang", fragments of the broom scattered in the sky, and Marcus closed his eyes tightly and fell down.

"Great job, great job!" Gryffindor's Oliver Wood jumped up and down, looking like he wanted to fly high and kiss Ellen!

Hufflepuff's Cedric Diggory crossed his arms: "What a formidable opponent, but, let me say - well done!"

When Allen's bat was pointed at Malfoy, Malfoy was so frightened that he immediately left Qiu Zhang who was being pursued by him just now, and jumped away from him.

Allen chased after him viciously, and a Bludger hit him in the face. It was Marcus—he actually changed the Comet 260 and flew up again.

Allen hit the Bludger back without hesitation. This time he didn't aim at the broken broom that the opponent just changed, but hit Marcus directly in the face. Marcus spit out a mouthful of broken teeth and blood , fainted in the air, and then fell straight down.

With a flash of golden light, Allen spotted the Snitch, about twenty feet above their heads.

But he is not a Seeker, and touching the Snitch is one of Quidditch's foul methods-when any player on the team other than the Seeker touches or grabs the Golden Snitch, the offending team will immediately cancel the game qualifications.

"Qiu!" Allen hurriedly called Qiu Zhang. Allen stared at the Golden Snitch, and the bat in his hand kept the other Slytherins from approaching.

Qiu Zhang immediately understood Alan's meaning and rushed towards the Golden Snitch.

Her speed is really too fast! She rose rapidly, and Alan followed closely behind, opening the Bludgers flying towards them one by one, escorting Qiu.

Miles, the Slytherin keeper, got so frustrated that he went off the goal and hit the Bludgers hard, trying to knock them down. But Alan and Qiu nimbly avoided it.

Now, Allen could almost feel hundreds of pairs of eyes staring at them, and the wind whistling in their ears.

Malfoy sped to catch up, but in vain.

"Sorry, buddy! You should have gotten up earlier to beat the Firebolt!" cried Lee Jordan.

When the golden snitch's wings closed in Qiu Zhang's hands, almost everyone except the Slytherin stands was boiling.

The Ravenclaws were jumping for joy, their voices hoarse.

Roger rushed over with tears in his eyes, put his arms around Allen's neck, and wept heartily on his shoulder.

With many arms folded, the Ravenclaws huddled together, screaming hoarsely, falling to the ground.

A torrent of blue rushed over the fence and poured into the field. Countless hands rained down on their backs.

Professor Flitwick grabbed Hagrid's bandanna and wiped his eyes, and waved his wand to conjure up large, large colorful streamers.

The entire Slytherin fell into a deathly silence. Not only did they lose the game, they also lost their qualifications for the House Cup.

"Protest!" With a gloomy face, Professor Snape brought a group of Slytherins into the venue aggressively.

He found Mrs. Hooch, the referee.

"Alan Harris! He knocked so many Slytherin players down from the sky and destroyed so many brooms, yet he was not punished?" Professor Snape's eyes were cold and his tone was gloomy.

But Mrs. Hooch remained unflappable. She explained loudly: "But Alan himself didn't break any of the rules! He's the batsman, and he's allowed to use the Bludgers to chase down the players on the broomsticks closest to them."

After a pause, Mrs. Hooch raised her eyebrows, "If it's about fouls, I'm afraid the Slytherin players really need to be educated. Allen just destroyed their broom, and the Slytherins, from the very beginning, fought Make up your mind to injure Ravenclaw players even if you get free throws."