Chapter 601 Warthog Bladder
"The voice is loud." The voice of the host of the stilt fire barrel competition sounded again, which stopped the uproar on the field, and everyone wanted to know what happened, "Next, what we are about to see is a duel of glory , the initiator of the duel is Godric Gryffindor, a dueling master from the Southwest Valley of England; the challenger is Alan Friedrich Harris from the Upper Rhine Valley, each of them brought a The inflatable warthog bladder uses rules similar to the bollard game popular in East Francia! However, whoever pierces the warthog bladder at the opponent's waist with the broom handle first is the winner of this glorious duel! Prohibited during the duel Use the wand, otherwise it will be regarded as a waiver! Now, two warriors, get ready—to take off!"
Following the order of the host, the two quickly flew together, and then tacitly crossed each other and opened the distance in the direction of back-to-back.
Then, after the host fired fireworks with his wand as the starting signal, the red-haired wizard directly controlled the broom and rushed towards Alan. He threw himself into the duel like a majestic lion—and Alan did not back down Meaning, he controlled the broom so that he and Gryffindor tentatively entangled each other in the air, in order to judge the strength of the other party.
The eyes under Gryffindor's pointed hat were full of fighting intent. After seeing Ravenclaw's actions before the game started, he understood what Ravenclaw wanted to tell him. He decided to take this duel more seriously, not out of jealousy, nor out of anger and disappointment, but because as a dueling master, he cannot lose the glory and courage of a duel, and he will never admit defeat—even if the result It will not change, and he also wants to prove to Ravenclaw that he is better than the light blond boy in front of him!
And Allen is not used to such a backward flying broom, after all, this is the first time he has used a product that is a thousand years behind his usual model-he did not use the cushion spell on his broom, which is the same as facing a mixed race. Voldemort's situation is different, and this duel is due to Ravenclaw. Although she is not Luna yet, Alan does not want to destroy the sanctity of this honor duel.
However, Allen also had to admit that the opponent was a difficult opponent-Gryffindor was strong and menacing, and he forcibly used some techniques with his muscular strength, and attacked Allen fiercely. And Gryffindor is obviously very skilled in this kind of duel. His attacks seemed to come from all directions, and he did not forget to protect himself during the attack, preventing Allen from piercing his warthog bladder—but, as a middle-aged man in his era The best ball seeker in the world, Allen's flying skills after systematic professional training, and a lot of flying experience have made him sure that he is far ahead of the opponent in this respect.
"Sorry, Rowena, I didn't expect Godric to ask me for a bladder to duel with Aaron." Helga Hufflepuff, who had heard the news, sat beside Ravenclaw with an apologetic expression on his face. Then he looked at the sky with a worried face, "This lion actually started a duel with a boy who is so much younger than him! I hope nothing happens to them..."
"Godric won't win." Ravenclaw dug a spoonful of the yogurt pudding that Hufflepuff brought her into her mouth, and sighed contentedly - she thought Alan used the cushion curse.
"Has he been fooled by you again?" Helga asked suddenly, but Ravenclaw obviously didn't want to discuss further.
And the two people in the sky quickly entangled and chased around the arena at high altitude. The trajectories of the two people crossed each other and formed a spiral arc. It was just a mess. In the seemingly frenzied attack, neither of them lost their tricks. In the process of charging and probing each other, Allen estimated that Gryffindor had probably taken attribute potions, and that he was a strong man, a minor I have no advantage in strength.
The two wrestled, punching each other hard when they got close. Allen, despite his lack of experience in this kind of duel,
But he has a set of more advanced flying skills, so he redoubled his flexible and changeable flying methods, constantly using his advantages in flying skills to quickly circle from in front of Gryffindor to behind Gryffindor and then back again. Chasing up from behind in order to avoid the opponent's fist and attack the warthog's bladder-but Gryffindor was so brave that he had to forcibly block Alan with his body to avoid the bladder being stabbed.
When Allen was knocked away again, he drew a semicircle in the air to try to change his strategy, but Gryffindor accelerated and rushed towards him and flew forward with Allen.
"Boy, don't try to increase the distance." Gryffindor rushed over, but Alan stopped the broom with a flick of his tail deftly, changed direction, and then found that Gryffindor, who had been thrown away, was in a hurry. Xia also imitated his own movements-but this made him gasp, grinning, glanced at the broomstick under his crotch and frowned, and then rushed towards Allen again.
Gryffindor flew to the front of Allen and shouted: "Fight with me, kid!" He likes to attack head-on, using his body strength to punch while punching.
"Then come!" Allen manipulated the broom to flexibly avoid the range of his fist attack, and while Gryffindor stood up again, his arm slipped under Gryffindor's arm like a snake, and hit him with a punch Gryffindor's body, Gryffindor and his broom were slammed into the air, crashing straight into the burning barrels high in the sky, there was a cry of exclamation from the audience, just in that fiery When Flametongue was about to kiss Gryffindor, he finally controlled his figure.
"Why are you head-on with him?" Ravenclaw was a little puzzled, but the hand that had been digging the pudding before couldn't help but slow down, and she finally let her eyes stare at the two people who were constantly entangled in the sky.
"We've never seen anything like this! The combination of stilt fire barrels and bollards makes the game even more dangerous!" exclaimed the host in horror. The auditorium was extremely quiet for a while, and everyone held their breath watching the duel between the two brave men.
The two wrestled in the middle of the series of burning wooden barrels hanging high in the sky, trying to avoid puncturing their own warthog bladders, watching out for attacks, and at the same time watching out for the overflowing flames.
In such a place full of obstacles, Gryffindor has an advantage-Alan's movable range is reduced between these floating fire barrels.
Accidentally, Alan was knocked away by the opponent at the moment of the collision, and the burning barrel seemed to swallow him up. Just as he was about to hit the barrel, Alan turned around quickly, and together with the broom Spinning through the burning barrel.
"Alan Harris—oh, my God!" the host shouted loudly, "Have you seen it? Unprecedented flying skills! I can guarantee that if he participated in the competition just now, he must be the champion It!" No one in this era has ever seen anyone fly like Alan using the tried-and-tested Quidditch flying skills, which also won warm cheers from the audience.
Not only that, Alan actually used the speed and momentum brought by his rotation to directly slam into Gryffindor who wanted to attack again. The rapid speed made it impossible for Gryffindor who was rushing towards the opponent to dodge. The tip of the broom collided with him, and the tip of the broom of both of them cracked. The branches at the end of Gryffindor's broom even began to disintegrate, and many of them had been scattered in the air and drifted down.
But at the same time, Gryffindor's fist also hit Allen's face, and then flew diagonally down because the broom was a little out of control, and the red-haired wizard had to put his hand back to try to stabilize him broomstick.
After a short period of dizziness, Allen spat out, spit out the blood foam from the broken skin in his mouth, and then chased after Gryffindor, who had begun to lose control.
Their speed seemed to be increased by the angle of their fall—and they were heading for the ground.
"They're going to fall to the ground!" Hufflepuff beside Ravenclaw exclaimed, and drew out his wand, preparing to catch them with a shock-absorbing spell at a critical moment.
The audience dared not breathe out, many ladies covered their mouths, and some turned their heads, not daring to witness the tragedy that followed.