Chapter 190 If You Don’t Play Ball, Why Are You Chasing Me?

Seeing Malfoy rushing towards him with a determined expression, regardless of life or death, Ivan was confused.

You are crazy!

Ivan simply didn't understand how much harm his previous actions had caused to Malfoy's young mind.

What Ivan couldn't accept even more was that the remaining four Slytherin players were also inspired. Even the goalkeeper didn't even want to open the door and rushed towards him together.

"Come together and knock him down!"

"The game can be lost, but Ivan Hals must die!"

Ivan was speechless when he saw a large group of Slytherins approaching him. If they don't play well, why are they chasing me?

Ivan had no choice but to ride his own Five-Star Sweep and run all the way, occupying himself in the experience card mode. He has superb flying skills and specializes in running to extremely dangerous places.

Once, he flew directly over the auditorium full of obstacles at low altitude, scaring many Slytherin players from getting too close, lest they be tricked by Ivan again.

Only Malfoy pursued him so hard that he almost didn't stop and hit the guardrail.

At this time, George, Angelina and others on the field also realized that something was wrong and flew over here, wanting to support Ivan.

But it was a pity that even at the highest speed, their brooms were not even half as fast as the light wheel brooms, and they could not support them at all for a while.

"Foul! You are committing a foul! Tell them all to stop!" Off the court, Wood, the captain of Gryffindor, yelled angrily at Marcus.

"I'm sorry, there's nothing I can do." Marcus spread his hands, saying that there was nothing he could do. Fred was so angry that he was about to punch him.

Seeing that a fight was about to start off the court, the situation on the court also changed at this time. Harry, who was riding Nimbus 2000, provided timely support and successfully helped Ivan contain the two Slytherins.

Only then did Ivan finally have his hands free, find the location of the Bludger immediately, and start his revenge.

"Malfoy, go on!" Ivan smiled strangely, swung the bat, and hit the Bludger towards Malfoy with all his strength.

Malfoy was frightened for a moment when a Bludger as big as his head approached him. He didn't have a bat in his hand.

Fortunately, Ivan said something in advance, and Malfoy's reaction was quite timely. He finally dodged a second before he was hit, and the strong wind caused Malfoy's robe to whistle.

"Hals, you" Malfoy was thinking about taunting Ivan, but soon he heard a cry of pain from behind him.

"Ah~"

Malfoy quickly turned around and saw that the Slytherin who was following him had been hit by a Bludger and his nose was bruised and swollen, and he fell off the broom.

"What did you want to say just now, Malfoy?" Ivan smiled playfully.

The Bludger just now was not originally aimed at Malfoy. After all, it was difficult to hit it with a head-on hit, but it was different for the Slytherin who was following closely behind. His line of sight was blocked by Malfoy, so it was normal for him to be hit.

"Don't forget, you don't have a ball to hit now!" Malfoy said through gritted teeth and continued to bump into Ivan.

Ivan swung his bat at this time. In addition to playing ball, this thing was also good at hitting people.

Since the Slytherins were the first to break the rules, he would not be stupid enough to continue to abide by the penalty rule.

watch out!

Ivan thought silently in his mind, and turned the bat towards Malfoy.

Malfoy was so frightened that he quickly took off in an emergency. The broad shaft of the club brushed his cheek, and Malfoy narrowly dodged it.

The wind direction on the field suddenly reversed. Ivan chased Malfoy all over the field, while the remaining Slytherins were held back by George, Angelina and others who came over.

No matter how slow their brooms were, they couldn't handle the large number of people, and no one could come to support Malfoy for a while.

However, Malfoy relied on his broomstick and ran all over the place. Ivan was very depressed and couldn't do anything with him.

"Hals, come on, keep going!" Malfoy noticed that after Ivan couldn't catch up with him, he started to drift again, and gave Ivan his middle finger again.

"Ivan, go on!" At this time, Alia, as a chaser, suddenly hit a Quaffle over.

Ivan immediately understood what she meant, gave Aria a thumbs up, and then hit the Quaffle at Malfoy, this time directly in the face.

"Hals, this is a foul!" Malfoy was so frightened that he lay on the broom with his head in his hands and cursed, without caring that his previous behavior was also a foul.

The Quaffle flew past Malfoy, and in the distance, another innocent Slytherin landed.

"What a great fight, Hals!" Alia flew over with a smile and high-fived Ivan.

George also followed suit and brought the bludger over and asked Ivan to hit it.

Ivan once again pretended to beat Malfoy and cleared the place one by one.

This caused the rest of the Slytherins to glare at Malfoy. They wondered if Malfoy was with the opposite party, or else how could it be such a coincidence.

Malfoy had an innocent look on his face. It really was none of his business. This must be Hals's conspiracy to alienate everyone!

Soon, with the cooperation of everyone passing the ball and Ivan's precise strikes, Malfoy was the only Slytherin left on the field.

At this time, outside the court, Marcus watched each Slytherin team member being hit one after another and falling heavily to the court. He was so distressed that he almost cried. He couldn't help shouting.

"Foul, you are committing a foul, please make him stop."

"I can't control them." Wood suppressed a smile and followed Marcus's example, spreading his hands to express that there was nothing he could do.

Hermione, Fred and others were all angry. Ron had been paying attention to the situation in the sky, wanting to see what Ivan would do with Malfoy.

At this time, Malfoy also noticed that he was the only Slytherin left on the field. He suddenly looked flustered, but he still shouted loudly and fiercely.

"What do you want to do?"

"What do you think?" Ivan smiled evilly. He deliberately reminded him in advance every time he played, just to leave Malfoy to deal with it at the end.

Malfoy saw that the situation was not going well and was about to run away, but he was surrounded by George and others. No matter where he went, there were people blocking him.

Ivan took advantage of Malfoy's panic and accelerated the broom with all his strength to fly in front of Malfoy.

Malfoy closed his eyes in fear and protected his head with his hands, thinking that he would be hit by the wooden stick in Ivan's hand.

However, Ivan grabbed Malfoy by the back of the collar, dragged him off the broom, and carried him flying through the sky.