Chapter 998 Win the Game

The Slytherin keeper, Bledge, caught the ball and threw the Quaffle to Warrington, who galloped past Arya and Katie, getting closer and closer to Ron , the singing below is getting louder and louder, Weasley is our king.

There were bursts of loud screams, and the louder and louder singing, now the kitchen atmosphere reached its peak.

"Weasley is our king, he puts the ball in the goal, Weasley is our king."

At this moment, everyone stopped, even Harry and Malfoy.

They didn't care about looking for the Snitch, they turned to look at Ron, and everyone was looking there.

On the other side of the field, the lone figure stood guard in front of the three goal rings, and the burly Warrington was speeding towards him.

"Warrington got the Quaffle, and Warrington rushed towards the goal, the Bludger couldn't catch him, and there was only the goalkeeper in front of him." Jordan shouted, speaking very fast, "Without cooperation, it will not succeed Yes, but he seems desperate, this is their only chance, and Slytherin can't even grab the Bludger now!"

The singing in the Slytherin stands was getting louder and louder: Weasley is a fool, he can't block a ball.

"Now is the first test for Gryffindor's new keeper, Weasley, the brother of legendary Gryffindor captain Charlie Weasley and batsman Fred and George Weasley. An up-and-comer on the team with a fine Quidditch tradition. Come on, Ron, stop!"

But seconds later, there was cheering from the Slytherin side.

Ron swooped with his arms outstretched, and the Quaffle flew under his arm, right through the center of the goal ring.

"Slytherin scored!" Lee's voice sounded amidst the cheers and boos of the audience in the stands. "Ten to zero, Slytherin leads. Ron's reaction speed is not bad, but it seems that he is out of luck."

The Leitlings sang louder: Weasley was born in a dustbin, he always puts the ball in the goal.

The singing is now deafening, drowning out all the voices on the field.

Gryffindor also wants to join forces, but they don't have a unified slogan, and it's too late to organize now!

"Weasley made me win this, Weasley is our king!"

The singing gradually filled the hall, and many of the Hufflepuffs and Ravenclaws began to sing along.

I have to admit that this song is really magical, especially the sentence: Weasley is our king.

The Slytherins became more and more courageous as they fought. They gave up the Bludger and devoted themselves to snatching the Quaffle, desperate to grab the ball.

Angelina angrily screamed loudly in the audience, asking the players to defend, but in this way, they lost their sense of proportion and were led by Slytherin.

Fred's Bludger hit Warrington so hard that he swayed, but he didn't let go of the Quaffle.

Just like before, he went straight to the Gryffindor goal, the same position, the same action, and the surrender of the ball was exactly the same.

Ron fell there, seeming to be frightened by the other party, and dodged back.

The next second, there was a groan of pain from the Gryffindor side, and screams and applause from the Slytherins.

Slytherin scored, twenty to zero.

Then it was Montague, the Slytherin captain, who got the Quaffle, and then Pusey.

Thirty to zero ten to zero!

Their current tactics are terribly simple, giving up control and punishment mobility, everyone blocks in front of their own goal, and they all rush forward when they grab the ball.

Then fly over to Ron, throw the ball, and score!

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

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

There was now an element of panic in Harry's motivation to find the Snitch, he just wanted to find it quickly and end the game.

"Weasley was born in the dustbin, he always put the ball in the goal, Weasley let me win this game, Weasley is our king!"

Harry used the fastest speed to leave Quan Cheng. He didn't dare to look at Ron. He could only hear the cheers from the Slytherins below. He also saw Pansy with a face like a poodle. Leading the Slytherin cheerleaders into singing.

Then, fifty to zero, sixty to zero!

It was terrible, Gryffindor had never been beaten like this before.

It suddenly occurred to Harry that perhaps Ginny was doing better than Ron.

He kept reassuring himself that he was only sixty points ahead, which wasn't too much, and there was still a chance.

He must hurry up, and now he can only rely on him to end this painful game, otherwise they will lose badly. So thought Harry, and then he finally saw: the small, flickering Snitch was hanging a few feet above the Slytherin end of the pitch.

He swooped in, and in an instant, Malfoy shot out from Harry's left.

A silver and green light and shadow fell on the broom, and the Snitch flew around the pillars of the goal ring and flew to the other side of the stands.

The turn worked in Malfoy's favor, and he came closer.

Harry turned the Firebolt, and he and Malfoy were now neck and neck.

A few feet from the ground, Harry let go of the broom handle with his right hand and turned to the Snitch.

To his right, Malfoy's arm was also outstretched, reaching for it.

Both of them had a chance, and at the moment when the wind howled, everything was over

Harry's fingers gripped the small, struggling golden ball, Malfoy's nails clawed desperately at the back of Harry's hand, and Harry soared into the air with a sweep of his broom clutching the still-struggling sphere. At last the Ryffindor supporters applauded.

This was the first time they cheered in this game, but luckily Harry was there and they won the game.

Harry was also very thankful that they were saved!

Although Ron scored so many goals, if Gryffindor won, no one would remember, he

boom!

A Bludger hit Harry right in the lower back, and he flew off the broom, fortunately only five or six feet off the ground.

Crabbe also grabbed his second Bludger in the game. He and Goyle were all suppressed by Fred and George for the reward. They played aggrievedly, but it didn't matter because they occupied the top points. But Harry caught the thief and ended it all.

Gryffindor won, and this result made the Slytherins feel even more aggrieved, they clearly had an overall advantage.

"How could he do that, the game's over!" Hermione yelled angrily, shaking her fist at Crabbe.

"Fortunately, I missed the point, Mrs. Huo Qi has passed!" Ai Wen also said angrily.

All Gryffindors were as angry as them, and Lee Jordan had already started cursing!

Harry fell from the sky, and he heard Mrs. Hooch's sharp whistle, and there was an uproar in the stands, mixed with boos, jeers, and angry shouts, a thud, followed by Angelina's anxious voice .

"Are you OK?"

"It's okay!" Harry said through gritted teeth, grabbing Wei's hand and letting her pull him up.

"It's the thug, Crabbe!" said Angelina angrily. "He saw you catch the Snitch and he hit you hard with the Bludger, but we won, Harry, we won' Thanks to you, otherwise, I don't even know what to do!"

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