Chapter 293 The Quidditch Final

If Gryffindor wins the game, it will be a new legend.

For Harry and the rest of the team, winning the Quidditch Cup will also be a great honor, which means that their names will be engraved on the quilt, and their photos and signatures will be permanently preserved in the prize showroom.

This is almost the highest honor that young wizards at school can get. You must know that not every young wizard can receive a special contribution award like Voldemort.

Of course, Ivan is an exception.

Not only did he get the special contribution award in the first year of school, he broke the record and made himself the fastest little wizard ever to enter the prize showroom.

Not long ago, he also donated the Order of Merlin, the first class he had just received, to Hogwarts.

Anyway, his family didn't know what the Order of Merlin, First Class, represented, and Ai Wen himself didn't value this honor at all. Because of this medal, for a long time, Filch's attitude towards Ivan was surprisingly respectful.

Aiwen is just an exception. Not everyone has the opportunity and strength to fight against Voldemort, Basilisk, Dementor and evil dark wizards in the student days. For ordinary students, the Quidditch Cup is their name entry prize Showroom only opportunity.

Especially considering that it would be seven years before Gryffindor could once again win the Quidditch Cup and that Wood was about to graduate, the showdown was especially meaningful.

The game is still going on, and now all the attention is on Harry. He was obviously aware of this too, and after Lee announced that Gryffindor had a fifty-point lead, Harry gave up following Malfoy and flew high into the sky alone, looking for the Snitch.

Malfoy ran after him, looking impatient.

On the court, Angelina made persistent efforts and scored another ten points.

She flies around one end of the court, fists pumping in the air as the sea of ​​scarlet below screams with glee.

At this moment, an accident happened suddenly.

Without any warning, Marcus Flint of Slytherin suddenly rushed towards Angelina at the fastest speed, like a giant shell fired, and under everyone's gaze, Angelina almost The son was knocked off the broom.

The crowd below booed loudly, and Flint shrugged his shoulders and explained lightly, "Sorry, I didn't see her!"

It seemed to be a signal that Fred was very dissatisfied with Angelina being attacked, and after a while, he gave Flint a light slap in the back with his bat.

Flint's nose hit the broomstick and began to bleed.

"Come on!" shrieked Mrs Hooch, rising steeply between them, "Gryffindor penalty for unprovoked attack on Chaser! Slytherin penalty for intentionally injuring Chaser!"

Mrs. Hooch's punishment could not stop the anger of both sides, but made the situation worse. Or more accurately, this was originally Slytherin's battle plan. They began to frequently attack the Gryffindor players with various excuses.

Everyone was very angry about what Slytherin had done.

Ron was yelling at Flint, Hermione frowned and tried to stop him, when Lee Jordan yelled, "Damn, you dirty, liars"

"Jordan, if you can't comment impartially" Professor McGonagall stopped.

"I'm just commenting, Professor!" Lee exclaimed. "It's disgusting to see what these guys are doing."

Indeed, this game is the dirtiest ball game Ivan has ever seen.

Due to Slytherin's frequent fouls, the score gap was quickly narrowed.

They began to fight for the ball by any means. Bol hit Aliya with a stick and wanted to say that he thought she was a Bludger, and Angelina was the focus of attention.

The Slytherins, as big as furbolgs, rushed at Angelina at every opportunity, hoping to knock her off their broomsticks.

In the face of Slytherin's provocation, Fred and George were not to be outdone. Fred swung his bat around Arya and Angelina to protect them, and George elbowed Bol's head. face as revenge.

But it didn't work. Flint and Derek took advantage of the absence of Fred and George to point their sticks at Wood. They hit Wood in the stomach one after another without the Quaffle. department.

Wood grabbed the broom and rolled in the air, fully bent.

Madame Hooch was so mad that she screamed at Flint and Derek, "You can't hit the keeper unless the Quaffle is in the end zone, Gryffindor takes the penalty!"

Free throws are not a punishment for Slytherin at all, they don't care at all, but frequently use the advantages brought by fouls to narrow the gap between the two sides.

The Gryffindor players were obviously very uncomfortable. In Wood's training and tactical arrangements, this situation was never considered.

And they couldn't give up the game, they could only grit their teeth and persist.

The waves of anger in the auditorium were higher and higher, and Ron and several other boys even wanted to rush to the opposite stand to give the Slytherins a hard lesson.

Fortunately, Gryffindor still leads by sixty points, as long as Harry catches the Snitch!

In mid-air, Harry could almost feel hundreds of eyes following him around the pitch, he was flying higher than anyone else now, and Malfoy sped up after him.

All the tension from before the start of the game was gone, he was in better shape than ever, and as he flew over the Ravenclaw stands, he saw the Snitch flashing twenty feet above him.

Harry accelerated violently, the wind whistling in his ears.

He stretched out his hand, and was about to touch the Golden Snitch, but at this moment, the Firebolt suddenly slowed down!

Startled, Harry looked around.

He saw Malfoy lunge forward, grab the Firebolt by the tail, and pull it back.

"What are you doing!" Harry wanted to hit Malfoy angrily, but he couldn't reach him.

Malfoy gasped as he grabbed the Firebolt hard, but there was a malicious gleam in his eye. He got his wish, and the golden snitch disappeared again.

"Free throw, Gryffindor free throw! I've never seen such a tactic!"

Madam Hooch screamed and flew straight up towards Malfoy, who was sliding back to his Nimbus 2001.

"You deceitful bastard!" Lee Jordan yelled into the microphone, jumping out of Professor McGonagall's reach. "You dirty, deceitful bastard"

Lee Jordan didn't have to dodge, and Professor McGonagall didn't even bother to stop him.

She was pumping her fists in Malfoy's direction, her hat fell off, and she was also screaming furiously.

Beside her, Sirius was even more furious. He pulled out his wand without saying a word, and a red light flew straight towards Malfoy from the bottom up. No one knew what it was curse.

This behavior is obviously irrational, but it is indeed in line with Sirius' style.

All the audience screamed until their voices were hoarse. They saw Sirius' spell stopped by a silver light in mid-air, and the two phases collided to emit a dazzling light. That was Snape's magic, with a sinister smile on his face, looking back at Sirius defiantly.

Professor McGonagall was very surprised by what the two of them did, and she hurriedly stopped Sirius, telling him not to make any more drastic moves.

This unexpected interlude brought the game to a head as Arya, under Madam Hooch's direction, began taking penalties for Gryffindor.

But she was so enraged that she sent the ball several feet from the goal.

The Gryffindor team was distracted, while all the Slytherins were delighted by Malfoy's success with Harish and Snape's strong performance.

Their whole team was inspired to fly higher and faster. To be continued.