Chapter 294 Sirius' Tears

The situation on the field began to change, and the Slytherin team gradually gained the upper hand.

"The Slytherin team got the Quaffle, the Slytherin team attacked, and Montagu scored!" Li Jordan moaned, "Oh, no! Seventy to twenty, Gryffindor is temporarily ahead, but the situation is very tense Wonderful, if you can’t take countermeasures, I’m afraid..."

"Damn Slytherin, despicable Malfoy!" Ron waved his arms and shouted angrily, "If Gryffindor loses the game, I will not let Malfoy go, I swear I will ..."

Rarely, Hermione didn't stop Ron from swearing at Malfoy.

At this time, she was staring nervously at the sky, holding Ivan's arm with both hands.

Ivan didn't remind her that he knew Hermione must be very nervous, because he was equally nervous, concentrating all his attention on Harry's figure in the sky.

Directly above the crowd, Harry and Malfoy intertwine,

Neither of them would back down, and their broomsticks and knees often touched each other.

Harry seemed determined to stop whatever Malfoy was doing.

"Get out of the way, Potter!" Malfoy yelled resignedly, as he tried to turn the corner, only to find Harry blocking his path.

Harry didn't speak. Malfoy's action of grabbing the tail of the Firebolt just now made him very angry.

He now made up his mind to decide the outcome with Malfoy and directly engage in a physical confrontation.

This move greatly exceeded Malfoy's expectations, and made him unable to take measures.

You know, in the Quidditch game, the seeker rarely has physical contact with other players, let alone such a high-intensity confrontation like now.

The team's only requirements for the Seeker are top speed and adept control of the broomstick, and in order to maintain speed, the Seeker must deliberately lose weight.

Now such a reckless collision and blocking like Harry's is unprecedented in a regular game, so it's no wonder Malfoy can't adapt.

Even Harry himself was very thin, but he was able to grit his teeth and persevere. From this point of view, he was much stronger than the weak-willed Malfoy.

Not surprisingly, after several high-intensity collisions, Malfoy was quickly defeated. He looked flustered and quickly lowered his altitude, looking for help from other team members.

But no one was able to help him, and just a second before Malfoy's rapid descent, Angelina grabbed the ball again.

On the field, except for Malfoy, all the Slytherin players, even the goalkeeper, were speeding towards Angelina. They were about to block her, but it seemed more like they took this opportunity to finish her off.

Malfoy descended rapidly, with Harry hot on his heels, all at top speed.

The two of them rushed towards the Slytherin team like two falling meteors.

In order to avoid Malfoy and Harry, the Slytherin team all dispersed. Malfoy and Derek, who couldn't dodge, collided with everything, and the two rolled to the ground together.

Everything happened so fast that no one knew what was going on.

The Slytherins were all stunned, looking at what was happening in disbelief, they only saw Malfoy attacking his own team members.

At the critical moment, Harry pulled the Firebolt, bypassing the obstacles in front of him and ascending rapidly.

Because of him and Malfoy, the Slytherin encirclement formation was disrupted, and the path ahead of Angelina was cleared.

"She scored! She scored! Gryffindor leads eighty to twenty!" Lee Jordan shouted excitedly.

At the same time, Harry, who had just returned to the middle of the field, also spotted the Snitch, just a few feet away from the lawn, where there were golden spots of light shining.

Malfoy, who had just fallen from the sky, was very close to it, but he hadn't noticed it yet, and he and Derek were blaming each other.

Harry pushed the Firebolt downward, and everyone noticed his movement, and then they also spotted the Snitch floating above the lawn.

The Slytherins quickly reminded Malfoy, who froze for a moment, with a flash of greed and ecstasy on his face, that he was now much closer to the Snitch than Harry was.

He started to pick up speed too, and Malfoy felt victory so close to him like never before.

As long as he can catch the Snitch before Harry, he's a Slytherin hero, he's the best...

The noisy Quidditch field was instantly silent, and everyone was staring at Harry and Malfoy.

Ivan noticed that Harry pushed his feet back and kept urging the Firebolt, and he gradually caught up with Malfoy.

Bol hit him with a Bludger, and Harry dodged it by ducking on his broomstick.

His speed was so fast that only a phantom could be seen clearly, he was already near Malfoy's ankle, and in a blink of an eye he was parallel to him again.

At the last moment, Harry threw himself forward, taking both hands off his broomstick. Like a promotional animation made by Alvin and Sirius, Harry leaps forward like a lion, off the broomstick, he knocks Malfoy's arm away, and...

He stopped his descent, hands up, and the grandstand exploded.

Harry flew above the crowd with a strange ringing in his ears.

He gripped the little golden ball, and it flapped its wings hopelessly between his fingers.

Won! ! !

Gryffindor won the game! ! !

Ivan rushed to the center of the field with everyone, and the entire Gryffindor team flew down hugging each other.

Because of the excitement, everyone cried out.

"We won the trophy! We won the trophy!" There was an endless stream of cheers and shouts around, and everyone shouted until their voices became hoarse.

Malfoy looked at Harry angrily for a long time, and then followed the Slytherin team to leave the field sadly. The entire Quidditch field was completely turned into a sea of ​​scarlet.

Today is destined to be Gryffindor's holiday. The red crowd rushed over the barriers to the stadium wave after wave, and countless hands fell on the players like raindrops.

Ivan didn't go up to hug them like the others, he stopped at the edge of the field, and Sirius stood there alone, his face full of relief.

"This game is more exciting than any game in my impression. Harry played very well. He is an excellent seeker, even better than his father!" Sirius whispered to Ivan, he used Wiping the corners of his eyes with the back of his hand, his voice was slightly hoarse, "Yes, that's right, Harry has grown up, and James should be able to rest assured..."

Although he tried his best to restrain himself, the tears still flowed out.

To be honest, it was the first time Ivan saw Sirius cry like this. Even when he caught Peter Pettigrew and explained the truth of the incident to Harry, he was not like this now. In Ivan's impression, he originally thought that a brave wizard like Sirius would never shed tears.

Because he is fearless, after being betrayed by his trusted friend and his only best friend died because of himself, nothing can touch his heart anymore.

Even if it was tears, he should have shed them all during the thirteen years of being imprisoned in Azkaban!

But today, Sirius was crying, like any other young wizard who was thrilled to get the Quidditch trophy.

In an instant, Ivan felt the loneliness and relief of Sirius. He had a feeling that as Harry grew up, the former hero was slowly getting old.

Ivan didn't know how to persuade Sirius, maybe Harry's performance today can untie his knot and let him come out of endless self-blame...