The situation on the pitch began to change, and the Slytherins gradually gained the upper hand. Pen ~ fun ~ pavilion www.biquge.info

"The Slytherins got the Quaffle, the Slytherins attacked, Montague scored!" Jordan moaned, "Oh no! seventy to twenty, Gryffindor is leading for the time being, but the situation is not good, if you can't take a countermeasure, I'm afraid ......"

"Damn Slytherin, dastardly Malfoy!" Ron waved his arms and shouted angrily, "If Gryffindor loses, I won't let Malfoy go, I swear I'm going to ......"

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

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

Evan didn't warn her, he knew that Hermione must be very nervous, because he was just as nervous, focusing all his attention on Harry's figure in the air.

Directly above the crowd, Harry and Malfoy intertwined,

Neither of them would back down, and the broomsticks and knees often bumped into each other.

Harry seemed determined to stop Malfoy no matter what he did.

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

Harry didn't speak, and the way Malfury pulled the tail of the firebolt made him very angry.

He was now determined to split the battle with Malfoy and go straight to the physical battle.

This move was a big surprise to Malfoy, and he was caught off guard.

Keep in mind that in Quidditch, Seekers rarely have physical contact with other players, let alone high-intensity confrontations like they do now.

The only thing the team expects from a Seeker is to have maximum speed and mastery of broomstick control, and in order to maintain their speed, the Seeker must deliberately lose weight.

Now that Harry is so desperate to collide and block, it is unprecedented in a regular game, and it is no wonder that Malfoy is uncomfortable.

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

Not surprisingly, after a few high-intensity collisions, Malfoy was quickly defeated, and he quickly lowered his altitude to seek help from the rest of the team.

But no one could help him, and just a second before Malfoy's rapid descent, Angelina stole the ball again.

On the field, all the Slytherin players, including the goalkeeper, except for Malfoy, were accelerating towards Angelina, who were ready to block her, but it looked more like they were taking advantage of the opportunity to finish her off once and for all.

Malfoy descended quickly, Harry chasing after him, all as fast as he could.

Like two falling meteors, the two men rushed towards the Slytherin team one after the other.

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

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

The Slytherins were all stunned, watching in disbelief as they saw Malfoy attacking their own teammates.

At the last moment, Harry pulled his firebolt and went around the obstacle in front of him.

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

"She scored! She scored! Gryffindor led eighty-twenty!" shouted Lee Jordan excitedly.

At the same time, Harry, who had just returned to the center of the court, spotted the Golden Snitch, just a few feet from the lawn, where it glowed with golden dots of light.

Malfoy, who had just fallen from the sky, was very close to it, but he hadn't noticed that he was pointing fingers at Derek.

Harry spurred the fire bolt downward, and everyone noticed his movements, and then spotted the golden snitch floating above the lawn.

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

He also began to pick up speed, and Malfoy never felt so close to victory as he was now.

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

The noisy Quidditch arena fell silent for a moment, and everyone was staring at Harry and Malfoy.

Evan noticed that Harry's feet were pushing back hard, urging the fire bolts as he gradually caught up with Malfoy.

Bol struck him with a Bludger, and Harry dodged it on his broomstick.

He was so fast that he could only see a phantom, and he was already next to Malfoy's ankle, and in the blink of an eye, he was parallel to the other man.

At the final moment, Harry threw himself forward, both hands off the broomstick. Like a promotional animation made by Evan and Sirius, Harry leaps forward like a lion, away from the broomstick, he knocks Malfoy's arm open, and then ......

He stopped the downward rush, his hands were raised, and the stands exploded.

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

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

Won!!

Gryffindor won the race!!

Evan followed everyone towards the center of the field, and the entire Gryffindor team flew down with each other in their arms.

Everyone cried out because of the excitement.

"We've won the trophy! We've won the trophy!" cheers and shouts all around him were endless, and everyone was screaming hoarsely.

Malfoy looked at Harry resentfully for a few moments before leaving the field with the Slytherin team, and the entire Quidditch field was completely scarlet.

Today was destined to be Gryffindor's holiday, and the red crowd rushed over the barricade to the pitch in waves, and countless hands rained down on the players.

Instead of hugging them like the others, Evan stopped at the edge of the field, and Sirius stood there alone, his face full of relief.

"It's more exciting than I've ever remembered, Harry played well, he's a great Seeker, even better than his dad!" Sirius whispered to Aven, wiping the back of his hand against the corner of his eye, his voice slightly hoarse, "yes, that's right, Harry has grown up, and Jaime should be able to rest assured......"

Although he tried his best to restrain himself, he couldn't help but shed tears.

Truth be told, it was the first time Evan had seen Sirius cry like this, even when he had caught Peter Pettigrew and explained the truth to Harry, he hadn't been like this. In Aven's impression, he had thought that a brave wizard like Sirius would never shed a tear.

Because he was fearless, after being betrayed by a trusted friend and his only best friend died because of him, nothing could touch his heart again.

Even if it's tears, after thirteen years of being locked up in Azkaban, it's time for him to drain it!

But today, Sirius cried, like other young wizards who were thrilled to receive the Quidditch trophy.

For a moment, Evan felt the loneliness and relief in Sirius, and he had a feeling that the former hero was slowly aging as Harry grew.

Evan didn't know how to convince Sirius, maybe Harry's performance today would untie the knot in his heart and let him come out of his endless self-blame...... (To be continued.) )