"Now the Quaffle is on Slytherin's side, and Warrington of Slytherin is heading straight for Gryffindor's goal, this team stacked with gold gallons, they think they have firebow arrows-"

"Jordan, I warn you. Professor McGonagall said sternly.

"Okay, okay. ”

"Wow! a nice Bludger, oh no, Warrington forced it through with the speed of a firebolt, just a little bit. This is Weasley, Warrington passes to Flint, and he scores! 0-10 Slytherin leads! ”

The cheers in the stands of Slytherin Yard rose higher and higher. Professor McGonagall clutched the little Gryffindor flag in her hand, completely forgetting that it was time to stop Jordan's obviously unfair explanation.

"Ouch!"

Angelina dribbled towards the Slytherin goal, Marcus Flint slammed into it, and Angelina almost got knocked off her broomstick.

"I'm sorry!" Flint said, and the crowd below booed. "Sorry, I didn't see her!"

After a while, Fred Weasley slapped Flint with his bat. Flint's nose hits the broomstick and starts bleeding.

"Alright!" Mrs. Hodge screamed, rising steeply between them. "Gryffindor players attack chasers for no reason, penalty points! Slytherin team deliberately hurt chasers!"

"Don't do that, ma'am!" Fred yelled, but Madame Hooch blew the whistle, and Arya flew to the front to be punished.

"Good job, Arya!" Lee shouted in the silence of the crowd.

"Yes, she crossed the goalkeeper! 10 to 10, and now the two teams are back on the same line!" Phoenix makes the firebolts rise sharply and watches Flint, who was bleeding from his nose, fly to the front to receive punishment for the Slytherins.

Wood circled in front of the Gryffindor goal, gritting his teeth.

"Of course, Wood is a fantastic goalkeeper!" Lee Jordan told the crowd that Flint was waiting for Mrs. Hooch to blow the whistle.

"Great! It's hard to get over -- yes! It's unbelievable! He's got the Quaffle back!"

Phoenix looked down from above, looking around for the Golden Snitch. Soon Harry posted it, and it was clear that he had to keep Phoenix from getting close to the Golden Snitch until Gryffindor had scored more than eighty points.

"The Quaffle is on Gryffindor's side, no, on Slytherin's side - no! The ball is on Gryffindor's side again, this team's Katie Bell, Gryffindor's Katie Bell got the Quaffle, and she's speeding around the field - that's on purpose!"

Slytherin's chaser, Draco, had already turned in front of Katie, and instead of catching the Quaffle, he was going to grab Katie's head. Katie flipped her heel in the air, still firmly on her broomstick, but the ball fell. Mrs. Hooch's whistle went on again, and she rose to Draco and began shouting at him. A minute later, Katie got past the Slytherin goalkeeper and gave them another penalty. "Twenty to ten! Bear with it, you filthy and deceitful—"

"Jordan, if you can't do justice to you-!" Professor McGonagall finally remembered to stop his biased explanations.

"I'm the one who commented fairly, Professor!"

If you want to follow me, you'll have to pay a price. Harry clings to Phoenix like kraft candy, and he thinks it's time for him to suffer.

Suddenly, Phoenix suddenly lunged down, as fast as a green lightning bolt.

"Peverell is in the downside - Harry is close behind-"

The supporters of the two teams shouted loudly and cheered on. It's like the two are competing to see who hits the ground first.

Phoenix reached out a hand and grabbed it down. Harry was even more anxious, speeding up desperately, but Phoenix moved slightly to the right, blocking in front of Harry's downward direction, and the two of them fell quickly, one green and one red, one in front of the other.

"They're going to fall to the ground!"

At the last second, Phoenix rose again, hovering and flying away. Harry reacted quickly, but he was still a step too late, and he fell to the ground with a thud that could be heard throughout the stadium. There was a lament in the areas that supported Gryffindor.

"Oh my god - it's a Langsky feint - the game is suspended!"

Madame Pomfrey enters the arena to inspect Harry's injuries. Phoenix flew back into the air with a light light flight and continued his search for the Golden Snitch. His supporters cheered loudly.

The other Gryffindors landed and if Harry couldn't continue playing, they were doomed.

Wood and Harry got into an argument with Lady Pomfrey, and it seemed that Madame Pomffrey didn't want him to continue playing. Phoenix couldn't hear what they were saying.

But soon, the game resumed.

Harry got back on his broomstick, and Gryffindor survived. After Lonsky's feint, all broomsticks were enchanted with reinforcement magic on the front to prevent the broom from being damaged in this situation, and to protect the Seeker to some extent.

"Now the Quaffle fork is on the Gryffindor side, Johnson is holding the ball - Flint is next to her - poking him in the eye, Angelina!--Kidding, Professor, it's a joke - oh, no - Flint has the ball, Flint is flying towards Gryffindor's goal, come on, hey, Wood, save the ball-!"

But Flint scored, and cheers erupted from the Slytherin side. Lee Jordan scolded fiercely, and Professor McGonagall tried to snatch the microphone from Jordan's hand.

"I'm sorry, Professor, I'm sorry! Not again! So, twenty to twenty, the ball is on the Gryffindor team. ”

The Slytherins began to attack unscrupulously due to Harry's condition. That knocked him a little dazed.

Bol hit Harry with a stick and tried to say he thought he was a Bludger. One of the Weasleys retaliated by elbowing Bol in the face. Mrs. Hodge gave points to both teams. Wood made another save to put the score at 30-20 and Gryffindor in the lead.

Wood yelled for the batsman to protect Harry from any more injuries. One of the Weasleys began to fly around Harry.

Forty to twenty scored. Slytherin focused all their attention on Harry and caused them to concede the goal.

"Leave Potter alone, bite the score. 'Even though Harry went off and they won the game as well, it wasn't what he wanted. In his opinion, this is just a ball game, and you don't need to live or die.

Bol and Derrickley both aim their sticks at Wood, and they hit Wood in the stomach one after the other, and Wood grabs the broom and rolls in the air, the man fully bent.

Mrs. Hooch was furious.

"You can't attack the goalkeeper unless the Quaffle is in the scoring zone!" She screamed at Bol and Derek, "Gryffindor takes the free throw!"

Hell, I mean stop fouling, Phoenix thought to himself.

Angelina scored, fifty to twenty. A moment later, Bludger struck Angelina, knocking the Quaffle off in her hand, and Draco grabbed the ball and sent it to Gryffindor's goal: fifty to thirty.

The Gryffindor audience below screamed hoarse - Gryffindor was bitten tightly all the time, and if they didn't pull the score away, they would also lose.

Phoenix flies slowly and leisurely in the air, without the feeling of competition at all, as if traveling on a broomstick. Suddenly, he saw the Golden Snitch flashing twenty feet above the Slytherin goal. Phoenix sped up greatly, the wind whistled in his ears, and he headed straight for his target like an arrow.

Harry didn't react until a few seconds later, trying in vain to catch up. Too late, a few seconds are fatal for a fire bolt.

"Peverell is speeding up—blocking him—blocking him—blocking him—" Jordan cried out in a lost voice.

The Weasley twins hit the Bludger, Phoenix hung on the broomstick, his hands and feet clasped on the broomstick, and deftly dodged the past, Harry narrowed a little closer, and there were still two positions between them.

Weasley threw out the short stick in desperation.

The entire stadium held their breath.