Around eleven o'clock, the entire school seemed to be gathered in the stands of the Quidditch arena, many with binoculars, just to get a better view of the field. Pen | fun | pavilion www. ｂｉｑｕｇｅ。 ｉｎｆｏ

When the whistle blew, athletes from both sides entered one after another, Gryffindor in red on one side and Slytherin in green on the other, and at the same time, the audience erupted in a tsunami of applause and shouts, and even the usually serious and old-fashioned Professor McGonagall did not hesitate to smile.

At this moment, the voice of the narrator came from the magic loudspeaker:

"Hello, this is the first Quidditch match of the season at Hogwarts, and today the match is between Gryffindor and Slytherin......."

Hearing this, the students of the two academies let out shouts and screams again.

With the cheers of those present, all the athletes take to the air and then circle over the field to warm up. In the end, the two sides each occupied half of the country and faced off in mid-air.

“..... Now Mrs. Hawkie is in the ring, and the game is about to begin......"

Accompanied by the commentator's explanation, Mrs. Hawkie, as the referee, came to the center of the field, and in her hand was a large wooden box containing Bludger, Quaffle, and Golden Snitch.

"Now, listen, I want a fair game. ”

With that, Mrs. Hawkie opened the box.

"Two Bludgers are in the air, followed by the Golden Snitch, remember, the Golden Snitch is worth 150 points, and if either side catches the Snitch, the game is over. ”

In the end, Mrs. Hawkie picks up the biggest Quaffle in full view. The object was twelve inches in diameter, the size of a soccer ball, bright red, and was designed to be recognizable to the players in rain and snow. Quaffles are mainly used to score points, and throwing a Quaffle can be used to earn 10 points.

"The Quaffle is tossed high and the game begins!"

With a command, everyone moved, but in the end, it was a female member of Gryffindor who took the lead.

I saw her pass five levels and six generals, shake the Slytherin players one by one, and then hit a powerful shot, and the Quaffle went straight through the basket.

A crisp bell rang to signify a successful score, and at the same time, Gryffindor's scoreboard went from 0 to 10.

"Oh, Lena scores, Gryffindor gets 10!"

For a moment, the Gryffindor students stood up and cheered, and even Professor McGonagall couldn't help but applaud.

After a goal, the offense and defense are exchanged.

"Now that Slytherin has grabbed the Quaffle, Ryary passes it to captain Marco Forlin...."

The Slytherin captain was also a battle-hardened opponent who easily avoided interceptions and two mischievous Bludgers, but when he threw confidently, Gryffindor's captain and goalkeeper, Wood, swung the ball out with a dragon swing and landed in the hands of his own team.

Wood gently shook his index finger to signal that this was not the case, but Marco Flin on the other side had a gloomy face, and it seemed that he was about to play a trick.

Sure enough, just as Chu Nan guessed, the captain directly snatched the wooden stick from his batsman's batsman, and then swung the Bludger to Wood's back.

The Bludger was made of black iron, ten inches in diameter, and it knocked Wood so hard that he fell out of the air with a broomstick.

According to the rules, people outside the court are not allowed to interfere in the game on the field, but Chu Nan saw that his situation was too dangerous, so he gave him an air cushion for free to ensure that he would not be hurt twice.

Originally, Chu Nan thought that he was unconscious, but the keen Dumbledore still noticed it, but maybe his approach was quite in line with Lao Deng's mind, Lao Deng just nodded at him, and then focused on the arena again.

After all, Harry was the most important thing in his eyes.

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After Gryffindor lost his captain and goalkeeper, the lion cubs sighed, and Professor McGonagall looked worried. Not just for the injured Wood, but because she felt like she was going to lose to Snape again.

Truth be told, Professor McGonagall hadn't dared to look at Snape's triumphant face for a long time since they were defeated by Slytherin in their last game, and now she only hoped that the score wouldn't be too far behind.......

But the truth is so cruel, after losing the core of the whole team, Gryffindor is already like a loose sand, attacked by the opposing players at will and unable to organize effective defense and counterattack.

Within three points, Gryffindor's score had been overtaken.

At this time, Harry on the court was also anxious, but he did not have enough ball control skills and strength to grapple with the opponent, his strengths were speed and flexibility, so the Golden Snitch worth 150 points was his only hope of turning the tables.

Having made up his mind, Harry flew right above everyone's heads, followed the Golden Snitch and that's right, he decided to save his team!

Harry easily dodged a Bludger flying over his head and continued his search. But at this moment, his broom suddenly and horribly tilted, and he almost fell off, so he hurriedly clamped the broom tightly with his hands and knees.

Harry tried to straighten it up, but in vain, after a somersault, Harry had completely lost control of the broomstick, and his whole body hung in the air, leaving only his right hand to hold the broom.

Ron and Hermione closed their eyes when they saw Harry's miss, they barely dared to look any further, and the other Gryffindors let out exclamations and sighs, and Malfoy and his two supporters laughed.

Chu Nan immediately looked at the professorship, and sure enough, Quirrell and Snape were staring at Harry deadly, and there were words in their mouths, but one was chanting a spell and the other was unraveling a curse. Moreover, compared to Quirrell, who was hidden in the last row of the audience, Snape was much more conspicuous.

Chu Nan looked at Ron and Hermione beside him, and then at the big man Hagrid on the side, so he asked, "Hagrid, did you say that Harry's broom is malfunctioning?"

"No!" Hagrid said categorically, "nothing can interfere with the broomstick except black sorcery - no one can do that to the Light Wheel 2ooo." ”

Hearing this, Hermione immediately snatched Ron's binoculars, but instead of looking at Harry in the air, she nervously searched the audience.

"What are you doing?" muttered Ron, his face grim, and it seemed to him that Hermione was still preoccupied at this point, and he simply didn't take Harry to heart.

"I see," Hermione said aloud, "Snape—look!" she said, holding the binoculars to the bridge of Ron's nose, "See, he's casting a spell on a broomstick." ”

"What should we do?"

"Look at me. ”

Before Roth could speak, Hermione threw the binoculars into Ron's arms and ran away.

Ron pointed the binoculars at Harry again, and now that his broom was vibrating even more, he was about to fall, and everyone stood up and watched worriedly.

"Hurry up, Hermione. Roth whispered softly in despair.

Hermione was rushing towards the seat behind Snape, and she was walking in the row behind him, so hurried that she didn't stop to apologize even when she ran into Professor Flitwick.

Approaching Snape, she crouched, drew her wand, and chanted a spell at him, a bright blue flame erupting from her wand onto the hem of Snape's robes.

Hermione evacuated as quickly as she succeeded.

"Fire, you're on fire!"

With the loud shouts of the people next to him, Snape, who was concentrating on protecting Harry, realized that he was on fire.

He snorted and stood up, as Quirrell was knocked to the ground by the panicked professors, thus losing the chance to cast the curse.

At this moment, Harry, who was in the air, suddenly noticed that his broom had settled down, so he immediately climbed up.

When he regained control of the broomstick, he found that the Seeker on the other side was already chasing the Golden Snitch, and Harry's newborn calf was not afraid of the tiger, relying on the super speed of the Halo 2000 to push the opponent aside, and then follow the Golden Snitch to death.

At this time, the Golden Snitch seemed to be playing Harry, and he was hanging from him not far away.

Seeing that the Golden Snitch gave up his strange flight trajectory and flew at an ultra-low altitude and low altitude in front of him, Harry suddenly had a plan. I saw him gently let go of his hands, and then slowly stood up on the broom!

it, it's an otherworldly version of Edgeworth Flying!

Harry pounced and rolled off his broom to the ground. After rolling around the ground a few times, he covered his mouth with his hands, as if he was about to vomit. Just as the audience was paying attention to him, a golden object fell into his hand.

"I've caught the Golden Snitch!" he shouted, waving his hand over his head.

"Oh, unbelievable, he's got the Golden Snitch! Harry Potter has caught the Snitch, and Gryffindor gets 150 points!"

At this time, Mrs. Hawkie, who was the referee, also blew the silver whistle.

"It's over!