Mrs. Hodge is the referee. She stood in the middle of the court, her broomstick in her hand, waiting for the players on both sides.

"Listen, I want everyone to be fair and honest in the competition."

As soon as the team gathered around her, she said.

The Slytherins present frowned, displeased to look at her. Her words seemed to be directed specifically at Marcus Flint, the captain of the Sleilin team and a sixth-grader.

It's all prejudice, and the vast majority of the professors, staff, and students in this school see Slytherin as sinister and cunning villains, and you can expect Slytherins who grew up in such a hostile environment to have a good opinion of other people.

In particular, how can it be tolerated that this Hogwarts is still a Slytherin industry that still needs purebloods to throw money into it every year, taking their money and secretly excluding them.

It's no wonder that so many pure-blood wizards joined the Death Eaters as soon as Voldemort raised his arms, half of them were Liliang who was afraid of Voldemort, and the other half was inevitably rejected by others.

Rejected by light and warmth, where else can they go but to throw themselves into darkness and cold?

"Please get on your broomsticks."

Lady Hooch ignored Slytherin's vague displeasure and continued.

No matter how disgruntled they were, the Slytherins couldn't bring it up here. If they want to express their displeasure, they can win the trophy in this tournament in one fell swoop, and slap the faces of these people who look down on them, telling them that Slytherin is the best at Hogwarts.

Madame Hodge blew her silver whistle vigorously.

The team members stepped on the broomsticks one after another, and fifteen broomsticks rose from the ground and rose high into the sky.

The race is on.

The race began, and it was a tight battle from the start.

The unscrupulous Slytherin was full of tricks and caught Gryffindor off guard, but the Gryffindor players managed to survive with their extensive training.

But training is unlikely to give them much resistance, and there will be a day when strong walls will be breached.

Tricked by Slytherin's trickery, one of Gryffindor's chasers was overly attacked by several Slytherin players, and was quickly outnumbered and quickly fell off his broomstick.

"Oh my God, someone has fallen, it's Arya Spinnert from Gryffindor. With one player missing, Gryffindor is at a disadvantage, and as far as I know, Gryffindor has no substitutes. We have to admit that Slytherin's methods, as despicable as they were, worked. Oh, a valiant warrior fell under the intrigues. ”

Jordan watched the game go live with indignation, ignoring Professor McGonagall's almost pitch-black face.

"Jordan! I warn you—"

Professor McGonagall yelled, she hated favoritism the most, but she couldn't help but be a little angry now, otherwise she wouldn't have just warned Lee Jordan verbally.

"Okay, okay! Flint almost killed the Gryffindor chaser, and I'm sure anyone can get ...... this kind of thing."

"Oh! Look at that, Gryffindor's Angelina Johnson has snatched the Quaffle, she's a charming girl, look at her athletic and well-trained moves...... Beautiful, easy to dodge the interceptor - goal! Gryffindor plus 10 points! Although there were only two chasers left, they did not give up hope of victory. ”

Li Jordan, who was still scolding Slytherin's dirty methods just now, immediately changed his tone and praised as soon as he saw Gryffindor's goal.

"That damn bastard, I really want to throw a few curses at him, how can this kind of person explain."

Draco is more and more uncomfortable the more he listens, is this also called commentary? It's purely to belittle Slytherin to pull up Gryffindor. What's wrong with trickery, isn't it not a violation of Quidditch's rules? Even on the shijie cup, the use of this method is a regular tactic!

In the stands, the Slytherins had long been holding back their anger, and they were so angry at the commentator's obvious bias that they turned blue.

It seems that after this competition, Li Jordan should be careful when he goes out and walks, otherwise he may be beaten in the back at some point.

Holding grudges is a Slytherin character.

"Gryffindor!! Come on! ”

"Defeat Slytherin! Go Gryffindor! ”

Except for the corner of Slytherin House, the other three Xiangshang students cheered for the Gryffindor team, and their number was several times that of all Slytherin members. The small sound of Slytherin drowned out the cheers before it even left the stands.

"It's chilling to say this, is the board providing so many gold gallons every year just to learn from these people who are bent on resisting us? It seems that it is necessary to propose a board meeting to cut the tuition fee a little, and Hogwarts, which only makes less than a little money every year, needs to be reformed, how about doubling the tuition fee or two, Draco? ”

As a Slytherin, no one would be happy with the performance in the stands, and Sephiroth was no exception, he suggested to Draco beside him.

Malfoy and the Sterling family are both members of the Hogwarts Board of Trustees, and every year the family invests a large amount of gold Galleons into Hogwarts, one to maintain the house, and the other is nominally to reduce the costs borne by the young wizards.

Although everyone knows where these gold gallons are going, and so many gold gallons are invested every year, the school's props are still the same old things from more than ten years ago, and they have been updated that year. Those golden gallons were just purebloods trying to stabilize Dumbledore's investment, and they all went into Dumbledore's personal pocket.

It's ironic that knowing that Dumbledore and the Order of the Phoenix are determined to fight the purebloods, those stupid and brainless pure-blood wizards are still desperate to throw Jin Gallon into the belly of this insatiable, never-ending wolf.

Every year and every year, the interests of the purebloods were weakened, but they still couldn't band together to give Dumbledley a little more blow. Obviously, 90% of the economy of the wizarding world is controlled by purebloods, and if purebloods had learned Muggle economic concepts to fight economic warfare, Dumbledore and the Order of the Phoenix would have been beaten out of a long time ago.

It's just that you have to deal with others in Liliang, which you are not good at, not brainless.

"Spotting the Snitch! The Slytherin Seeker seems to have spotted the Snitch and is swooping down towards the ground......"

Sephiroth, who was mocking the retarded mind of a pure-blood wizard in his heart, was pulled back to reality by Lee Jordan's loud shout, and when he looked up, the score had unconsciously stretched to 60:100, of course, Slytherin 100 points.

And it seems that this boring game is coming to an end, and Sephiroth has not found any trace of the Snitch, but now that Slytherin's Seeker Terrence Higgins has already acted, it is only a matter of time before the Snitch is caught.

Gryffindor lost Harry to the team, and the Seeker was an obscure minor character that Sephiroth didn't even remember by name.

The current Gryffindor Seeker is naturally not as brave and shit as Harry, and his reaction is obviously not so fast, and he only reacted when he heard Lee Jordan's explanation, chasing in the direction of Slytherin Seeker Terrence Higgins, looking at his confused look, I am afraid that he has not yet discovered where the Snitch is.

"Shhh

A shrill whistle pierced the eardrums, and the game was over, and Slytherin's Seeker, Terrence Higgins, sat on a broomstick and held up a small golden ball in his right hand - the Snitch!

All the players slowly stopped, and the whole stadium fell silent, followed by a roar of cheers from the Slytherin stands.

"We won! We won! ”

"Win, the Quidditch Cup is ours!"

"Hooray, Slytherin!"

The Slytherins hugged each other and cheered as they celebrated the return of Slytherin House once again with honor.

Draco reflexively hugged Sephiroth Daxiao, his face flushed with excitement, as if he was the one who had won the match.

Nothing can stand in their way, they are proud Slytherins!

Unlike Slytherin, the other three houses were in an atmosphere of frustration and silence, and Wood, the captain of the Gryffindor team, landed on the ground, and when his feet touched the ground, the tall boy had tears in his eyes, and slowly fell to his knees, burying his head deep in the grass and weeping silently.

Another defeat, unlike the Slytherin team who were celebrating, the Gryffindor players looked very demoralized.

After such hard training, coming and going in the wind and rain, the result still can't be exchanged for the honor of victory?

Gryffindor has not won a Quidditch Cup in seven years, and many Gryffindor players have never won a single game for five or six years since joining the Quidditch team.

Such a reality makes them depressed and makes them sad and lost.

This time, they were on the pitch as underdogs again, plus this Slytherin had been Quidditch winners for eight years in a row.

Isn't the hard training still better than a Slytherin with a good broomstick?

So what is their effort, a joke?

"Once again, we have guarded our glory, and the honor belongs to Slytherin!"

In Slytherin, the captain of the team, Marcus Flint, shouted to his younger siblings.

"Here, I have something to say, please be quiet for a moment before cheering and celebrating."

"Younger students, I'm already in Year 6, and I'm quitting the team for next year's N.E.W.TS Wizarding Exam, which is the first time I've played in Quidditch. From now on, the honor of Slytherin will depend on you. Whoever succeeds me, I don't want Slytherin honor to be lost in your hands! ”

"Now, then, let's celebrate our victory!"

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P: Second update.