Li Jordan's voice grew louder and louder, and everyone stood up and cheered.

"Quaffle made it - she scored! Ten to 0, Gryffindor leads!

Win or lose, Angelina, handsome girl, I'll wash your underwear this month! ”

Willian stood up and applauded, he had never seen such a good Quidditch match, and both teams showed great tactical quality from the start.

In Quidditch, the Seeker can really make a huge difference, after all, if you catch the Golden Snitch, you have 150 points and can end the match.

But this sport is not a lone hero sport.

This is a team tournament where batsmen control the wandering and interfere with the seekers.

There are more than 700 ways to foul Quidditch in the game, and it is not so easy for the Seeker to catch the Golden Snitch.

Again, 150 points may seem like a lot, but a match can sometimes take months, and even this Quidditch World Cup final took three days and three nights.

At this time, 150 points are not so prominent, and the main means of scoring is completely relying on teamwork and goals scored by chasers.

William pressed the telescope tightly in front of his eyes.

At this point, Hufflepuff scored again to pull the score back.

"The formation has changed, the eagle head offensive formation, a beautiful transformation, flowing water."

Lee Jordan also showed plenty of tactical acumen to explain the formation Gryffindor was using at this point.

William could see the three Gryffindor chasers speeding next to each other, all three closing in on the Hufflepuff players.

Then, Angelina was seen pretending to rush up with a ghost flying ball, leading away the chasing ball Warrington, and then throwing the ball to Neymar.

Volko, one of Hufflepuff's batsmen, struck the flying Bludger with a short stick in his hand and hit it towards Neymar; Neymar shrank down, dodged the Bludger, threw the Quaffle, and Angelina, hovering underneath, caught the ball—

"Angelina scores again!" Li Jordan roared in a loud voice, and the audience cheered and cheered, shaking the Quidditch arena to tremble.

Autumn jumped up and down excitedly, waving her arms non-stop.

Soon, the game went on for forty minutes, but the scores of both sides were still dead.

Hagrid exclaimed: "This is definitely the best final in recent years.

Unlike previous years, Slytherin students always like to use foul tactics and tear the game to pieces. ”

Slytherin have a knack for fouling, which is why they have won titles so many times.

And Hufflepuff and Gryffindor are much cleaner under their hands, at least there is no such thing as iron elbows and deliberate collisions.

Suddenly, a loud phoenix roar sounded in the sky above Hogwarts Castle.

A big silver creature broke out of the window, and it floated to the ground, raising its proud head.

It was a phoenix, a silver phoenix - Dumbledore's Patronus.

The phoenix is graceful and sparkling, landing lightly in the middle of the field.

The Patronus opened his mouth wide and spoke in Dumbledore's loud, deep, slow voice.

"The finals were suspended, and everyone immediately returned to their common rooms under the protection of the professor."

The phoenix vanished, as if it had never been there.

Professor McGonagall froze, glancing back at the castle.

Dumbledore rarely used a Patronus to deliver a message, except in the event of a special emergency.

Without much thought, McGonagall jumped to her feet, showed off her age-appropriate athletic skills, appeared on the podium, and snatched the microphone from Lee Jordan's hand.

"The prefects of each college organize the order of the students, don't panic, and return to the common room in turn!"

Many people didn't realize what was happening, but Professor McGonagall's words were still echoing across the court, and the prefects began to get up, and the teachers were keeping order.

The crowd booed and shouted discontentedly, not wanting to miss such a spectacular Quidditch final.

Oliver Wood looked dejected, and he landed on the ground, running towards Professor McGonagall without getting off his broomstick.

"But the Professor!" He shouted, "We have to play...... Quidditch Cup...... Gryffindor ...... We're about to win! ”

At this time, the difference between the two sides was only twenty points, and he really dared to say.

Professor McGonagall ignored him and continued to hold the microphone and shout, "All students must return to the common room of the House, where the Head of the House will tell you more about the situation. Please leave as soon as possible! ”

Everyone muttered, crowded towards the castle, some muttering about the cancellation of the game, others looking nervous.

Everyone was talking about what was going on, so bad that even the Quidditch final had to be cancelled.

Marietta joked that it was the Death Eaters who showed up.

Bralid thinks it was the final exam questions that were burned.

Many young wizards are more likely to approve or expect this result, as if then they don't have to take the exam.

Towards the Ravenclaw common room, Professor Flitwick suddenly appears at the back of the crowd.

"Mr. Stark, I have something to ask you, come with me."

William had some bad premonitions, and gestured to Autumn with innocent eyes, indicating that he didn't know what was going on either.

William really didn't know, but he suspected that it was the incident of entering the secret passage yesterday, and the incident at the east window.

William followed Professor Flitwick out of the crowd and up the marble staircase, but this time instead of being taken to anyone's office, they went to the university hospital.

"Listen William, you may be a little shocked by what I'm going to say next."

As they approached the hospital, Professor Flitwick said in a serious voice, "Death just happened......

William's heart seemed to slow down, and he thought for a moment, his friends were all in the Quidditch pitch, and it shouldn't be his good friend who died.

Professor Flitwick said in an extremely sad tone, "It's Prefect Robert Hilliard. ”

"W-how is this possible?" William paused and said in disbelief: "Two hours ago, I ran into him at the door of the break room. ”

"Yes." Professor Flitwick lamented: "The attack happened during the final and he was used...... The black magic killed. ”

"Who did that?"

"It hasn't been investigated yet." Professor Flitwick said: "We found a bottle of water of life and death in his hand.

Madam Pomfrey said that you made it, and that you asked her about the points of making the potion before. ”

"Yes, it does." William quickly recounted the conversation they had had in the morning.

"And did you notice anything else?"

William thought about it again and shook his head, "No, Professor. ”

Professor Flitwick sighed, as if the last clue had been broken.

Dumbledore walked in, his face serious, and Professor Flitwick shook his head at him.

Dumbledore was about to say something when suddenly there was a sound of stumbling footsteps in the hallway.

Filch rushed over, gasping for breath and stammering, "Headmaster, go quickly...... You go and ...... Professor Tywin...... He ......"

"Dead."

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