It wasn't always possible for a single shot to affect two opposing players, and after Harry and George both dodged Marca's Bludger, George immediately descended, trying to avoid being blocked by Harry as much as possible.

But even so, he, who was already much worse at the speed of the broom, had to lag behind Harry and Ginny a lot under the influence of this redundant behavior.

Maca's purpose was clearly achieved. Because in the future, he only needs to use the Bludger's interception again to slow down Harry's speed.

I saw that he didn't say a word, just turned around and plunged down - another Bludger was down there!

The rapid flight caused his robe to sway and make a hunting sound. If you look at it from a distance, Maca at this moment is like a meteor, rushing straight down diagonally.

The moment she passed the Bludger, Maca pulled up the broomstick handle and swung her bat. With a muffled thud, the Bludger soared and sped right in front of Harry.

"Oh—firebolts are so fast!" George still had time to sigh at this moment, and it was obvious that he knew that he would not be able to catch up this time.

The batsman usually has two tasks, in addition to hitting the Bludger at the opposing chaser, and protecting the chasers on his team as much as possible from the Bludger.

In the last two strokes, Maca faithfully carried out the previous task of the batsman, which was to attack; George, on the other hand, has been trying to carry out the latter's defensive duties.

But unfortunately, under Maka's clever obstruction, he couldn't catch up once.

Of course, in Quidditch matches, Harry's senses were keen. When he heard Maca's shot, he was already quickly looking for the direction in which the Bludger was flying. And when he saw the trajectory of the Bludger, he didn't choose to avoid it again.

No way, Ginny's flying movements are very beautiful, and with the fact that he slowed down just now because of dodging, he didn't have time to shake off the other party's entanglement in a short time.

What if you can't hide? Harry had thought of a move almost in the blink of an eye.

He would often see Gryffindor's current captain, Angelina, the chaser, practicing a tumbling technique that was effective in reducing the chance of being hit by a Bludger while preserving his sprint speed.

This technical action has an interesting name - "sloth hugging tree rolling".

Harry suddenly leaned down and lay on the broomstick, his hands and feet tightly wrapped around the broomstick. This movement made his speed not only unnoticeable, but even slightly increased. And clinging to the broom greatly reduces the area that can be hit, which can be described as killing two birds with one stone.

It's just that he still has a ghost flying ball in his hand!

This technical action has a lot of drawbacks for protecting the ball, and for a while, the red ghost flying ball has no body to cover and protect, when even it is exposed to Ginny's sight.

The Bludger failed to hit Harry again, instead whizzing a few inches around his waist and continuing to fly high into the air.

"Not bad?" Makati pulled the broom handle and kept climbing, seeing that Harry's response was quite decisive, he couldn't help but nodded, "It seems that the frequent training is not in vain, and enthusiasm is different." ”

In normal matches, even Maca can't make much of an impact by hitting the ball, as Bludgers have a notoriously low probability of hitting. However, he could see that George never intended to hit the ball at his sister, which was also waterproof in disguise.

Things went on as Maca expected, Harry rushed forward and Ginny chased hard, but they couldn't catch up with Harry's speed, and the two were already in the scoring zone in front of the knocker as soon as they chased and fled.

By the way, Ron hadn't moved much yet, and his head was already covered with beads of sweat. It's winter, isn't it? How nervous he was at this moment, you can imagine it.

Harry, on the other hand, had never practiced pitching and shooting, let alone breaking through to pitch alone. Even if he's always been a Gryffindor ace, he's just a Seeker.

Although he watched his teammates train a lot, Ron was also a Quidditch fan and watched no fewer games than Harry!

Even though his heart was trembling, Ron had to move.

I saw that he immediately followed the actions of a goalkeeper in his memory, and kept making a "figure-8" shaped ring fly between the two door knockers. Since he couldn't tell which ring Harry was going to throw, he felt he had to.

However, the technical actions you think about in your heart and the ones you make by yourself are completely different things.

As Maca and Ginny had originally said, when it came to Quidditch, knowledge on paper was far less important than practice.

Ron's idea was right, but the single "8" ring flight he was doing now was far from up to the standard in terms of speed.

As he flew to the left knocker again, Harry suddenly flicked the broomstick handle to the right, and suddenly sprinted at an accelerated speed.

As Ron hurriedly tried to turn, the Quaffle had already been tossed by Harry to the knocker on the right. The ball was slightly off, but after hitting the inside of the knocker, it still passed.

"Harry gets 10 points!"

Luna, who was watching from below, saw it and reported the score in time. It could be seen that she was also excited, waving her arms vigorously underneath, and her long pale blonde hair swayed in the sunlight, reflecting a soft glow.

Maca didn't bother to congratulate Harry, because he was looking at Luna with pleasure! It would be great if she could make her feel happy, winning or losing or something, he didn't care about it from the beginning.

It was a small Quidditch match, but it was also a time for his friends to laugh together, and he didn't want to be a time of personal heroism.

Besides, Luna doesn't eat that set either, does she?

Harry's goal above immediately grinned. He laughed as he flew towards the falling Quaffle, spun around to catch it, and flew towards Ron again.

Behind him, Ginny also stopped, looking a little annoyed.

"Hey, Ron!" Harry said, "I have to say, you made the right choice, but I think you'll have to fly faster." ”

Ron hurriedly caught the ball that Harry threw at him, but only sighed helplessly.

"I tried too, but I just couldn't fly fast, I felt like I couldn't turn in time if I was too fast!" He asked, a little distressed, "How do you turn around faster?" ”

"I think you should ask Marca," Harry exclaimed, "he's the fastest turnaround of any player I've ever seen!" Maca—"

Hearing Harry call her name, Maca finally looked away from Luna and spun around to climb up.

"What's wrong?" He asked as he flew.

"How do you do that turn?" Harry was also curious, "I've never seen a faster arc than yours!" ”

"Don't you see that?" Maca is strangely authentic.

"I only saw you turn sideways when you turned, but I didn't get it." Harry immediately shook his head, "You always block my view when you turn around, I can only see your back!" ”

"Really?" Maca thought for a moment, and then suddenly said, "Oh! You're usually behind me when I turn around, so it's no wonder you can't see it......"

He paused, then rolled over and made a motion, hooking the handle of the broom with the crook of his right leg, and then grabbing the tip of the broom with his left hand, the whole person turned sideways, almost forming a ninety degree with the broom.

"You can see it this time, right?" Maca hung on the broom, maintaining this movement, "Rely on your own weight to fall in the direction you want to turn, grab the broom's hand and pull it back at the same time, you can quickly turn." But it's not easy to balance when you're fast—"

"Oh – that's great! How did you come up with it? Harry seemed to understand the principle, and he nodded repeatedly, "I'll have to practice hard, then I can have one more killer feature!" This works especially well for a Seeker! ”

"I didn't come up with this, how can I think about Quidditch's technical moves?" Maca shook her head and said, "This is the stunt of Nico Nenade, the batsman of the Romanian national team, but because he didn't have time to use it a few more times, few people know about it." ”

"Didn't have time?" Harry was surprised.

"Yes! Didn't have time to ......," Maca shrugged, "Don't remember the 1809 Quidditch World Cup's 'Killer Forest Attack (1)'?" I think it's pretty famous, huh? ”

Seeing that everyone didn't seem to know very well, only Ginny seemed to have a vague impression, Maca amusedly explained the general situation.

“…… During that match, Nenard hired a large group of dark wizards to cast a spell on the entire forest around the arena. "When the situation was not in Romania's favor, Nenad struck the Bludger into the forest, causing a riot in the trees!" ”

"As a result, Nenard himself died?" Ron and Harry were stunned.

"That's right, that's it!" Maca smiled, "The Quidditch match turned into a battle between the wizard and the tree, and it lasted for seven whole hours - Nenad was killed by a grumpy spruce tree. ”

"Unruly ends." Ginny nodded repeatedly, "But it sounds terrifying—ordinary trees can kill people!" ”

"Alright, I've finished telling the allusions, let's move on! Get back to your place, go and go! Maca urged, "I don't have a lot of opportunities to play Quidditch with you, you'll have to let me play a little longer!" ”

Soon, after everyone was seated again, Ron tossed the Quaffle to Ginny and began the next round of attack.