"Potter, what do you want to do?!" Draco screamed in panic. He gasped for breath as he scrambled to dodge Harry.

The stupid boy thought Harry was trying to hit him.

Draco was terrified when he saw Harry break an arm and rush towards him desperately.

Did Harry want to pull me into the water?

Looking at Harry speeding towards him, Draco thought to himself.

This critic thought that Harry was desperate to rush over and exchange one with his limit!

He ducked as hard as he could, the eyes of his handsome face wide open in horror.

"Draco, this fool!" Seeing this, William shook his head helplessly, he had already guessed the result of the game.

On the other side, Harry wasn't in much better shape, and when he paused slightly to look at the Golden Snitch, the frantic Bludger struck him hard in the elbow.

A burning pain made Harry even dizzy.

"That must have hurt! Gryffindor Seeker Harry is hit by a Bludger. Lee Jordan's voice of regret came from the stands of Gryffindor.

"The situation is very bad for Gryffindor right now, if Harry is still injured and leaves, wait!" Before he could finish his sentence, he saw Harry rushing towards Malfoy desperately.

"Is this madness, Harry? Did you see the Golden Snitch? Or do you want to forcibly replace Malfoy? Lee Jordan's voice drew everyone's eyes to Harry as he galloped towards Malfoy.

The people held their breath and watched Harry intently, which caused the huge Quidditch pitch to fall silent even for a moment, except for the muffled thunder in the sky and the crackling of raindrops on the grass.

But Harry didn't pay attention to any of these things, and at this moment there was only one thing left in his mind, catching the Golden Snitch.

He struggled towards Malfoy's position, one leg hooked onto the broomstick to keep himself from falling off the high-speed broomstick, and on the other side his right hand, which had been hit by a Bludger, was now dangling limply and unconsciously.

The distance between the two men grew closer, and finally, Harry's figure and Draco staggered.

Time seemed to stand still for a moment, and Harry looked down, and he could even see Draco's horrified face, who had spotted the golden snitch above his head.

But it was too late.

Harry stretched out his intact left hand and grabbed it fiercely, after feeling the cold body of the golden snitch between his fingers, Harry fell straight down, he was no longer able to do it, now he was completely relying on his willpower to hold on and not let himself fall into a coma.

Harry fell into the mud as the crowd screamed, and he rolled off his broomstick, his injured right hand dangling at a very strange angle.

Harry used the last of his consciousness to raise his uninjured left hand high, so that Mrs. Hooch, who landed next to him, could see the snitch in his hand for the first time.

After confirming that Harry had caught the Golden Snitch, Madame Hooch blew the silver whistle around her neck to declare the match over.

"Gryffindor Seeker catches the Golden Snitch, the game is over, Gryffindor wins!" With the blessing of her loud voice, her voice spread throughout the stadium, and naturally, this also reached the ears of William and others in the Ravenclaw stands.

"Slytherin is finished!" Terry sighed softly, "I really didn't expect Harry to be able to catch the Golden Snitch in that situation!" ”

"This kind of desperate style of play is something that only Gryffindor can do." William replied slightly, his eyes fixed on the Hufflepuff stands, which were also boiling over, and no one but Slytherin himself hoped they would win the match.

But William's focus was not on the excited students, he looked towards the top corner, it was empty, and I don't know when, Dobby, the house-elf, had left.

"Is it marked?" William asked softly to the black cat on his shoulder, having long discovered the magical functions of the couriers provided by this organization.

He can distinguish different objects by different magical powers, and put a unique mark, after which, if Dobby appears near William, then Blake will definitely warn William as soon as possible.

"Meow~" The black cat nodded, and then under the caress of William's palm, a very pleasant ecstasy sound continued to be heard.

"Harry! Harry Potter has captured the Golden Snitch! He's got the Golden Snitch! After Mrs. Hodge's whistle announcing the end of the game, there was an excited shout of Lee Jordan from the stands of Gryffindor.

"One hundred and eighty to eighty, Gryffindor has killed Slytherin! In the first game of the new season, Gryffindor staged a shocking reversal! O Merlin! He's a hero of Gryffindor! Li Jordan was so excited that he was already incoherent.

Equally excited was Professor McGonagall, who was ranting frantically in the direction of Slytherin, and it only took a few seconds for this usually serious wizard to become a real Gryffindor when it came to Quidditch-related things.

Brave, passionate, and adventurous and unconventional.

In her first year, she was the first to break the school rules and make Harry a Seeker in her first year!

"Gryffindor classmates! Let's take a good look at the heroes who saved Gryffindor! ”

Guided by Jordan's voice, the Gryffindor students rushed straight into the Quidditch pitch, where whistles and shouts were now everywhere.

"Let's go, Terry?" William, who stood up, saw that his roommate was still sitting there in a daze, and he couldn't help but remind.

"I'm still a little puzzled, how did Potter find the Golden Snitch around Malfoy when he was moving at such high speeds? Did he bless the Eagle Eye Charm you invented in advance? "Terry looks skeptical.

It seemed that Harry's brilliant performance had made him think wildly.

"Don't think about it, Harry wouldn't use that little trick, some people are born to be in the ring, Terry. So are you, and so is Potter. I'm looking forward to what you're going to look like when you knock him over. ”

"Huh? Isn't that Lockhart? Where did he go and what did he do? On Terry's other side, Ike asked with a strange voice.

I don't know when, during the Gryffindor celebration, a strange thing mixed in.