"Slytherin scores!" Lee's voice rang out amid cheers and boos from the crowd in the stands, "Ten to zero, Slytherin leads, Ron's reaction speed is good, but it seems to be unlucky." ”

"Oh no......" Colin wailed loudly from the sidelines, obviously, in Colin's opinion, it wasn't a good shot, but Ron still didn't make it.

The Slytherins sang even louder: Weasley was born in the dumpster, and he always put the ball in the goal.

The singing voice was now deafening, overshadowing all the voices in the field, and no matter how much Lee tried to save it, it had no effect, and even if he relied on amplification, Lid's voice seemed too thin in front of all Slytherins.

In fact, Gryffindor also wanted to boost the morale of their team, but from the beginning of the Quidditch match, everyone cheered or booed, there was no unified slogan at all, and it was too late to organize!

"Weasley make sure we win this game, Weasley is our king!"

The singing began to resound throughout the audience, and even many of the Hufflepuffs and Ravenclaws began to sing along. Admittedly, this song is really magical, especially the line: Weasley is our king, which is simply a Hogwarts version of the brainwashing divine comedy.

The Slytherins on the field are getting braver, in fact, they have completely abandoned the Bludger and gone to snatch the Quaffle wholeheartedly, desperate to grab the ball.

Angelina screamed loudly in the audience, Van Lin saw that it was different from the training match, Angelina waved her arms to let the players defend, but this was a mess, in the eyes of outsiders, the hasty arrangement was really full of loopholes, and this just fell into the arms of Slytherin, and was led by the Slytherins to the rhythm.

Tempo is a crucial thing in a game, and once you get caught in the rhythm of the opponent, it snowballs constantly, which is a very scary thing.

Fred and George's Bludger hit Nelson hard, but this is when Slytherin's physical advantage is revealed, and Nelson's body just shakes for a moment, and the impact and pain do not make him let go of the Quaffle.

As before, Nelson went straight to the Gryffindor goal, the same position, the agreed action, and even the surrender of the ball.

But Ron was clearly distracted, Comet Seven was crumbling there, as if it would fall to the ground in the next second, and Ron unconsciously dodged backwards.

Immediately, there was a groan of pain from the Gryffindor side, and the Slytherin team erupted in screams and applause.

"Slytherin is scoring a goal and the score is 20-0 and hopefully the Gryffindor players will be able to adjust quickly. ”

Jordan's voice sounded a little reluctantly, as a Quidditch commentator, Jordan naturally understood what happened to Ron, and if he relied on luck, he couldn't save him.

Then it was Warrington, the captain of Slytherin, who got the Quaffle, followed by Goyle, and then ......

Thirty to zero! Forty to zero!

Their current tactics are simple, giving up control and mobility, everyone is swarming in front of their goal, grabbing the ball and rushing forward.

The simplest wolf pack tactics, and they have only one goal, the Quaffle!

Then fly to Ron, pitch, score!

"It's over!" Hermione said bitterly, and Ron seemed to have given up on resistance, or was completely confused.

Now, as long as a Slytherin comes in with a Quaffle, they can easily score goals.

The worst thing is a goal scored by Goyle, which is unimaginable, before the start of the game, Angelina and Harry also mocked that Goyle and Kra are two idiots who can't tell the difference between the front and back of the broom, it is conceivable that Ron's psychological defense has been completely ......

"Is there any way?" asked Hermione, reluctantly.

"Unless there are substitutions, but Gryffindor obviously don't have any extra substitute goalkeepers, but I think it would be better to replace Ginny, but now Slytherin is ...... tactically" Van Lin said worriedly, "now we can only rely on Angelina and Harry, control the score, and then let Harry get the snitch and finish the game with 150 points......"

In fact, that's exactly what Harry thought, he didn't dare to count on Ron anymore,

But inevitably, Harry's motivation for finding the Snitch now had an element of trepidation, and he just wanted to find it quickly and end the game.

"Weasley was born in the dumpster, he always put the ball in the goal, Weasley will win this game, Weasley is our king!" the Slytherins sang loudly, this was probably the best way to attack.

Harry leaned over and swam the whole room as fast as he could, he didn't dare to look at Ron, only to hear the constant cheers of the Slytherins below.

"—Now it's Nelson's turn again," Lee said below, "and he passed to Johnny, and Johnny dodged Isabella, and now it's here, Arya, you can deal with him, oh—in fact you can't—but Fred Weasley hit a nice Bludger again, I mean, George Weasley, oh whatever, it's always one of them anyway, and now Nelson dropped the Quaffle and Goyle—oh—let go— too- Now it's Warrington with the Quaffle, and Warrington, the captain of Slytherin, with the Quaffle, he's already flying high, now quick, Gryffindors, stop him!"

Harry surged behind the Slytherin goal at one end of the stadium, hoping he wouldn't see what was going on on Ron's side.

As he skimmed past the Slytherin goalkeeper, he heard the audience below Hamill singing, "Weasley can't save a ball......"

"-Warrington dodged Angelina again, and he flew straight towards the goal to stop him, Ron!"

Harry didn't need to look at what was happening: Gryffindor's hair let out a miserable sigh, accompanied by a new scream and cheer from the Slytherin.

Looking down, Harry saw Pansy, with a pug-faced face, right in front of the stands, with his back to the court, directing the Slytherin cheerleaders to sing energetically, "That's why Slytherin says Weasley is our king!"

But 20 points is nothing, and Gryffindor still has time to catch up, or catch the snitch. After scoring a few goals and they'll win as usual.

Harry said to himself, comforting himself, and weaved up and down the rest of the team to chase down the glittering spot in front of him, only to find out that it was Warrington's strap.

But Ron scored two more goals. Harry was already a little anxious to find the Snitch. If he can just find it and end the game quickly.

- Gryffindor's Angelina dodged Goyle, flashed past Warrington, good turn, Angelina, now she tosses to Isabella, Isabella catches the Quaffle, she passes Nelson, she rushes towards the goal, now come on, Isabella - Gryffindor scores!!Now Slytherin is sixty to ten, sixty to ten, now Kra is holding the Quaffle. ”

Harry was heartened to hear the roar of Luna's comical lion's hat mixed with the cheers of the Gryffindors. It's only fifty points, that's nothing, and it's easy for them to chase it back.

Harry dodged a Bludger that was striking him in his direction and continued to frantically walk around the arena looking for the Snitch, watching Malfoy for any indication that he had spotted the Snitch, but Malfoy, like him, had just been hovering high in the field, searching in vain......

Warrington tossed it back to Goyle - Arya got in, Arya got the Quaffle, Arya gave it to Bill, and it looked promising—I mean not good—that Bill was hit by a Bludger from Slytherin's Cara, and now Nelson was holding the ball. ”

"Weasley was born in the dumpster, he always let the Quaffle slip in, and Weasley would make sure we won. ”

But Harry had found it: the tiny, winged, golden snitch was hovering a few feet above the ground at the end of Slytherin's field.

He swooped down...... In a few seconds at most, Malfoy scurried past Harry's left, only to see a green and silver shadow crunched on his broomstick...... The snitch circled the foot of a goal several times and quickly slipped towards the other side of the stands. Its change of direction worked in Malfoy's favor, he got closer, Harry adjusted his broomstick, and now he and Malfoy were shoulder to shoulder......

A few feet off the ground, Harry reached out his right hand from his broomstick and grabbed at the snitch......

To his right, Malfoy stretched out his arm, straining his way to reach ......

After two seconds of breathless, desperate, wind-blown crooked effort, it was all over - Harry's fingers gripped the tiny, struggling ball - Malfoy's fingernails gripped the back of Harry's hand in despair - Harry raised his broom and grabbed the struggling ball in his hand, and the Gryffindor crowd cheered loudly...... They were saved, it didn't matter if Ron missed those balls, now that Gryffindor had won, no one would remember - "Bang!"

A Bludger landed Harry's back, and he fell off his broomstick. Luckily, he had flown so low to catch the snitch that he had just gotten five or six feet off the ground, but he still collapsed on the icy field and gasped.

He heard Mrs. Hodge's shrill whistle, the commotion in the stands, accompanied by boos, angry shouts and taunts, thuds, and Warrington's frantic screams.

"Are you okay?" asked Angelina nervously.

"Of course," Harry said coldly, grabbing her hand and letting her lift her up. Mrs. Hodge was running towards one of the Slytherins above him, though he couldn't see who it was during the chase.

"It's that thug," Angelina said angrily, "and slammed the Bludger at you when he saw you had caught the snitch—but we won, Harrilee, we won!"

Harry was still holding the Golden Snitch tightly in his hand when he heard someone snort behind him, and when he looked back, Draco Malfoy was already beside him. His pale face was full of anger, but he still didn't let go of sneering at him.

"Saved Weasley's life, didn't it?" Malfoy said to Harry. "I've never seen a goalkeeper worse than him...... But since he was born in a garbage heap,...... Do you like my lyrics, Harry?"

Harry didn't answer, in fact, Harry wouldn't mind a punch in Malfoy's face if he hadn't caught the snitch, but Harry clearly didn't want to jeopardize his victory.

Harry turned to look at the rest of the team, who were now back on the ground one by one, cheering triumphantly and waving their fists, except for Ron, who had already laid off his broom by the goalpost and was slowly making his way back to the locker room.

"We're going to write another one!" "As Angelina and Isabella hug Harry, Malfoy exclaimed, "but we can't find the words that rhyme with fat and ugly—we want to sing about his mother, see—"

"He's jealous," Isabella said, giving Malfoy a disgusted look.

"We can't find a word that rhymes with a useless loser—written for his dad, you know—" Fred and George understood what Malfoy was talking about. Halfway through the handshake with Harry, they froze and turned to look at Malfoy.

"Let him go!" Arya said immediately, grabbing Fred's arm.

"Let him go, Fred, let him scream, he's just losing badly, this little one jumping up and down—"

"—but you like the Weasleys, don't you, Potter?" Malfoy said sarcastically. "There's something else going on a holiday at their house, isn't it? I can't think of how you can put up with that smell, but I guess since you were raised by Muggles, even the Weasleys' kennel smells good-"

Harry pulls George as Angelina, Alya, and Isabella work together to stop Fred from jumping on top of Malfoy, who laughs exaggeratedly.

Harry looked around for Mrs. Hodge, but she was still reprimanding Warrington for his dastardly foul behavior.

"Or maybe," Malfoy said as he walked away, "you remember the smell of your mother's house, and the Weasleys' pighouse reminds me of ......"

Harry had no idea that he had let George go, all he knew was that at that moment they both were running towards Malfoy.

He had completely forgotten that all the teachers were watching, and all he wanted was to beat Malfoy as hard as he could.

Before he could draw his wand, he could only retract his fist that clenched the Golden Snitch and slammed it into Malfoy's disgusting face as hard as he could......

"Harry, Harry, George, no!" Harry could hear the girls screaming, Malfoy yelling, George cursing, a whistle blowing, the crowd around him roaring, but he didn't care.

It wasn't until one of the men next to him shouted, "Obstacles!" that he was knocked down by a spell from behind that he gave up his onslaught at Malfoy.

"What do you think you're doing?" said Mrs. Hodge as Harry stood up. It seems that she cast the obstacle charm. She holds a whistle in one hand and a wand in the other.

Her broom was thrown a few feet away.

Malfoy was rolling on the ground, whimpering and moaning, his nose bleeding, George biting his lip, Fred being forcibly grabbed by three pursuers, and Warrington giggling from the sidelines.

"I've never seen anything like it before—go back to the castle, you two, and go straight to your own dean's office! ”

"I'm sorry Mrs. Hodge......" Van Lin, who came over later, said with some gasps, it was too inconvenient to have no way to apparition, he rushed here as soon as Harry landed, but Van Lin obviously underestimated Malfoy's ability to die.

Stumped he couldn't see that there were Gryffindors all around him?

"I'll take Harry and George to the Headmaster's, and this matter will be dealt with, I promise. ”

"Then take them over first, as the president of the boys' student council, the people of their own house ......" Mrs. Hodge was obviously angry, and Van Lin could only pull Harry behind him with an apologetic face.