"Let's go."

It's Hagrid.

Melda and Hermione squeezed each other, making room for Hagrid to stand.

"How? How much is more than how much? ”

"Seventy to zero. We are leading. Ron said excitedly.

"Oh! Is it? Hagrid also said happily: "I just saw Gryffindor score in my binoculars. ”

He said, pointing to the large telescope that hung around his neck.

"Isn't there a trace of the Golden Snitch yet?"

"That's right." Ron said, "Harry is still looking for it." ”

"Oh, there's no way around it, sometimes it depends on luck." Hagrid held up his binoculars and struggled to find Harley in the air.

At this time, Harry was high in the air, circling back and forth around the arena.

It was a predetermined plan to prevent him from being shot down by a Slytherin batter.

"Angelina again! A wonderful segment grab. ”

'She's got the ball now, she's fast, she's under the Slytherin goal.

"Oh, is she going to pitch?"

"No, it's a postback?"

"Oh my God, we've all been lied to. She didn't pass back and threw the ball directly. ”

"Beautiful tactics, plus ten points for Gryffindor."

Damn it!

At this time, Marcus was already furious, and he fell for Gryffindor. I didn't expect them to cooperate so well.

The score is getting bigger and bigger, and if it goes on like this, even if they get the Golden Snitch in the end, they may lose the game.

"Derian Psy!"

Marcus shouted into the crowd. Immediately all the players looked at him.

He gestured high in the air. Afterwards, the rest of the Slytherin players understood.

Then suddenly, the style of play changed throughout the arena.

The first was Derian Pulsay, who slammed into Angelina as he fought for the Quaffle.

You must know that in this kind of physical collision, Angelina, as a girl, will definitely not take advantage.

In an instant, she was almost knocked off her broomstick.

"Oh my God! It's despicable. ”

"He should be sentenced for a foul." Hermione said angrily.

"Indeed!"

If this were a football game, it would have been like that. Derianjeep will at least be yellow carded if he doesn't say a red card.

A free-kick is awarded to Gryffindor.

But this is Quidditch, and there are no red cards, yellow cards, and no such thing as sending off the field in Quidditch's rules.

Goalkeeper Wood, who was the captain, saw this in its entirety.

He then made a gesture to signal his teammates to switch plays.

As early as the off-field discussion of tactics, Wood had consulted with Melda what they would do if Slytherin used such a dastardly style of play.

Melda, on the other hand, suggests that in such a situation where physical strength does not prevail. We should speed up as soon as possible and not have any contact with the other side.

As batsmen, the Weasley Twins should try to minimize their attacks and focus more on protecting their teammates.

Of course, there is an obvious flaw in this fast-break approach.

That is, Harley as a Seeker will no longer have any teammates to protect her.

Because the twins will devote their main energy to protecting their own pursuit hands, they naturally can't take care of Harley.

However, at this stage, this tactic is highly executed, first of all, Hallie's flying level is very good, plus his Light Wheel 2000 is much faster than the Comet series used by Slytherin.

So unless the Leterin team is willing to pay more than two people, it will never be possible to catch up with Harley.

And the situation on the field was exactly as Meda expected.

In front of the fast attack, Slytherin couldn't touch the Gryffindor players at all.

After more than twenty.

Instead of shrinking, the score they expected was getting bigger.

"Beautiful, another wonderful pitch."

"Gryffindor plus ten points." Jordan shouted frantically.

At this moment, the score on the court has come to 140-20.

"Come on, Gryffindor!!"

"Come on, Gryffindor!!"

In the stands of Gryffindor, there was already a sea of joy.

On the opposite side of the Slytherin stands, even if there is more unwillingness. But there is no way to do it.

The score between the two sides is already 120 points, and if it goes on like this.

I'm afraid that even if they get the Golden Snitch, they will lose.

"They're playing really well." Hagrid, who was in the stands, also waved his hand at Harley in high spirits.

"Of course, this is a play that Melda and Wood have been discussing for days to come up with." Ron said proudly, because he also had a part to play.

"Wait!"

Just then, Hermione suddenly noticed that something didn't seem quite right with Harley in the air.

His broomstick suddenly trembled uncontrollably from side to side. And Hallie was lying on the broomstick, as if she was going to be thrown off in the next moment.

"What's going on?" Ron also notices Harley's anomaly.

High in the air, Hallie's broomstick twitched and writhed wildly, and then rose higher and higher, and Hallie's figure was already a little far away from the arena.

"She can't control her broomstick?" Hagrid looked through the telescope.

"But it's impossible, she's flying so well."

Suddenly. The entire stand looked at Hallie.

Because her broomstick was writhing wildly again. And Harley was dumped by it. Now she only grasps the broom handle with one hand, hanging in the air.

"Is there something wrong with the broom?" Seamus whispered as she stood behind Ron.

"Impossible." Melda said calmly. "Unless it's very powerful black magic, nothing can interfere with a light wheel 2000."

"That's right!" Ron chimed in.

"The Halo 2000 is the newest and most powerful broomstick. No one has yet been able to crack the protective magic on it. ”

Ron was right.

Because Melda had long noticed that in the professors' stands, a certain Oscar-winning actor in a headscarf was staring at Hallie, muttering words in his mouth.

"Where!"

Hermione, who snatched Hagrid's telescope, looked anxiously at the stands opposite. It didn't take long to spot the wizard who was casting a spell on Harry.

"It's Snape!"

"It's Quirrell!"

"Huh?"

Melda and Hermione said the man's name at about the same time. But it seems that the direction of the two is a little off.

"Melda, I see, Snape is staring at Harry and chanting a spell." Hermione said anxiously.

"I've seen descriptions of spells in books, where the caster has to stare at the victim."

"Maybe you should be looking up there. Quirrell was staring at Harry, too, chanting a spell. ”

I have to say that Snape's image among the students (except for the Slytherin students) is really bad enough.

Melda was sure that Hermione must have seen Quirrell chanting the spell as well. It's just that he actively ignored it after seeing Snape.

Ay!

Professor Snape.

My Professor Snape.

What shall I do to save you?