The entire arena, in addition to the roar of the crowd, was the voice of the commentator Lee Jordan after he applied the amplification spell.

The sound was loud but not harsh, and it clearly reached the ears of everyone in the arena.

Bagill suspects that Lee Jordan's amplification spell has reached the level of second or even third level in years of use.

It has the property of making the sound softer and widening the range of transmission.

"Now the Quaffle is on Slytherin's side, ah, no- Slytherin's Flint is rushing to the goal! Pretty - Oliver Wood stopped it! Oops, Derian is nearby, will the Quaffle be back in Slytherin's hands? ”

"Great! George Weasley a nice Bludger! Just hit the Quaffle! Angelina Johnson got it! ”

"The Quaffle is in Gryffindor's hands."

"Nice turn, around Derian, down - the Quaffle is gone! She confused the stupid big Miles! ”

"Just as I dived, the ball crept into Katie Bale's hands!"

"Wow! The Quaffle is in the door! - She scored! Ten to 0 Gryffindor leads! ”

.......

Most of the students followed Lee Jordan's commentary to watch the game.

But Bagill is different.

The Quidditch pitch is also part of his body.

He squinted slightly, and everything on the court, 365 degrees, was all under his eyes.

The golden snitch that flies fast and shuttles without a trace in the golden sunlight; the scenery under Angelina's skirt; Hagrid, who sneaks out his umbrella and tries to change the words 'Come on Draco' on the clouds, and an unknown Hufflepuff student who transforms into Sirius to satisfy his girlfriend.....

"Interest is really the best teacher. Troublesome potions like compound decoction can be brewed. ”

"No wonder Sirius has a missing strand of hair. But why didn't he pay attention? Bakill smiled wickedly.

He prefers to watch these games rather than watch them.

On the court, though, there are two more people who have the insight of Bagir – on the Golden Snitch.

They were Harry and Draco.

They hovered high in the sky, higher than everyone else.

His eyes narrowed, followed by the golden light, and he turned slightly like an owl seeing a mouse.

At the same time, they stared at each other with their spare eyes.

If you are facing a mediocre hand.

They could have flown straight towards the Golden Snitch and dodged the Bludger and the other golfers' slots with their superb reflexes.

But the level of the people opposite, they are all clear.

Every slight turn of the broomstick handle of the person on the other side just blocked the 'road' between the Golden Snitch.

Instead, the situation is deadlocked.

There was a buzz in the stands, and they thought it would be as exciting as the first time Harry and Draco faced each other on the pitch. But now the performance of the two makes them extremely dissatisfied.

"They're not going to get under the Confusion Curse before they play!"

"Get down! This is not the place for you to fall in love! ”

"Malfoy, don't think your dad can be messed up when he's dead!"

"Don't pity him! The Malfoys are all bad seeds! ”

.......

There were some words that Baguir felt were a bit excessive.

frowned.

"My son is what you can say? Even if it's a stepson, what grade are you? ”

There are many people who are as unhappy as Bagil.

Some of them understand brothers, loudly scolding professional terms, saying that those people are too low to understand; Some claim that it is immoral to mention the deceased family members; But the most, it is purely on the side of the two.

Among these people, Harry's family and friends account for the largest proportion.

Ron rolled up his sleeves; Neville bent down and drew a sword-like stick from under his feet; Seamus raised his wand, ready to make an explosion; Sirius had words in his mouth, reciting cursed incantations; Hagrid stood up and picked up a senior Gryffindor student in front of him who was slandering Harry like a chick....

Just when the fight on the field was about to start, the two people who had been hovering finally moved.

They flew in exactly opposite directions.

One down, one up.

You know, there's only one Golden Snitch.

Everyone is a little confused.

Lee Jordan also said he couldn't understand it: "Harry Potter and Draco Malfoy have finally moved!" But this direction... This... Doesn't it make sense? ”

But Bajil, who looks at the big picture, sees it clearly.

The Golden Snitch is not an immovable dead thing.

It's flying around the course with an extremely complex pattern.

Both of them noticed the pattern and caught the spot where the Golden Snitch was closest to them stayed.

So, although one of the two is down, the other is up.

But as the Golden Snitch moved, their flight trajectory was adjusted, and they all flew towards Gryffindor's goal.

Wood, who is a goalkeeper, noticed this.

Without hesitation, he gave up the Quaffle, which was about to fly over, blocking Draco's trajectory from the bottom up.

"Bol! Give Wood a Bludger! "Marcus Flint, Slytherin's captain and chaser, gave orders to their batsmen.

He also noted the key.

As he gave the order, he flew towards Harry, who was flying from top to bottom to the edge of the goal.

Want to replicate Wood's movements.

But it was another Slytherin chaser, Derian, who had just shot and he himself didn't notice the key.

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He was very happy to have a successful shot.

He swung his fist triumphantly and flew near the goal.

His bulky size was now a disadvantage, blocking Flint's view.

Even as Flint yelled, "Get out of the way, idiot! ”

But it was too late.

Harry, who didn't make a detour, caught the Golden Snitch.

Wood, who had broken his arm and didn't move his position, managed to intercept Draco.

Make him a step late.

Lee Jordan stood up, "240:60! Gryffindor wins! ”

"What a pity! Draco Malfoy is one step too late! ”

"Wood has shown the captain's sense of responsibility and judgment! I'd rather let Slytherin score and drop points and eat the attack of the ball to create the conditions for Harry to win! ”

"Thanks to Derian, the Slytherin chaser! He helped Gryffindor to victory! ”

Lee Jordan's words are nothing short of murderous.

Derian's face, which had just been silly, suddenly darkened.

Flint rounded him and flew in front of Draco, reassuring, "It's not your fault. You're no worse than Harry Potter. If I succeed just now, you'll be the one who gets the Golden Snitch. ”

Bol also flew over with his head down, "The power of my Bludger is still small. If only it could be bigger, knock Wood straight off the broomstick. We won't lose. ”

The other players also gathered, but none of them paid attention to Derian.

The red tide surging in the stands, the cheers, and Lee Jordan's words just now, made it impossible for them not to blame him.

And Gryffindor, including Harry.

They landed on the ground and walked up to Wood one by one.

Shouting to the students who ran down the stands and through the railings, "Get out of the way!" Excuse me! “

"Wood needs to go to the school hospital!"

The scarlet crowd split the six-foot-wide passage in an orderly manner.

They all looked at Wood with hero-looking eyes.

Since Charlie Weasley graduated, the Gryffindor team has never won a Quidditch Cup.

And today, Dumbledore held it and gave it to Harry.

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