At the last moment, a Bludger suddenly appeared with extremely rapid momentum.

Malfoy quickly flashed to the side, missing an inch before crashing, and in the crucial seconds, the snitch vanished.

"Oh!" the Slytherin supporters let out a sigh of disappointment.

"Well done, Alan!" cheered the Ravenclaws, cheering for Alan.

Slytherin's batter, Derek, vented his emotions and hit the second Bludger straight at Allen.

In order to dodge, Alan flipped his head in the air with Halo 2001, this dodge posture was handsome, and there was a cheer below.

As they watched the impending victory slip away, the Slytherins looked like vipers poised for action, staring gloomily at Allen.

"Now Ravenclaw is in possession. Ravenclaw's Roger Davis headed straight for Slytherin's goal with a ghost fly ball and looked good — ah! what a shameful foul!" Lee Jordan shouted, and there was an uproar in the stands.

Slytherin's batsman, Bol, actually hit Roger directly with his bat.

"Roger Davis! Ah, no—the Quaffle was intercepted by Warrington. Warrington of Slytherin lunged on the field - wow—— Alan Harris hit a beautiful Bludger, Warrington dropped the Quaffle, Roger grabbed the Quaffle again! he lunged out, highlighted the encirclement, and the ball - scored - scored!" Lee Jordan screamed desperately with excitement.

Roger glided around the end of the court, smugly flailing his fists, and the blue ocean below cheered—

Now, the Ravenclaw stands are a sea of joy, and Slytherin is powerless in the face of sheer strength.

Marcus called a timeout, and Eren and they flew down, drinking water to wipe their sweat.

"Well done!Autumn, let's show Malfoy the speed of the firebolts!" Roger was excited.

'They could foul and Bol's move showed that Slytherin could do anything to win, and we have to be safe. Alan calmly analyzed.

Allen's speculation became a reality. With the score down, the Slytherins were looking to rely on their physical advantage to win.

"Ouch!"

Bradley, Ravenclaw's chaser, nearly fell off his broomstick when it was Marcus Flint who hit him hard.

Later, Slytherin's batsman, Bol, hit Roger on the back of the head with his bat.

Roger's nose hit the broomstick, bleeding.

"That's enough!" shouted Ms. Hooch, swooping between the two, "Attack the chaser for no reason, deliberately injure the chaser, and get a free throw from Ravenclaw!"

Ms. Hodge blew the whistle, and Roger wiped his nose and flew forward to take the free throw.

"Come on, Roger!" Lee exclaimed in the silence of the crowd, "Okay! he broke through the goalkeeper! Ravenclaw led thirty-0!"

But the Ravenclaw players didn't cheer, they looked at Roger, and everyone's eyes moistened unconsciously at the thought of what they had said in the common room before.

Alan gritted his teeth and gripped the bat in his hand.

Since you are so shameless—

Cho Zhang turned his fire bolts and rose sharply, looking for the Golden Snitch in all directions.

"Ravenclaw had the ball, no, Slytherin had the ball - no—— Ravenclaw got the ball back, it was Roger Davies, he got the Quaffle and he was speeding around the field - it was on purpose!"

Lee Jordan's angry voice exploded over the arena.

Monty, the Slytherin chaser, moves in front of Roger, and instead of grabbing the Ghost Flyball, he grabs his head. Roger rolls over in the air and finally gets on the broomstick, but the Quaffle is lost.

Ms. Hodge's whistle went again. She flew towards Monty and began to reprimand him loudly. A minute later, Roger scored another goal.

"Forty to zero! Teach you vile, shameless—"

"Jordan, if you can't neutrally explain—"

"I'm honest, Professor!"

A Bludger flew past Cho Chang's left ear, and it was from the tall Slytherin hitter Derek.

He rode on the broom and grinned smugly at Cho Zhang, but his gaze quickly turned to horror.

Derek's broom lost his balance and led him straight towards the stands like a shooting star. Derek screamed in horror.

It's Alan!

Allen's Bludger hit Derek's broom hard, less than a centimeter from his hand.

Successfully rescued, Derek could only ride a Comet 260 and fly back into the sky.

Flint flew up for Slytherin to take a penalty, but the Ravenclaw goalkeeper leaped hard and managed to save the ball.

The next Allen was a scaremer to Slytherin, he wouldn't foul, but his Bludger angle was tricky and pushed the Slytherins into disarray.

After Derek, Bol's broom, which was trying to hit Cho Chang with his bat, also shattered into pieces.

When Alan sped up towards Malfoy, Malfoy was so frightened that he immediately left Cho Zhang, who had just been being chased by him, and jumped away from him.

Alan chased after him viciously, and a Bludger slammed into his face, it was Marcus.

Allen didn't hesitate to kick Bludger back, breaking the tail of Marcus' broom.

A flash of golden light flashed, and Alan spotted the Golden Snitch, about twenty feet above their heads.

But he's not a Seeker!

"Autumn!" Alan hurriedly called out to Autumn Zhang. Alan stared at the Golden Snitch, the bat in his hand that kept the other Slytherins from approaching.

Cho Chang immediately understood what Eren meant, and rushed towards the Golden Snitch.

She's so fast! She surged upward, and Eren followed, opening the Bludgers flying towards them one by one to escort Autumn.

Marcus was furious and slammed the Quaffle into the heat to knock them down. But it was flexibly dodged by Eren and Cho.

Now, Alan could almost feel hundreds of pairs of eyes on them, the wind whistling in their ears.

Malfoy sped up to catch up behind, but in vain.

"I'm sorry, buddy, you should have gotten up a little earlier to outsmart the firebolts!" exclaimed Lee Jordan.

When the wings of the Golden Snitch were folded in Cho Zhang's hands, almost everyone except for the Slytherin stands was boiling.

The Ravenclaws cheered and jumped for joy, and their voices were hoarse.

Roger rushed over with tears in his eyes, put his arms around Allen's neck, and lay on his shoulder to cry indulgently.

Many arms were wrapped together, and the Ravenclaw team members hugged each other, screaming hoarsely, and fell back to the ground.

Torrents of blue rushed over the fence and poured into the field. Countless hands rained down on their backs.

Professor Flitwick tugged over Hagrid's handkerchief and wiped his eyes, waving his wand to conjure up large, large streamers of color.

The whole of Slytherin fell into a dead silence, and not only did they lose the game, but they also lost the qualification to compete for the House Cup.