Vol 2 Chapter 602: 13 inches (modified, sincere thanks to the silver leader for love)

And Allen, who had caught up with the red-haired wizard, did not take the opportunity to attack the warthog bladder tied to his body, but directly hit Gryffindor’s eye socket with a punch, making him open one eye for a short time. Won't open.
Gryffindor, who just barely regained the flying broomstick, lost control again, and the two continued to fly downward again.
There was no rush to punch the second punch. As soon as he approached the grass, Allen yanked his broom and instantly changed direction. His expression was a bit distorted because of the sudden change of direction—he felt his tight body. The pants have been worn out.
But Allen was the first to successfully return to Skyrim.
On the other hand, Gryffindor was forced to slip on the ground with his foot for a short distance. The veins appeared on his forehead because of the force, and finally he roared: "♂ah♂!" Then he stomped the ground forcefully After jumping up, he managed to operate the flying broomstick, which seemed more tattered, back into the air. His pair of leather boots without soles had already been opened, and his legs had been splashed with mud because of the slide just now, which also made him look down on the wind.
The two who were flying at a much slower speed than the previous fall returned to the sky. Even if they had already shot blood, they couldn't ignore the tingling sensation from the indescribable part due to the big ups and downs. They grinned, their faces were hideous, but as they approached each other, they blocked each other's heavy blows with their bodies, and tried their best to puncture each other's warthog bladder. The duel became more intense and cruel.
"Boy, you did a good move!" Gryffindor held the broom and panted for breath. The violent movement caused the head wound to open again, and blood flowed to his swollen eye. , Making it completely unopened.
"Middle-aged bearded, your thighs are beginning to tremble, isn't it uncomfortable there." Allen changed his hand and held the broom, the hand that just held the broom was tingling, and it was broken because of the action just now. The skin bleeds.
"Oh, it's so thrilling. But that's not okay!" The host said after hesitating, listening to his tone, he obviously felt lingering in his heart, "As a man, I feel the same way."
And Ravenclaw off the court also watched Alan’s tight leather jacket hem from below, knowing that the other party did not use the cushion curse as she designed-this also made her a little angry with Alan, thinking that he It was because of Godric Gryffindor's influence that he was stupid there.
Both Ellen and Gryffindor weren't injured too seriously at this time, but they fought more fiercely. The two confronted again, their bodies slammed into each other, and they flew out of each other, their broomsticks shaking more severely. Seeing Gryffin's face was bloody, but instead of taking a step back, he gritted his teeth and rushed up again with red eyes.
Allen's arm was also numb by the tremendous force just now, but the broomstick that was about to collapse, under his delicate control, still swiftly avoided Gryffindor's pursuit again in a sharp turn. Gryffindor continued to forcefully follow Allen to stop and change direction because he refused to admit defeat. He felt that he was about to break. The hot, pain from the inside out made him bow himself and lay on the broomstick. The upper trembling slightly can feel some relief.
"Boy, don't you hurt yourself?" Just after asking, Gryffindor once again blocked Allen's attack with his body, and his side was poked with blood from the tip of Allen's broomstick.
"My own wand is different from your wooden wand. It is made of mithril, and it is thirteen inches longer than yours..." Allen held back the pain and raised the corner of his mouth mockingly-he was flying after all The technique is better, and the body is not as strong as Gryffindor, so the actual damage is much smaller than the opponent.
Godric Gryffindor was taken aback for a moment, but instantly understood the meaning of the opponent's words, roared, and rushed over again. Allen didn't avoid it anymore, but instead rushed towards Gryffindor, and the two became entangled again...
"Roina, didn't you say Godric will definitely lose?" Hufflepuff clenched his fists nervously off the court and said with a worried expression on his face.
Ravenclaw's slender fingers aligned: "He is useless."
After the two separated again, neither of them immediately turned around to chase the other person, but invariably moved their backs to the opposite directions to separate each other-it was time to decide the winner.
Allen knew that his damaged broom could last longer than Gryffindor’s, but he didn’t intend to take advantage of it. Despite this collision, Gryffindor had a strong physique and had the advantage, but Ai Len still decided to head-on. He held the broom and turned around and stared at the opposite Gryffindor who did the same action.
This time, they bowed and nodded to each other on the broomstick-and then flew straight toward each other at full speed.
The tail branches of Gryffindor's broom are scattered more severely~EbookFREE.me~Blood flowers splash in the air behind him. The texture of the broom in his hand is no longer smooth, and the entire broom has cracks. Gryffindor knows that if he hits it like this, the broom will inevitably break, but with such a respectable opponent and For the honor of the warrior, I must not retreat.
The red-haired wizard focused his attention on the boy, and the muscles on his face were tight-the two people who looked at each other accelerated the flight speed in the same way, and no one wanted to evade.
"If I guessed correctly, this wonderful and painful duel will be the winner. Just like this, even if it’s as strong as Godric Gryffindor, I’m afraid it can’t stand it. Maybe it’s going to happen. Casualties." The host said worriedly.
In the audience, Hufflepuff clenched his wand tightly and stood up, Ravenclaw squinted her eyes, and followed her up with a stern look.
"It is very brave, but I have never seen such a fierce and fierce duel with a flying broomstick. I have never seen it. For victory and honor, these two people seem to not care about their lives!" The voice amplified by magic echoed in the arena, "Both of them were injured, and blood was flowing everywhere...then who won the victory?!"
All the audience's attention is on the two people flying opposite each other in the sky, and everyone understands the consequences of such a violent impact. Everyone held their breath, watching the two warriors, quietly waiting for that moment to come.
At this time, Alan Harris and Godric Gryffindor, the two of them quickly approached, and finally slammed into each other, with a bang, which could be heard throughout the stadium, and a piece of the audience came. Exclaimed and lamented.