Vol 2 Chapter 120: A tragic game.

　　 "Boom!" A sound of cracking planks came from behind Harry.
　　 Harry lowered his head quickly, and a crazy wandering ball swept over Harry's head.
　　 I don’t know how many times this is.
　　 Harry found the trace of the golden snitch, played Malfoy a bit, and then accelerated with all his strength, intending to catch the golden snitch and end the difficult game.
　　 But the idea is undoubtedly beautiful, and the reality is quite cruel!
　　 Due to the rainy day, Harry's vision was severely hindered, which caused considerable trouble for Harry's hunter work.
　　Besides, Malfoy's two thousand light wheels are too fast, even if Harry catches up by surprise, but within a few seconds, Malfoy is about to rush to his side.
　　 The most serious problem is the roaming ball. Harry's speed is so fast that Fred can't catch up with Harry at all, so he can't provide protection for Harry. And that walking ball flew faster than Harry.
　　 just took a sharp turn to throw away the ball, but it didn't take long for the ball to catch up.
　　 Harry had to be distracted to pay attention to this wandering ball, after all, it is so fast, it is not a joke to be hit.
　　 "Potter, I advise you to give up." Malfoy finally tied Harry and slammed Harry hard with his body, seeming to want to throw Harry off the broom.
　　 "You wait, Malfoy!" Harry watched the walking ball rush out of the classroom. Taking this opportunity, Harry threw his whole body on the broom, and the speed did soar continuously.
　　 "You can eat ashes right there, Potter!" Malfoy slammed Harry again, he seemed to have spotted the position of the Snitch and began to accelerate.
　　 Just like that, the two people flew fast and slowly in the air, and at the same time slammed into each other with their bodies, which caused a scream on the court.
　　 "Shuangfeng's hunters have locked the Golden Snitch..." Lee Jordan's voice constantly echoed over the stadium, "Whoever catches the Golden Snitch first, whoever is the final winner..."
　　 Everyone's eyes focused on the duel between Harry and Malfoy, and even the Slytherin and Gryffindor players who had been fighting constantly stopped in the air one by one.
　　'S eyes have been watching the two extremely fast shuttles, this is the most critical goal.
　　 "Be careful, the roaming ball is flying again..." Lee Jordan said anxiously.
　　 "Drifting...beautiful... Harry Potter successfully avoided the trajectory of the walking ball by hanging upside down," there was a cheer on the court.
　　 "Really superb technology... Harry Potter successfully avoided the walker once again." Lee Jordan said happily. As a Gryffindor, he was of course very happy that this happened.
　　 "The Golden Snitch changed its direction... It flew towards the ditch... It was covered with horizontal wood."
　　 Harry looked at the golden snitch who suddenly plunged downwards. Without any hesitation, he turned the direction of the broomstick, and then flew down.
　　 Malfoy also flew down together unwilling to be outdone, but soon he regretted his stupid behavior.
　　 Next to the Quidditch field and in the trench between the viewing platform, there are more intricate horizontal woods than imagined.
　　 "Boom...boom...boom!"
　　 The sound of the familiar plank cracking came from behind Harry again, and the wandering ball still perseveringly followed Harry.
　　 Along the way, the wandering ball didn't know how many bars were broken, it was madly destroyed in the trench.
　　 "What's wrong, Potter, you are scared!" Malfoy slowed down. The terrain was so complicated that he had to slow down.
　　 Harry did not speak, and after throwing the ball away again, Harry began to accelerate with all his strength.
　　 Malfoy saw this situation, and he was unwilling to speed up, but in such a small terrain, flying at full speed was too difficult.
　　 "Both of them started to accelerate... Oh my God, it's a beautiful dodge... The two of them didn't hit the crossbar even if they flew at high speed. It's really superb flying skills."
　　 "Oh, my God..." Then, there was Lee Jordan's unerring laughter.
　　 Because of Harry's faster speed, Harry deliberately blocked Malfoy's sight with his body until he suddenly stepped away. A huge wooden beam made Malfoy too late to dodge, and he slammed into it.
　　 So, Malfoy took his broomstick and fell to the ground in a perfect somersault.
　　 "That must be painful..." Hermione frowned. She had no sympathy for Malfoy's experience.
　　 But the form on the court has not become optimistic.
　　 The rain is getting heavier at this time. In the whistle of Mrs. Jasmine's whistle, Harry rushed up, and he heard the sound of a wandering ball moving fast behind him.
　　 Harry climbed higher and higher. He somersaults in the air, flying in waves ~EbookFREE.me~, twists and turns forward, ups and downs; even though he feels a little dazzled, he still keeps his eyes wide open.
　　 The rain blurred his glasses. When he dived again and furiously to avoid the wandering ball and flew upside down, raindrops got into his nose. He could hear laughter from the crowd; he knew he must look stupid, but this nasty and bulky wandering ball wouldn't let him change direction so quickly. He started flying like a roller coaster around the edge of the stadium.
　　 "Damn it, it's almost." Harry's attention at this time was all on the Golden Snitch. He stretched out an arm, but soon he felt the sharp pain.
　　 The ball flew at full speed from the side, Harry heard the sound of breaking through the air, but the speed of the ball was too fast, because the cold in the rain made Harry's arms a bit stiff.
　　 He really didn't have time to retract his arm, the one-second stay was still too long. The walk ball finally hit him and smashed his elbow.
　　 Harry felt that his arm was broken. His right arm hangs ineffectively on one side. The wandering ball rushed in for a second attack, this time at his chest.
　　 Harry resisted the pain, and forcibly lowered the broom with one hand, avoiding the wandering ball embarrassingly.
　　 Through the rain, fog and pain, he dived into the flickering light.
　　 Harry reached out his other hand from the broom and grabbed it hard. He felt his fingers pressed against the cold golden snitch. But now he had only two feet left to hook on the broomstick: when he fell straight to the ground, struggling to avoid fainting, the crowd screamed.
　　 "Harry!" When Fanlin and the others saw this, they ran off their seats. This was really too bad. This time the Quidditch match became very tragic.