Vol 2 Chapter 881: Weasley is our king

"Slytherin scored!" Lee's voice sounded amidst the cheers and boos from the audience in the stands. "Ten to zero, Slytherin is leading. Ron's response is not bad, but he seems to be out of luck."
"Oh no..." Colin wailed loudly from the side. Obviously, in Colin's opinion, this was not a good goal, but Ron still didn't make it.
The Slytherin people sang louder: Weasley was born in the trash can, and he always put the ball in the goal.
The singing is now deafening, overshadowing all the voices on the court, no matter how much Li saves it, it will have no effect. Even relying on the amplification, Li De's voice seems too thin in front of all the Slytherins.
In fact, Gryffindor also wanted to boost the morale of his team, but from the very beginning of the Quidditch match, everyone cheered or booed, and there was no unified slogan at all. The organization is too late!
"Weasley guarantees that we will win this game. Weasley is our king!"
The singing gradually resounded throughout the audience, and even many of Hufflepuff and Ravenclaw began to sing along unconsciously. It must be admitted that this song is really magical, especially the sentence: Weasley is our king, this is simply the Hogwarts version of the brainwashing.
And the Slytherins on the field became more and more courageous. In fact, they completely gave up the wandering ball and went to grab the ghost fly ball wholeheartedly, grabbing the ball desperately.
Angelina screamed loudly in the audience. Fanlin saw that it was different from the training game. Angelina waved her arms to let the players defend. But this way she was confused. From the outsider's point of view, she was hurried. The layout of is really full of loopholes, and this fell into the arms of Slytherin, and the Slytherin brought the rhythm.
Rhythm is a crucial thing for a game. Once you fall into the opponent's rhythm, you are constantly snowballing, which is a very scary thing.
Fred and George’s walking ball hit Nelson fiercely, but at this time Slytherin’s physical strength showed up. Nelson’s body just swayed, with this impact. And the pain did not let him let go of the Guifei ball in his hand.
As before, Nelson rushed straight to Gryffindor's goal, the same position, the agreed action, and even the surrender of the ball was exactly the same.
But Ron obviously strolled around the gods, where Comet Seven was crumbling, as if it would fall to the ground in the next second, Ron dodged backwards unconsciously.
Immediately, the Gryffindor side groaned in pain, and the Slytherin team screamed and applauded.
"Slytherin is scoring a goal, the score is 20 to zero, I hope the Gryffindor players can adjust quickly."
Jordan's voice sounded reluctantly. As the Quidditch commentator, Jordan naturally understood what happened to Ron. If he was lucky, he could not be saved.
Then Slytherin's captain, Warrington, got the ghost fly ball, followed by Gore, and then...
Thirty to zero! Forty to zero!
Their current tactics are simple and terribly simple, giving up control and mobility, everyone blocked their goals in a swarm, and they all rushed forward when they caught the ball.
The simplest wolf pack tactic, and their goal is only one, Guifei Ball!
Then fly to Ron, pitch and score!
"It's over!" Hermione said painfully, and Ron seemed to have given up resisting, or completely confused.
Now as long as someone from Slytherin comes with a ghost ball, they can easily score.
The worst thing is that Gore scored a goal, which is simply unimaginable. Before the game started, Angelina and Harry also mocked that Gore and Carla were two idiots who couldn’t distinguish before and after the broomstick. Knowing, Ron’s psychological defense has been completely...
"Is there any way?" Hermione asked unwillingly.
"Unless there is a substitution, but the Gryffindor team obviously has no extra substitute goalkeeper, but I think it would be better to replace Ginny, but now Slytherin is tactical..." Fanlin said worriedly, "Now only I can rely on Angelina and Harry, control the score, then let Harry get the Snitch and end the game with 15o points..."
In fact, Harry thought so, he didn't dare to count on Ron anymore.
But inevitably, Harry's motivation to find the Snitch now has an element of fear, and he only hopes to find it quickly and end the game.
"Weasley was born in the trash can. He always puts the ball in the goal. Weasley promises me to win this game. Weasley is our king!" The Slytherins sang loudly. The best way to attack.
Harry leaned down and walked the audience as quickly as possible. He didn't dare to look at Ron at all. He could only hear the cheers of the Slytherins below.
"Now it’s Nelson’s turn again," Lee said below, "He passed it to Johnny, Johnny avoided Isabella, and now it’s coming, Alia, you can deal with him, oh Actually you can’t But Fred Weasley once again played a beautiful walk, I mean, George Weasley, oh, whatever, it’s always among them anyway One of them, now Nelson has dropped the ghost fly ball and Gore-oh-also let go-now it is Warrington with the ghost fly ball, Slytherin captain Warrington holds the ghost fly ball, He is already flying high, now hurry up, Griffindor, stop him!"
Harry soared behind Slytherin's goal at the end of the stadium, hoping he wouldn't see what happened to Ron.
When he passed the Slytherin goalkeeper, he heard the audience singing along with the audience below Hammill: "Weasley can't save a ball..."
"Warrington avoided Angelina again, he flew straight to the goal and stopped him, Ron!"
Harry didn't need to see what happened: there was a tragic sigh on the Gryffindor end, accompanied by new screams and cheers on the Slytherin end.
When he looked down, Harry saw Pansy with the face of a pug right in front of the stands, with his back to the court. The cheerleaders in charge of Slytherin sang vigorously: "That's why Slytherin says Weasley is our king!"
But the 2o score is nothing. Gryffindor still has time to catch up or catch the snitch. After scoring a few goals, they will win as usual.
Harry said to himself, comforting himself, and shuttled up and down among the other players to chase down the shining spot in front, which later turned out to be Wallington's strap.
But Ron put in two more goals. Harry was already a little rushed to find the Snitch now. If he can just find it and end the game quickly.
"Gryffindor’s Angelina escaped Gore, passed Wallington, and turned around, Angelina, now she threw it to Isabella, Isabella caught the ghost Fly the ball, she passed Nelson, she rushed towards the goal, come on now, Isabella-Griffindor scores!! Now Slytherin is sixty to ten, sixty to ten, and now Carat Holding the ghost fly ball."
Harry could hear the roar of Luna's funny lion hat mingled with Gryffindor's cheers, which made him feel excited. It's only fifty points away, that's nothing, they can easily catch it back.
Harry dodges a wandering ball that Carat hits in his direction, and continues to walk frantically in the field looking for the Snitch while watching Malfoy for any signs that he has the Snitch, but Malfoy is just like him. , Just kept circling high in the field, searching in vain...
"Warrington threw it back to Gore--Alia got in, Alia got the ghost fly ball, Alia gave it to Bill, looking hopeful—I’m not good—Bill was The wandering ball from Klaitlin of Lettering hits, and now Nelson is holding the ball."
"Weasley was born in the trash can. He always lets the ghost fly ball in. Weasley will make sure we win."
But Harry finally found it: the tiny winged golden snitch was hovering a few feet off the ground at the end of the Slytherin field.
He swooped down... Within a few seconds of effort, Malfoy swiftly passed Harry's left, only to see a group of green and silver shadows leaning on his broom... The thief circled a few feet at the foot of a goal. Circle and quickly slipped to the other side of the stand. It changed its direction in favor of Malfoy, he got closer, Harry adjusted his broomstick, and now he and Malfoy are side by side...
A few feet off the ground, Harry stretched out his right hand from the broom and grabbed the thief...
On his right, Malfoy also stretched his arms, struggling to reach...
After two seconds of breathless, desperate, wind-blown and crooked hard work, it was all over-Harry's fingers caught the tiny, struggling ball-Malfoy's Fingernails clutched the back of Harry's hand in despair-Harry raised his broomstick and grabbed the struggling ball in his hands. The Gryffindor audience applauded... They were saved, Ron It doesn’t matter if you missed those balls. Now that Gryffindor has won, no one will remember—"Bang!"
A wandering ball hit Harry's back firmly and he fell off the broom. Fortunately, he flew so low just now to catch the thief, only to leave the ground five or six feet, but when he fell on the icy field, panting.
He heard Mrs. Hodge's sharp whistle, the commotion in the stands, accompanied by hiss, angry shouts and taunts, a bang, and Wallington's frantic shouts.
"Are you okay?" Angelina asked nervously.
"Of course," Harry said coldly, grabbing her hand and letting her lift her up. Mrs. Hodge was running towards a Slytherin player above him, although he could not see who was in the chase.
"It's the thug," Angelina said angrily. "When he saw that you had caught the snitch, he slammed the stray ball at you-but we won, Harry, we won! "
Harry was still holding the Golden Snitch tightly in his hand, when he heard a grunt from behind, and when he looked back, Draco Malfoy was already beside him. His pale face was full of anger, and he still sneered at him.
"Saved Weasley's life, didn't it?" Malfoy said to Harry. "I have never seen a goalkeeper worse than him... but since he was born in the trash,... do you like my lyrics, Harry?"
Harry didn't answer. In fact, if he hadn't caught the Snitch, Harry wouldn't mind a fist in Malfoy's face, but Harry obviously didn't want to affect his victory.
Harry turned to look at the other players. They are now back to the ground one by one, cheering triumphantly and waving their fists. Except for Ron, he has already dropped his broom beside the goalpost and is about to slow down alone. Tundi went back to the locker room.
"We are going to write another one!" Malfoy called when Angelina and Isabella hugged Harry: "But we couldn't find a word that rhymed with fat and ugliness-we wanted to sing his mother, Look at—"
"He's jealous," Isabella said, looking at Malfoy in disgust.
"We can't find the words to rhyme with the useless loser—for his dad, you know—" Fred and George understood what Malfoy was talking about. Halfway through their hands with Harry, their movements froze and turned to look at Malfoy.
"Let him go!" Alia said immediately, taking Fred by the arm.
"Let him go, Fred, let him scream, he just loses uncomfortably, this little boy jumping up and down—"
"--But you like the Weasleys, don't you, Potter?" Malfoy said sarcastically. "There is something else going on during the holiday at their house, isn’t it? I can’t think of how you endure the smell, but I guess since you were raised by Muggles, even if the Weasley’s kennel smells Not bad--"
Harry grabbed George, and at the same time, Angelina, Alia, and Isabella joined forces to prevent Fred from jumping on Malfoy, who smiled exaggeratedly.
Harry looked around for Mrs. Hodge, but she was still reprimanding Warrington for his despicable foul.
"Or maybe," Malfoy said as he walked away, "You still remember the smell of your mother's house, and the Weasley's pig nest reminds you of..."
Harry didn't realize that he himself had let go of George, he only knew that at that moment both of them were flying towards Malfoy.
He completely forgot that all the teachers were watching, he just wanted to beat Malfoy as hard as he could.
Before he could pull out his wand, he could only retract his fist clenching the Golden Snitch and slam Malfoy's disgusting face as hard as he could...
"Harry! Harry! George! No!" Harry could hear the girls screaming, Malfoy yelling, George cursing, a whistle sounded, the crowd around him roaring, but he didn't care.
It wasn't until a person next to him shouted, "There are many obstacles!" He was knocked down by a spell from behind, that he gave up on Malfoy.
"What do you think you are doing?" Mrs. Hodge screamed when Harry stood up. It seems that she used the obstacle curse. She held a whistle in one hand and a magic wand in the other.
Her broom was thrown a few feet away.
Malfoy was rolling on the ground, whimpering and groaning, his nose was bleeding, George bit his swollen lip, Fred was forcibly held by three pursuers, and Warrington giggled from the side.
"I've never seen such behavior-go back to the castle~EbookFREE.me~ You two, go directly to your dean's office! Go! Now."
"Sorry Mrs. Hodge..." Fanlin who rushed over then said with some gasps. It is too inconvenient to Apparate. He rushed here as soon as Harry landed, but Fanlin clearly underestimated it. Malfoy's ability to die.
It's troubled that he can't see the people around Gryffindor? Your teammates are all in the sky?
"I will take Harry and George to the principal. This matter will be dealt with, I promise."
"Then take them there first, as the chairman of the boys' student union, a member of his own college..." Mrs. Hodge was obviously furious, and Fanlin could only pull Harry behind him with an apologetic expression.
　　
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