A magical journey that begins in Azkaban.

Chapter 514 Pumpkin Bomb
Knox nodded quickly, unrolled the scroll with a magic wand decorated as a devil's triangular fork, and then put the triangular fork against his throat and announced the rules of the game in a "loud voice".

"Quidditch Halloween Special, the rules are as follows."

"A. All grades and no restrictions on participants. Whether you are a regular Quidditch player or a first-year student who is interested in flying, everyone can participate.

a.1. All contestants must bring their own flying brooms. Magic carpets and other flying props are not allowed to participate.

After hearing this, Daphne smiled slyly. She stared at Roger dressed as a vampire and said with a smile: "Oh, it seems that the supplementary rules are specially set up for you."

"I hate brooms!" Roger puffed up his mouth and hit Daphne's butt through his white gloves in retaliation for her wanton laughter.

At the commentary desk, Knox's eyes flashed with desire. According to the rules, he could also leave the commentary desk and enter the court?
As a student obsessed with Quidditch, being able to ride a broom and fly freely on the field is his dream.

Unfortunately, his Quidditch talent was not worth mentioning, so he could only settle for the next best thing and choose to become a Quidditch commentator.

But it doesn't matter, he vowed to learn and grow from Hogwarts, and eventually become the best and most famous Quidditch commentator in the world!
"b. Each college is free to send contestants, but the number of people from the same college present at the same time shall not exceed 10."

"Forty people! Oh, that's going to be a blast!"

"I can already imagine the chaos in the sky."

There were bursts of exclamations and discussions at the scene. The students' enthusiasm was completely ignited, and they were looking forward to this unique Halloween Quidditch game even more.

“c. After the game starts, pumpkin heads will randomly fall from the sky. Participants need to catch them and put them into... their own college’s goal.”

"Hmm..." Knox double-checked the rules to make sure he wasn't dazzled, "Yes, it's our own goal, not the opponent's."

"Look, the goal in the sky is moving!"

“And pumpkins literally fell from the sky!”

"It looks easy. I can hold two pumpkins by myself."

The six goals on the field soon became four, and they were spread out and evenly distributed in the four directions of the field. The Dementor decorations on the goal covers also changed to the colors of the four colleges.

"C.1. The real pumpkin head represents 10 points. The fake pumpkin will explode. The contestants affected by the explosion will be eliminated."

"d. The entire competition will last until 12: midnight tonight, or until all contestants are eliminated. The academy with the highest score will win."

"e. Magic is not allowed during the competition. Everything depends on the broomstick's maneuvering skills and the driver's courage and wisdom."

As soon as the rules were announced, the entire stadium was immediately in an uproarious discussion. Students from various colleges gathered together to study the possible loopholes in the rules and discuss the candidates and strategies for the game.

"Wait, doesn't this mean that the house with more students has a greater chance of winning?" A Hufflepuff student suddenly realized, "Our house has the most students, so doesn't that mean we have the upper hand?"

"Alas, poor Ravenclaws, their numbers are even less than Slytherins." another student said sympathetically.

"Not necessarily. You've overlooked a key point." The Ravenclaw student next to him retorted, "The rules clearly state that there are pumpkin bombs in those pumpkin heads. If they explode, the people around them will definitely be affected."

"That's right. We don't have to compete in the early stages to preserve our strength. Once the pumpkin bombs are used up, or we find clues..."

On the Slytherin side, Snape encouraged everyone (more like threats) with his signature, stiff words to win. If they lost to Gryffindor, he didn't mind all the students swimming back to the castle from the Black Lake.

After Draco heard this, he whispered a few words with the other players, then suddenly turned around and suggested, "Rogge, if you don't mind, you go on the court first?"

"Ah? Why?" Rogge looked confused and took out the long-unused flying broom from his pocket. "My flying skills are well-known to be 'outstanding'. Are you sure?"

Daphne couldn't help laughing when she heard Roger's boast. She covered her mouth with one hand and quickly protected her butt with the other hand, fearing that Roger would tease her in public again.

"Yes, we all think it's best to let you go first." Draco nodded and gave him a thumbs up in approval.

"Let me be a member of the suicide squad? Cannon fodder?" Rogge quickly realized that these guys had bad intentions and wanted him to step on a landmine.

He turned around and looked at the pumpkin heads floating in the sky, his expression becoming hesitant. According to the description in the rules, some of these pumpkin heads were real and some were fake, but it was difficult to tell them apart with the naked eye.

If it is real, you can score by picking it up and throwing it back to your own goal. But if it is fake, once the pumpkin explodes in your hand, it means that the holder will definitely be eliminated.

If they really sent out their strongest regular players, they would be easily wiped out by the pumpkin bomb. For the school's victory, someone obviously needed to go ahead and explore the field to find out the rules to distinguish between real and fake pumpkin heads.

In the entire Slytherin House, Roger's broomstick skills were mediocre, but his magic talent was extraordinary. Everyone wanted him to go up first, just to find a loophole in the pumpkin bomb.

Draco clasped his hands together, pretending to pray devoutly, and pleaded with Roger: "We don't want to swim back from the Black Lake. That's too embarrassing!"

"Rogge, please!" The others also started to make a noise.

"Our dear Shadow Prefect, for the glory of Slytherin."

"Mianlong, for our victory..."

“Stop, stop, stop!” Rogge waved his hands quickly, asking them to stop their cheesy requests: “Alright, alright, for the victory of the academy, if I don’t go, who will?”

His eyes shone with a heroic courage of facing death, yet his expression was as firm as a rock, which made all the witches present admire him and moved them to tears.

mua~
The witch next to him couldn't help but rush over and give him a farewell kiss on the cheek.

Daphne couldn't help but murmur a few words when she saw this scene. She rushed over and kissed Roger on the face several times as if she was claiming her territory, leaving several eye-catching lipstick marks.

Roger touched the red mark on his cheek and carefully recalled the rules of the game announced by Knox.

"No magic allowed..." He muttered to himself, and suddenly an idea flashed in his mind, "Where is my bat?"

He found the bat from the Traceless expansion pack, squeezed it tightly, and a sly smile appeared on the corner of his mouth. "Hehe, using this to hit the pumpkin head in, it will also count as a score."

Ding-ling-ling... the game bell suddenly rang above the stadium, and this unique Halloween Quidditch match kicked off. The players from the four colleges rushed onto the field one after another, and the audience cheered and cheered.

"Look, Hufflepuff sent out 10 people at once, and so did Ravenclaw and Gryffindor... What, why does Slytherin only have one contestant?" The commentator Knox's tone was filled with surprise.

"That's right, it's just me." Roger turned around and gave the Slytherin audience a fierce look, then rushed into the court with a baseball bat in one hand and a flying broom in the other.

"These shameless guys actually let me be the "suicide squad". In their eyes, a first-grade little snake is better than my flying broomstick skills?" He felt a strong stab in his back. It hurt! It hurt so much!
Knox noticed the bat in his hand and immediately introduced him. "Two years ago, Roger served as a temporary batsman for the Hogwarts team. He used powerful Bludgers to knock the Ugandan Wagadu players off their brooms one by one."

"Oh my god, is Senior Roger so violent? He looks so handsome and not rude at all..."

"Hehe, that's just an appearance. In fact, Roger's strength is amazing. He can subdue a dragon."

"Dragon? Is he still a wizard?"

"Of course he's a wizard! Haven't you heard that Roger uses a lot of self-developed potions to strengthen his physique? Otherwise, how could he have the nickname of the Hogwarts Sleeping Dragon?"

"That's not true," Susan, who was in the same grade as Roger, corrected him. "The nickname Sleeping Dragon came from when he first entered school. That day, he fell asleep during the Sorting Ceremony."

"Besides, he has an amazing appetite. The house-elves in the castle all know that he can swallow a dragon into his stomach..."

The discussion in the audience became more and more outrageous, and some people even claimed that they saw Roger throw Hagrid into the Black Lake like a doll.

As the subject of discussion, Roger quickly passed by the pumpkin heads around him. He did not hastily take them into his arms or hit them with the bat in his hand. Because he was not sure whether the pumpkin bomb would explode instantly or with a delay after being hit.

"Look, Ron from Gryffindor has already taken action!" Knox explained loudly, "He's lucky, the first two pumpkin heads he got were real."

Ron was seen holding the huge pumpkin head with his arms folded in front of him, and using his chin to support it to prevent it from falling. His teammates also quickly came over to form a human wall to protect him.

"Someone went up to intercept them. It was Anthony and Terry from Ravenclaw." Knox changed the subject and explained with professional knowledge: "They used the double-attack tactics commonly seen in Quidditch matches, using their bodies to collide and oppress Ron, forcing him to give up the safe pumpkin in his hand."

"Oh no, the pumpkin head next to it is fake and they touched it!" Knox exclaimed.

Ha ha ha ha……

A burst of shrill laughter was heard, and Roger's eyes were involuntarily locked on the laughing pumpkin bomb.

Its ferocious triangular eyes flashed a dangerous red light, and its big mouth full of sharp teeth was grinning ferociously towards the back of its head.

Before anyone around could react, the fake pumpkin began to shrink and lose water quickly, like a dried apple. It swung wildly in the air, and finally exploded with a "bang"!
The highly concentrated orange-yellow pulp spread out like mud spots, shooting in all directions without leaving any dead corners.

The students around it were immediately covered in fruit puree, and funny and exaggerated pumpkin faces appeared on their heads at the same time.

"There doesn't seem to be any particular pattern." Roger frowned and quickly glanced at the pumpkins around him.

Judging from the explosion just now, there was only half a second between the pumpkin bomb being activated and exploding. With his strength and speed, he could have made a move in a very short time and knocked it far away.

Without any worries, Rogge acted quickly, testing and preparing to knock away the pumpkin bomb.

At the same time, Weasley, who had escaped the explosion range by chance, rushed back to the goal and put the pumpkin head into the Dementor's big mouth.

"Gryffindor gets 20 points!"

"It seems that Slytherin's Roger is unlucky. The first pumpkin he encountered was a bomb. Oh, he hit it with his bat." Knox exclaimed, "Its flying direction... is towards Gryffindor. Oh my God, Angelina and Neville just came on stage."

Bang! There was a loud bang, and the pumpkin exploded happily in the air. The Gryffindor team lost 4 members in an instant, and even 2 members of the Hufflepuff team were affected.

"Slytherin gets 30 points."

Draco shouted, "Rog, have you found the pattern?"

"No, it seems to be all luck. Or like me, knocking out the fake pumpkin."

"careful!"

Roger felt a cool breeze blowing behind his head. He turned around and saw that it was the Weasley twins who were also holding bats.

They were lucky enough to find the fake pumpkins directly. Two pumpkins flew towards him, laughing and shrinking.

Rogge immediately raised the broom handle and flew towards the sky with all his strength. Behind him, two explosions sounded one after another, and six Ravenclaw players were unfortunately affected.

"Oh, just a little bit." George and Fred looked at each other, then quickly dispersed and attacked other pumpkin heads.

"Goyle, Crabbe, go ahead!" Draco acted decisively and immediately organized the beaters to cooperate with Roger to fight against Gryffindor's attack.

"Hufflepuff got 60 points, Gryffindor got 50 points..." Knox explained the latest scores while excitedly describing the fierce battle between the two sides.

At the same time, Roger threw two real pumpkin heads back into his own goal, then waved his bat in the direction of the Weasley twins.

"Art is explosion!" he laughed, and shot back a pumpkin bomb with the same laughter.

How could he hold a grudge? He always took revenge on the spot.

The pumpkin bomb flew away with a wild laugh, becoming smaller and more wrinkled. Finally, it exploded violently not far from the twins.

"Ron and George were eliminated... but Fred also fought back. How come everyone in Gryffindor has a stick?"

Fred glanced at the fruit puree that passed by with lingering fear, then raised the bat in his hand and shouted: "Kill that Slytherin Roger first!"

In an instant, pumpkin heads that were hard to tell real from fake came rushing towards Roger from all directions. Some of them were laughing wildly, some were silent, and some had already exploded...

Rogge originally wanted to lower his flying altitude and use the obstacles on the ground to avoid these dangerous fruit puree barrages.

But he didn't expect that the dense spider webs below were not decorations. They had amazing stickiness and could firmly stick to anything they touched.

He had no other choice but to continue rising into the sky. At the same time, he stuck to the broom tightly, trying to reduce the exposed area of ​​his body, and dodged the dense pumpkin bombs with great effort.

At this moment, a real pumpkin flew towards him. Roger glanced at it and didn't take it seriously because it posed no threat.

But as luck would have it, the pumpkin head that fell from the sky met it unexpectedly, and the two collided with each other as if they had telepathy.

And, it's fake, it's a pumpkin bomb!

After being hit by the last pumpkin head, the pumpkin bomb flew directly onto Roger's shoulder. In a flash, Roger threw it away desperately.

The Pumpkin Bomb shrank and danced, mocking Rogue, who had nowhere to escape, with its shrill laughter.

"I hate AOE (area damage)!"

boom!
The yellow fruit puree is all over the place, giving off a beauty that feels like a cesspool explosion.

Rogge hurriedly covered his head with his clothes, only to feel his whole body being hit by countless mud spots.

"Oh, what a misfortune! Slytherin's Roger was eliminated by the pumpkin bomb that fell from the sky." Knox sighed with regret, and then summarized the current score situation, "Ravenclaw is currently leading with 310 points, followed closely by Hufflepuff with 270 points."

"Slytherin ranked third with 190 points, and Gryffindor only got 110 points because no one collected the pumpkin heads just now."

"However, Slytherin has already sent out a full lineup of 10 people, and Gryffindor's star Seeker Harry Potter has also joined the battle."

……

The court behind him was chaotic and happy, with the laughter and explosions of pumpkin bombs coming from time to time.

Staring at the pumpkin's face, Roger shook his head helplessly. He took out his wand and waved it at his clothes, muttering "clean it up", and cleaned up the clothes that were splattered with yellow mud.

"I'm going to go back and take a shower. Come on, you guys." Rogge waved to the others, "I hope we don't have to swim back from the Black Lake."

Before leaving the field, he looked back at the situation on the field. Several students were unfortunately knocked off their brooms by the pumpkin head and stuck in the spider web; Harry was lucky, relying on his high speed to wander around the edge of the field and secretly put the pumpkin towards the goal.

"Harry, where are you going!" Draco shouted, swung his broom and hit the pumpkin head at the other person.

Roger smiled, then hurriedly left Hogwarts under the pretext of taking a shower and flew to the magic airship to the Shetland Islands.

(End of this chapter)