Harry returns from Hogwarts Legacy

Chapter 353, Education Order No. 25

However, the situation suddenly took a sharp turn for the worse. First, Arya was hit by a stray ball during an attack and fell to the ground, forcing her to retire from the match. Then, the player who replaced her was also eliminated by Crabbe's golden headshot.

“It seems their gorillas have their own methods.” Angelina remained completely calm. The score was now 70-10, and as long as Harry could catch the Golden Snitch quickly, they could win.

Her idea was good, but the problem was that the Golden Snitch had disappeared. Harry looked around but couldn't find him anywhere.

He could only hang in mid-air with Draco, desperately searching for the Golden Snitch.

“This time, I’m going to win!” Draco taunted Harry. “Don’t worry, Harry, when I catch the Golden Snitch and win, I think you’ll celebrate with me.”

“Having dreams is a good thing,” Harry said bluntly, “but unfortunately, they’re not very realistic, are they?”

Draco nodded, but didn't respond.

"Oh dear—Katie Bell, she made a mistake during her flight and has crashed..." Lee Jordan was still commentating, "Let's see how she is... Alas, it's a pity that she can no longer continue. Let's give a round of applause to Miss Bell—she was a true Gryffindor!"

“We need a technical timeout!” Angelina raised her hand, signaling to referee Mrs. Hodge to request a timeout.

Mrs. Hodge blew her whistle to announce a technical pause.

“We need to change our tactics,” Angelina said grimly as the team gathered. “We can’t go on like this. Slytherin’s tactics are just too dirty. Harry… I need you to catch the Golden Snitch quickly!”

“I’d like to,” Harry said, spreading his hands. “But the Golden Snitch seems to have disappeared into hiding this year; there’s no way to find it…”

“Then do your best, Harry.” Angelina sighed, rubbing her acupoints. “We need to stabilize the situation; it can’t get any worse. After the break, we need to figure out how to avoid further losses…”

"Wait a minute?" Ron suddenly leaned closer, rubbing his chin as he looked at the Slytherin captain holding a small notebook not far away and muttered, "This bastard is just looking at a little notebook over there? Look, blood, hell."

“I suspect it’s on their targeted list, specifically designed to reduce our numbers,” Fred guessed. “How could they be so despicable?”

“He made this gesture.” George held up one finger. “Look, Malfoy is smiling broadly. I have no idea what he’s laughing about.”

“He’s probably saying he’s going to take down that Weasley,” Fred said from the side. “You’ll see, Crabbe and Goyle, those two gorillas, will definitely ask, ‘Which Weasley?’ and Malfoy will say, ‘Damn it, it’s the one who’s guarding the goal. How can I expect you to take down two that look exactly alike?’”

Fred's imitation was so vivid, he looked exactly like the real Crabbe and Goyle, which amused everyone around him.

"Keep it up!" Angelina straightened her clothes and said resolutely, "Treat every minute as if it were your last, and don't be afraid to lose!"

“Come on, guys,” Fred called out, gesturing for everyone to gather around. “Hold out your hands, come on, put them in the middle…”

As soon as he finished speaking, the six players gathered together, placing their hands in the middle to form a circle.

"Three, two, one... Go for it!" they shouted in unison.

When the timeout ended, the players took to the air together.

“Oh, right, Fred, and George,” Angelina added as she took off, “I expect you two to target their defenders—and their chasers—when possible. Don’t hold back; it’s time to go all out!”

"Understood, madam." The two bowed in a playful manner.

However, once the pause ended, Slytherin began to organize a furious counterattack.

With Gryffindor down three Chaser players, leaving only a substitute and Angelina on the field, they were unable to mount a significant counterattack.

“Oh dear, this play… it’s not Weasley’s fault,” Lee Jordan sighed. “Faced with a double team of three defenders and a dribbling ball from the opposing chaser, all I can say is—he did his best.”

The score went from 70-10 to 70-210.

There was really no other way. Ron had already saved so many sure-fire goals, and everyone knew he couldn't do any better.

The gap was about 150 points.

Just then, Harry finally noticed the Golden Snitch.

He finally moved, turning the fire crossbow bolt and accelerating toward the golden thief.

Angelina also noticed Harry's movements and shouted a reminder: "Hold on tight, there's a way!"

"Go for it!" George and Fred shouted together, Fred swinging his bat to block the fatal blow for Angelina.

He also returned the wandering ball to Gore.

"Well done!" Angelina waved her arm. "We're switching to defense now—I'm sure Harry will catch the Golden Snitch soon! We're down by 140 points now, but catching the Golden Snitch will give us 150 points, and we'll still be the winners!"

"That's assuming he's quick enough," Fred added from the sidelines. "If he plays like he does in the World Cup, then he'll become Krum, and we'll become the tragic Bulgarian team..."

"Shut up!" Angelina yelled, turning around.

Just then, Slytherin launched another defensive counterattack.

Gryffindor took the first shot, and Angelina, with the ball tucked under one arm, began her charge towards the Slytherins.

The Slytherin players began to converge on Angelina in a triangular formation.

Crabbe swung his club and hit a drifting shot toward Angelina's only exit.

With the exit blocked, Angelina had no choice but to grit her teeth and fly forward.

However, the Slytherin captain's broom was simply too fast. He quickly caught up with Angelina and began to repeatedly ram her with his strong body.

They don't try to take the ball; they just bump into people for fun.

"That guy..." George angrily swung his club, flying to the edge of the stray ball and striking hard at the Slytherin captain. However, while the force was fierce enough, the accuracy was lacking, and he didn't hit the Slytherin captain, but rather an unlucky Chaser standing nearby.

"That's quite an achievement," Fred whistled.

Slytherin also brought on their last substitute, and both teams were now locked in a fierce battle.

The students below were also shouting wildly, cheering for their own team.

Luna's hat kept making a loud noise, drawing attention amidst the cheers and shouts.

Just then, Worrington intercepted the ball that Angelina was holding.

He and the other two chasers quickly turned their brooms around and launched a final assault on the Gryffindor goal!

They certainly noticed Harry and Draco's actions and needed to put the ball in the goal before the two of them decided their match!
By this time, it was too late for the Gryffindor players to stop the three broomsticks flying so fast. The long flight and the high-intensity defense with one less player had already exhausted them.

The three men were passing the Quaffle to each other in a triangular formation, trying to distract Ron.

Ron hovered in mid-air, his mind focused intently on the three players.

Just then, the ball was passed to Warrington.

He feigned a pass, but in the instant Ron turned his broom, he threw a deadly shot towards the goal.

The entire stadium fell silent; there was no more noise. Everyone held their breath, staring intently at the game-tying goal.

Will it get in?
However, Ron leaped from the broom at an unlikely angle, punching the sure-fire Quake into the goal's range with his fists clenched.

This goalkeeper, making his first appearance for Gryffindor, whom the Slytherins considered a rookie, has now become a wall of sighs blocking the Slytherins' path.

Meanwhile, Harry catches the Golden Snitch.

"Beep beep—beep!"

Mrs. Hodge blew the whistle to end the match.

"My God, what is this!" Jordan screamed hysterically, his voice hoarse. "A save! A world-class save! Weasley has done it! Don't give Slytherin any more chances! The great Gryffindor goalkeeper! He has carried on the glorious tradition of Gryffindor! Oliver Wood and Charlie Weasley are with him at this moment! He is not fighting alone! Harry! Harry Potter has caught the Golden Snitch! The game is over! Gryffindor has defeated Slytherin 220 to 210! Long live Gryffindor!"

Professor McGonagall had no intention of scolding Jordan; she had already stood up long before Ron made that historic save.

At that moment, she was like a young girl, clasping her hands together and jumping for joy on tiptoe.

These kids are amazing!
After making the save, Ron was rescued by Fred, who rushed over, and landed on his broom.

"Well done!" Fred shouted. "Merlin's stinky socks! How did you do that! Such a beautiful save! You're the hero of the day, Ron!"

“I’d love to know what the Slytherins think,” Ron said, sitting on his broom with a chuckle. “I wonder if that crown-shaped badge will be a disgrace to them—the Weasleys are their king, ha!”

"We must celebrate today!" Angelina said, her face beaming. "We must celebrate our victory, and our incredibly brave goalkeeper! Our agile seekers! You are the greatest contributors to our victory!"

“Actually, I didn’t do much.” Harry waved his hand. “The Golden Snitch had disappeared somewhere. By the time I found it, the score was already frighteningly high.”

"Haha." They chuckled as they returned to the locker room and changed into their casual clothes.

Meanwhile, the spectators around the playing area began to leave, discussing the match with great interest—except for the Slytherins.

When they returned to the Great Hall, Harry and his teammates were chatting and laughing, discussing visiting Katie Bell and Arya Spinnet at the university hospital later.

However, the students in front of them gathered around the bulletin board in the auditorium.

"What's wrong?" Harry asked, leaning closer.

“It’s Education Order No. 25,” Hermione said, staring at the order with a complicated expression. “Good heavens, I never expected Umbridge to spoil the mood at a time like this—she’s disgusting, isn’t she?”

"What does it say?" Ron couldn't see the educational order; a crowd had gathered around him.

Hermione read to him: "The Senior Investigator shall henceforth have supreme authority over all matters concerning punishment, sanctions and deprivation of rights of Hogwarts students, and shall have the power to amend such punishments, sanctions and deprivation of rights imposed by other faculty members."

"Signature: Cornelius Fudge, Minister for Magic, First Class of the Order of Merlin, etc..."

"Is she crazy?" Ron looked at her like she was crazy. "Does she have to cause trouble at Hogwarts?"

“I think it’s crazy too.” Harry patted Ron on the shoulder. “Don’t worry, she won’t be around for long. Let’s go into the Great Hall and get something to eat. Are you hungry?”

“I’m hungry.” Ron shook his head. “Let’s go, let’s have a couple of butterbeers, I’m really thirsty.”

They entered the auditorium, while Professor McGonagall and Umbridge were having a slightly unpleasant chat in the faculty section.

"Another one!" Professor McGonagall exclaimed excitedly.

“Indeed,” Umbridge said with a forced smile. “Minerva, in fact, you showed me that we need a new ordinance… Remember when you overturned my opinion? I disagreed with the Gryffindor Quidditch team reorganization, and you went to the board of trustees, Mrs. Sweeting, who insisted on having the team play. I couldn’t tolerate that, so I immediately contacted the Minister for Magic, who also believed that the Senior Investigator must have the power to strip students of their privileges, otherwise she—that is, me—would have less power than an ordinary teacher!”

"You'll make Hogwarts a complete mess sooner or later!" Professor McGonagall roared, barely suppressing her anger.

“But in fact, you’ve made a mess of Hogwarts.” Umbridge still had a fake smile. “Look at how barbaric Quidditch is! Four players were seriously injured in one match. That’s why I considered suspending Quidditch matches… for the health and safety of the students.”

“That’s none of your concern, Ms. Umbridge,” Professor McGonagall said expressionlessly.

“Oh, I suppose that’s something I need to worry about,” Umbridge said with a forced smile. “You see, Minister for Magic Cornelius Fudge has granted me certain privileges; I have the authority to make any reforms I want at Hogwarts!”

(End of this chapter)