Hogwarts: Nagini captured at the start

Chapter 54 Knocking Out a Front Tooth

On the green field, after the referee Ms. Huo Qi finished her opening remarks, she blew her silver whistle.

!! (qu qu)

As soon as the whistle blew, fifteen flying brooms soared into the air like rockets, then came to a stop 15 meters above the ground.

Whoosh! Whoosh!

Red and green intertwine high in the sky.

Commentator Lee Jordan, with his bright black eyes, passionately and enthusiastically described the game.

"Great! Chaser Jansen caught the Quaffle and flew at breakneck speed, passing it to teammate Spinnet as Flint caught up."

"Flint (S) turned the broomstick around, Spinnet (G) made a high lob, and the Quaffle returned to Janssen (G)."

"Like an eagle, she shook off Flint, dodged Puse, and flew forward at breakneck speed, her upper body flashing to fool goalkeeper Bletch."

"Oh ho, it's in! The ball's in! Gryffindor +10! Jansen's ball skills, like her, are mesmerizingly beautiful."

"Jordan!" Professor McGonagall growled in a low voice.

Lee Jordan is a game commentator because he's incredibly eloquent.

In his subsequent commentary, he ignored Professor McGonagall's reprimand and continued his flirtatious style, linking the ball-handling skills of the three Gryffindor Chaser to his own beautiful figure.

An hour into the game, the score was still very close between the two teams. Robin saw through his binoculars that the half-giant Hagrid had walked up to Ron.

Indeed, the hunting grounds are too far from the stadium. Even with binoculars to see the game from high above, there's no sense of the cheering atmosphere.

Luo Bin had been sitting for over an hour, and his buttocks were aching. He got up to stretch and get some water.

But just as he was drinking a glass of water, something suddenly happened at the aerial arena—Fred fell off his flying broom and dislocated his arm.

"Phew, thankfully Ms. Huo Qi cast her spell in time, otherwise, falling from a height of 15 meters would have left him either dead or crippled."

Wood said this after helping Fred into the locker room.

"Something's wrong. That roaming ball is really strange. The force with which it rushed towards me was more than three times greater than usual. Just now, I almost thought it was going to kill me."

"Don't talk nonsense. The professors checked the ball used in the game at least three times. Don't make excuses for your bad skills."

Despite his complaints, George didn't stop what he was doing.

George laid Fred down and massaged his arms to relax his muscles.

Then, he took off his shoes and socks, placed his heels against Fred's armpit and humeral head, pulled his forearm with both hands, and then gently pulled his forearm inward.

Ga ba!

George released his grip and patted Fred's shoulders. "Tsk, as expected of me, I reset you in one go."

"Yes, yes, my good brother George is the best, the best in the world. But please put your shoes and socks on quickly, the stench is unbearable."

Feeling disgusted and scorned, George retaliated on the spot. He grabbed his sweat-soaked socks and was about to shove them into Fred's mouth when Wood saw this and quickly stopped him.

"George, be serious, the game is in progress! Robin, get ready and come in with us."

Luo Bin: ⊙▽⊙, Heh, time to go to the battlefield, buck-toothed man, here I come!

"No, Wood, let me go. You just saw it yourself, George has already reset my dislocated shoulder."

Wood pressed Fred's shoulder, forcing him to sit down. "This is a game, not child's play. We have to think about the bigger picture."

Fred knew full well that in his current condition, he would only drag the team down if he went on the court. He replied dejectedly, "Okay! But you have to believe me, that wandering ball was really strange. Be careful when you play."

"Okay, okay, you're such a chatterbox."

George nodded perfunctorily, then pushed Wood and Robin onto the field.

"Robin, don't be nervous. You can think of it as a more formal training match."

Katie Bell stepped forward, blushing, and offered words of comfort.

Ever since Robin saved Katie Bell during their first training session, she would blush and her heart would pound every time she spoke to him.

She once thought she had a serious illness and was going to die, but after listening to her story, Ms. Pomfrey gently stroked her head and said with a smile: This is not an illness, but a kind of growth.

Katie Bell didn't know what this "growth" meant, but she understood that she wouldn't die from the illness.

"Bell, thank you for your kindness. I'm not nervous at all; on the contrary, I'm very excited."

"Well, that's good!" Bell said shyly.

After the intermission, Ms. Huo Qi blew her silver whistle, and Robin rode his broomstick, flying high into the sky with everyone else.

"Robin, is Fred alright?" Harry flew over and asked.

"It's alright, George put him back in place. After a few days of rest, he'll be bouncing around again, playing pranks on everyone."

"That's good. Wait a minute, the Golden Snitch! I see the Golden Snitch!"

Not far away, a small golden ball, about the size of a walnut, flapped its silver wings and flew past Puse's left ear. He was only focused on the Quake and didn't notice the Golden Snitch at all.

Harry gripped the broom, leaned forward, and sped toward the Golden Snitch.

However, he made the same mistake as Puse, and a stray ball came hurtling toward the back of his head.

Higgs also saw the Golden Snitch and rushed to fly alongside Harry. However, Harry's flying talent was slightly better, and in just a few seconds, he left Higgs behind the broom tail.

In Robin's view, Flint was baring his buck teeth and flying toward Harry, looking like he was about to launch a physical attack.

Robin gripped the broom tightly and, like a streak of light, caught up with the wandering ball.

He activated the giant club swing skill of the troll Big Fool and the precision throwing skill of the goblin Grant, swinging his arm from bottom to top, and the club struck the bottom of the wandering ball.

Immediately afterwards, the ball shot up into the air like a rocket, and then, with a whoosh, it drew a large arc, aiming straight for Flint's head.

"Oh my god, I have never seen such a bizarre phenomenon. Could it be that the god of magic, Merlin, saw that Marcus Flint was deliberately bumping into Gryffindor players, so he sent the Blink-Ball to punish him?"

"Jordan, I'm reminding you," Professor McGonagall growled in a low voice.

On the other side, Flint heard the words "Merlin the Archmage," "Marcus Flint," and "Wandering Ball," and subconsciously turned his head to look back. Then, a black ball, billowing with black smoke, flew in and hit his two front teeth and the bone of his nose.

Crack! Crack!

Two irregular, yellowed front teeth fell from a height of more than ten meters onto the lawn, emitting a foul stench that sent ants scattering in all directions.

Flint covered his mouth and nose tightly, but bright red blood still flowed out between his fingers.

Ms. Hodge blew her silver whistle again, flew to Flint's side and said, "Go to the school hospital and get the substitutes on the field."

(End of this chapter)