I'm the King of Curry at Hogwarts

Chapter 195 A Close Call

After Gryffindor scored, Marcus stretched out his arm to signal an attack around him. He first passed the ball to Graham, and then continued to move forward at high speed, trying to replicate Gryffindor's attacking style.

Unfortunately, Angelina appeared just in time to intercept Graham's attempt to pass the Quaffle to Cassius.

"Beautiful! Angelina showed the qualities of a top player. She appeared just in time to intercept the Quaffle!" Li Jordan shouted excitedly, "GO! GO! Gryffindor!"

"I don't think commentary should be biased," Ron quickly added. "Slytherin's pass was also very clever, but unfortunately they ran into the superior Angelina. I can't imagine what would have happened if that pass had been successful."

As Angelina launched her attack, the stray ball came hurtling towards her again, but unfortunately, George was faster and spun the stray ball away before it could hit Angelina.

"Boo-Yaa!" George yelled, shading his forehead with his hand.

Angelina held the Quaffle ball under her left arm and gave George a thumbs-up with her right hand behind her back.

She dashed left and right, accelerating in a spiral to shake off Graham who was chasing her. Facing Slytherin's goalkeeper Bletchley, she remained calm, first using a feint to trick her into coming out, then deftly tossing the ball up and into the middle of the ring.

"Beautiful! Goal! Gryffindor scores again!" Lee Jordan shouted excitedly.

Along with Li Jordan, the other three houses celebrated, forming a sea of ​​colors in the stands as everyone celebrated enthusiastically. Only the Slytherin students wore long faces, as if someone owed them hundreds of Galleons.

Ouch, it hurts so much! What kind of Quidditch is Slytherin playing today?

Louis tossed the pistachio in his hand and shouted angrily, "What are you playing! Miles! What kind of goalkeeper are you! Believe me or not, I'll send you to Siberia to harvest wheat!"

Turning around, he saw Catherine had already put her little hand to her mouth, her bright green eyes fixed intently on Angelina. He quickly pressed Catherine down and, under her puzzled gaze, whispered, "Don't cast the Confusion Charm! This is a competition!"

Catherine looked around and then lowered her voice, saying, "No one will notice."

"No! I said no, and that's final!" Louis adopted the air of a patriarch, holding Catherine's hand to stop her from making any moves.

"Okay..." Catherine pouted cutely and continued looking at the competition field.

Li Jordan continued his passionate commentary: "Angelina scored a goal and provided an assist, a truly outstanding player. We see Professor McGonagall, over eighty years old, sitting right here, gazing with deep affection, her eyes filled with the image of herself at seventeen..."

Before he could finish speaking, Professor Cat delivered a Meow Meow Punch to his head.

"You can catch the wind, but you can't keep up with the pace of time." Ron chimed in with a witty remark, completely oblivious to Professor McGonagall's expression as if she were about to scratch his face with potato shreds.

Marcus didn't say anything after the goal; he simply gathered his players together and shouted, "Three, two, one, come on!"

"come on!"

Slytherin launched another attack. This time, unlike before, Marcus circled around, seemingly trying to use his superior skills to get rid of his opponent's blockade. However, the effect was not ideal. Angelina's skills were clearly much better than his, and she was about to catch up with him.

Marcus turned around, bared his teeth, and flicked the Quaffle to Cassius in the distance.

Cassius caught the ball, squeezed the broom between his legs and accelerated. Katie behind him tried to intercept, but saw the wandering ball whistling towards her in the same trajectory. She had to stop flying and dodge the wandering ball.

Between two evils, choose the lesser; it's better for Cassius to fly over than to be hit by the wandering ball.

Trust Wood!

Wood lived up to expectations, remaining calm and collected the Quaffle shot aimed at the Gryffindor goal, thanks to the passing combination between Cassius and Graham.

"Damn it, that Wood..." Marcus glared at Wood through gritted teeth. If Louis hadn't warned him not to play dirty before the game, Wood would probably be lying in Mrs. Pomfrey's infirmary by now.

To be fair, Wood has the flair of a young Buffon. Even though Buffon hasn't debuted yet, according to historical trends, he should join Parma Football Club next year as the third-choice backup goalkeeper.

Of course, that's getting off topic. Wood's goalkeeping skills are among the best, even Ron, a sixth-year student, is slightly inferior to him.

At this moment, Wood forcefully threw the Quaffle, and Gryffindor's Lady Trident swarmed out, launching a triangular attack on Slytherin's home court. With a brilliant passing combination, Katie threw the ball into the right circle, and Gryffindor scored again, giving them a 30-0 lead.

"According to Shakespeare's opera, passing the ball more can effectively increase the goal-scoring rate. I think the Gryffindor players must have seen this saying, which is why they spared no effort in putting it into practice. Well done, ladies, Gryffindor has scored again!"

Michael Jordan's big teeth gleamed in the sunlight.

Seeing that Gryffindor was already three goals ahead, Harry did several somersaults in the air. It seemed that Gryffindor had the victory in their grasp. All he needed to do now was to catch that damned Golden Snitch and kill the game as soon as possible.

But even after squinting and searching around, he couldn't find that damned golden thief.

Where did it go?

The situation suddenly changed when Slytherin's batter Derek's bat slipped from his hand and hit a flying ball, while the bat bounced back and struck Katie's broom.

Katie screamed and spun around before landing lightly on the ground.

Mrs. Hooch immediately blew her whistle to signal a pause in the game, as someone had committed a foul.

"It seems the Slytherin players have relapsed into their old ways and couldn't resist using a tactical foul. Oh no, Mrs. Hodge awarded a free kick in the attacking third, a shot from fifteen yards out—well, such a precise call, I wonder if Mrs. Hodge brought a microscope."

Li Jordan continued his commentary incessantly, giving Ron no chance to interrupt.

"Flop! That's a faking dunk!" Louis saw it clearly from the stands. The bat only grazed Katie's broom, and the scream was completely faked by Katie—unless a broom could also make a scream.

How should I put it? It's truly worthy of a ball game in England. This diving... could it be that future Cristiano Ronaldo learned it from her?

There's a joke circulating in later generations that asks the British what their favorite sport is.

A: Diving.

At this moment, Katie had already energetically ridden her broomstick to the penalty spot, ready to throw the ball towards Slytherin's goal.

"Life is like the three cups of tea in the traditional Arabic tradition: the first cup is bitter like life, the second sweet like love, and the third as light as a breeze." Li Qiaodan recounted with great seriousness, "Let's see how Katie's penalty kick goes. She chose to shoot directly at the goal—beautiful! The ball lobbed from the left side of the goal into the ring, Gryffindor scores again, and Katie completes her hat trick for this match!"

"Her performance in this match was truly remarkable; her attacks put a lot of pressure on Slytherin." Ron looked somewhat dazed at the senior students still celebrating in circles in the distance and said with a smile, "What an excellent performance, what an outstanding player."

Riding high on their morale, Gryffindor had completely dominated Slytherin on the field, and the situation now seemed to be one-sided, with the score at 70 to 0.

Marcus now had the ball. He spun around and dribbled past Katie behind him, his eyes fixed on the Gryffindor goal. Seventy to zero. Slytherin had never been so dominated by Gryffindor before. All he could think about was scoring a goal and washing away the humiliation.

The ball whistled through the air as it came towards him, and the batter, Derek, appeared precisely where he should have been, and with a backhand stroke, sent the ball flying toward Wood.

This is an action permitted by the rules.

Taking advantage of Wood's dodge, Marcus knew his moment had come, and he threw with all his might—

"Oh dear... Marcus, he was too hasty," Ron taunted gleefully. "His shot went straight into the sky, into space, and into the universe!"

"I can only say that his whole heart is probably tied to the universe, otherwise he wouldn't have shot at space," Li Qiaodan quipped with a similar schadenfreude.

Possession returned to Gryffindor, and with the combined efforts of the trident, the score reached 80-0.

But those ten points were quickly deducted.

The reason was that Graham from Slytherin had been a little impatient and tugged at Angelina's clothes. This angered George, who elbowed Graham in the face. Madam Hooch immediately came over with her whistle, deducting points from George's Gryffindor score and giving him a verbal warning.

"Hopefully, this ruling won't affect Weasley number one's enthusiasm for the game." With his team now far ahead, Li Jordan had long since lost any bias. He grinned and gloated, "Generally speaking, Slytherins are the dirtiest in a game, but today, contrary to expectations, Slytherins have actually become civilized, while we Gryffindors have become dirty."

"Why is this happening? Is it a distortion of human nature or a decline in morality?" Ron didn't forget to add insult to injury for his brother, showing they were truly good brothers.

Meanwhile, Harry also spotted the Golden Snitch and now had a huge advantage on the field. He wanted to catch the Golden Snitch quickly so he could end the game as soon as possible.

Therefore, Gryffindor is the winner today.

He quickly accelerated and rushed towards the Golden Snitch, who, of course, wouldn't sit idly by and easily escaped Harry's pursuit by lifting himself up.

The Bludger came hurtling towards him; it was the Slytherin batter. Harry quickly grabbed his broom and climbed up, trying to shake off the Bludger.

Elizabeth, who was standing nearby, also noticed Harry's actions. Following the direction he was chasing, she spotted the Golden Snitch flying ahead, shimmering and emitting an extremely alluring light.

At this moment, the superiority of the fire bolt became apparent. In two seconds, she accelerated from zero to over two hundred yards, quickly rushing towards the still-flying golden thief.

Slytherin knew that the only chance to turn the tide rested on Elizabeth, but the batter was far away from her, and the stray ball had turned and was heading straight for her. Just when everyone was getting anxious, they saw Elizabeth gently lower her waist, and the stray ball grazed past her back.

"Elizabeth doesn't seem like a freshman who's just started flying broomsticks at all; her movements are very skillful," Li Jordan commented honestly. "I think she's a genius athlete. The last time I saw such a talented flying athlete was..."

Goodness, he's figured out what "nonsense literature" truly means.

"The last time was probably two years ago. I remember when Harry Potter first participated in a Quidditch match and became the Savior of Gryffindor." Ron didn't forget to play along with his good friend and quickly covered for Li Jordan.

The Slytherin players, focused on Elizabeth, had forgotten that they were still behind on the scoreboard. The distracted goalkeeper, Bletchley, was hit in the abdomen by a stray ball from George and collapsed to the ground without even letting out a scream.

"You're so hot!" Ron exclaimed. "Weasley number one, that shot almost ripped the Slytherin goalkeeper's shirt open..."

This behavior is truly outrageous; even Professor McGonagall couldn't stand it anymore.

Without their goalkeeper, Slytherin was relentlessly attacked, and in nine minutes, Kitty scored five goals in quick succession.

With the score at 120-0, the Slytherin students were devastated.

There's no hope left. With such a huge score difference, how can they possibly turn things around? Besides, Harry, the opposing Seeker, is also a genius Quidditch Seeker. How could Elizabeth, a novice, possibly snatch the Golden Snitch from his hands?

The other three houses thought the same way, and they had already started celebrating. In the Gryffindor section, Hermione even took out a bottle of champagne, opened it with a "pop" while shaking it, and began to distribute champagne to the Gryffindor students one by one to celebrate their victory.

But at that moment, the situation on the field suddenly changed.

Elizabeth's Firebolt was far superior to Nimbus 2000 in performance, and her acceleration over a straight distance completely surpassed Harry's. However, because she was younger and her arms were shorter, she couldn't reach the Golden Snitch, which was a little above her.

The golden thief was buzzing just above her, and no matter how hard she tried, she couldn't catch it.

A sharp-eyed Slytherin spotted Elizabeth chasing the Golden Snitch, ahead of Harry. But then Lee Jordan's voice rang out: "Angelina, she's put the ball in the ring! Gryffindor scores! It's now 140-0!"

(End of this chapter)