Magic Journey from Hogwarts

Neither Wood nor Flint looked very pretty.

The former felt that the commentary was intentional, adding pressure to them for no reason.

The latter felt that they not only had to win this time, but also had to win beautifully, otherwise they would be sorry for the incomparably huge advantages that others said.

"Wood, it's forty now." Harry said a little bit impatiently.

"I hear you, Harry.

The situation facing Gryffindor is more serious than imagined. "Wood sighed and forced out a smile that was uglier than crying, "Perhaps, the only thing we can fight is luck. "

Harry nodded, turned his broom and flew in the opposite direction.

"Malfoy." Marcus said seriously, "I don't care what you do, we must not let him grab the Snitch before we score four goals."

"know."

Draco immediately chased after Harry Potter, and with the speed of Nimbus 2001, he was on par with Harry in a short while.

"Why don't we just stay where we are for a while." Draco said temptingly, "In short, the end of this game is already visible, so why waste your efforts."

"Shut up, Malfoy." Harry said resentfully, he only had one thought in mind now, to hit this annoying dog skin plaster with a Bludger.

Maybe Merlin heard his prayer, a ten-inch black iron ball flew from the front, but the target was not Malfoy.

Harry turned left to avoid it, but the Bludger, as if it had eyes, abandoned Draco, who was closer, turned around, and crashed into Harry's head.

He sped up immediately, getting as far away from the Bludger as possible.

But whether he was spinning and turning, ascending and descending, or circling in a zigzag, the Bludger just stuck with him, and it was much faster than usual, almost catching up with the Nimbus 2000.

The only consolation is that in this situation, Draco still did not abandon him, but his face became particularly ugly.

"You Slytherins must have messed with the Bludger," Harry said angrily.

"Don't rant, we have an absolute advantage, there is no need to do this.

I seriously suspect that it was the Gryffindor thief calling "Stop the thief". Now it is more difficult for me to catch up with you than before.

Oliver is worthy of being the captain. He made such damaging moves, and he didn't take you seriously at all. "

"Impossible, I know exactly what kind of person Wood is."

"Tch, you are really confident, Potter, but do you know what he thinks?"

At this time, everyone in the stands also noticed the abnormality. After all, the two rampaging Seekers were too conspicuous, and the Bludger behind them was so fast that they could even see afterimages.

The Gryffindor and Slytherin players also stopped their movements tacitly, and looked at each other's captain suspiciously.

"Wood, what should I do?" Alia asked, "Ask Ms. Hozaki for a timeout!"

"But the Bludger was fine before."

"Is now the time to discuss this?" Katie said anxiously, "Harry will be in danger if it continues."

"Understood, I'm going to find Ms. Huozaki right now."

"Wait, Wood.

No pause, the game continues. said Harry, flying over while dodging the frenzied Bludger. "It's dangerous, but this might be our chance." "

"Don't be stupid, it's not a joke to be hit by that ball." George said, "Let's ask for an investigation!"

"No, I'm pretty sure it wasn't Slytherin.

And the danger is not mine alone, I have pulled a back. Harry said meaningfully, "This Bludger is our only advantage." "

It was only then that they noticed Draco Malfoy, who was following him with a gloomy expression, his expression became somewhat complicated.

"Be careful yourself." Wood turned around with a heavy heart, "Everyone performs their duties, and the Bludger is handed over to Harry. All we have to do is prevent Slytherin from scoring."

"Flint, we..." asked Montague, the Slytherin Chaser.

"Trust Malfoy, you have also participated in his training, and this kind of accident is also conceivable, otherwise he would not have followed Harry Potter." Flint said in a deep voice, "Oliver's respect for them Seekers have confidence, and we should also have confidence in our Seekers.

If you want to help him, just hurry up and score a few more goals. "

Chapter 162 Different ways of dealing with fractures

Slytherin common room.

Aaron piled together seven of Lockhart's books, transfigured them into a ceiling-high cage, and placed two of his hard-earned roosters in it.

Listening to their high-pitched chirping, Aaron found it particularly pleasant. This is a sound called a sense of security.

The rooster is the natural enemy of the basilisk. With these two treasures, the task of killing the basilisk is equivalent to half completed.

But until he finds the heir of Slytherin, he still has to keep a low profile, so that no one will know that he has two live and alive roosters here.

After hesitating for a moment, Aaron cast soundproofing magic on the cage.

But he still felt a little unsafe, and cast a disillusionment spell on the two roosters, so that even if someone came to his dormitory, they would not notice the abnormality.

Tick ​​tock!Tick ​​tock!

Aaron thought of something, rolled his eyes speechlessly, turned around and looked at Abe who hurriedly wiped his saliva, "I've said it several times, they can't be eaten.

Currently at Hogwarts, besides Dumbledore, they are the biggest talismans.

Do you understand? "

Abe nodded hastily, but still looked at the cage involuntarily, and a trace of flame accidentally overflowed from the corner of his mouth.

"Damn!" Aaron immediately stood in front of the cage, "If you dare to pretend that you accidentally roasted these two chickens, I will roast you."

Abe shrugged his face, and there was a slight sadness in his eyes, as if he was saying that the master didn't love me anymore.

"Be good." Aaron patted its head and comforted it: "After I get rid of that snake, I will treat you to a sumptuous meal.

But now you really can't move them, you must restrain that damned appetite, just for the sake of your master and my safety. "

Hearing the last half of the sentence, Abe's eyes became extremely determined. Compared with the safety of the owner, two chickens are nothing at all.

"Understood, even if I starve to death and go outside, I won't attack them."

Aaron:  …

Darling, this Flag is not up to date!

"Remember what you said!" Aaron said and hugged Abe, "Now let's go to the field to see, maybe we can catch up with the end of the game."

When they arrived at the Quidditch pitch, they clearly felt the aura of the roaring and tsunami, which was a bit more grand than when the game started.

Aaron took a closer look and couldn't help but widen his eyes.

I saw two figures, one red and one green, shuttle quickly across the field. Harry and Draco sometimes rose, sometimes fell, sometimes flew close to the ground, and sometimes turned sharply. All kinds of difficult movements were vividly performed by them.

If the golden snitch in the front is the reason for their hard work, but what the hell is the crazy Bludger in the back?

At this time, a huge figure came into Aaron's field of vision. Hagrid watched Harry Potter, who was flying at high speed nervously, with a telescope. Hermione and Ron stood on his left and right sides.

Aaron immediately walked through the crowd to the three of them, "Who can explain to me what happened?"

"Harry was targeted by the out-of-control Bludger, someone must have tampered with it." Hagrid said angrily.

"I wanted to stop that Bludger." Ron said gloomily, "but Hermione won't let it, and Harry doesn't seem to let it either."

"That's right, it's a miracle that your wand doesn't knock itself out.

Wait, doesn't Ms. Hozaki care? "

Hermione shook her head, "The two teams seem to have reached an agreement, and both agreed to continue the game. It's hard for her to refuse under such circumstances."

Aaron couldn't help frowning as he watched the Bludger flying out of the afterimage.

Harry Potter seems to be unlucky. Last year, there was a problem with the broom, and this year, the Bludger targeted him again.

It seems that there will be accidents every time Gryffindor and Slytherin match, but I don't know who will do it this time, but it will definitely not be Slytherin.

But what surprised him even more was Draco's decision. You must know that the score on the field was two hundred to forty, and Slytherin led Gryffindor by 160 points.

It can be said that Draco's mission has been completed, even if he gives up the Golden Snitch, Slytherin will win, there is no need to work so hard.

But seeing Lucius Malfoy sitting in the referee's seat, he immediately understood why Draco was willing to take such a big risk to fight for the golden snitch.

There is no reason, the loser does not lose, it is purely that the son wants to win in front of the father.

The match between Slytherin and Gryffindor had already been decided. Many people knew this well, so the audience gradually focused their attention on the two Seekers.

Draco's broom is the Nimbus 2001, which is slightly faster than Harry's Nimbus 2000, occupying a slight advantage in equipment.

But unfortunately, this advantage was abruptly wiped out by the rampant Bludger behind.

After a long chase, both of them were exhausted physically and mentally, but neither of them refused to admit defeat.

Draco originally wanted to defeat Harry Potter in a dignified manner as a Seeker. After Slytherin established the victory, it was his chance.

And Harry just wanted Gryffindor to lose better. There is actually not much difference between 350 to [-] and [-] to [-], and it will not have any impact on the ending.

Although a bit aggrieved, a loss is infinitely better than a loss.

The two continued to accelerate in the torment, and after a little distance from the Bludger, they stretched out their left and right hands at the same time, and grabbed the Golden Snitch.

boom!

The Bludger flew between the two of them, and Draco was a little less lucky and injured his left arm and fell off the broom.

It is also fortunate that they fly at a relatively low altitude, otherwise it would be unreasonable to fall and keep a few bones.

Harry was going to be hurt more, the Bludger hitting his right arm, knocking off the brown wristband.

After he fell off the broom, he slid on the lawn for more than ten meters before barely stopping, but he also caught his trophy, a golden snitch.

"Harry Potter caught the Snitch and scored 150 points for Gryffindor.

But the total score was two hundred to one hundred and nine, and Slytherin won. "

Jordan's voice fell, and thunderous cheers erupted from the scene.

However, some people got off the stands and rushed towards the court. After all, there were still two Seekers lying underneath.

Aaron went to Draco's place, and the rest of the Slytherin team flew around him.

"Sorry, no Golden Snitch caught."

"Pretty good," said Flint musing, "I'm honestly annoyed that our Seeker lost.

But this time it was indeed an accident. No one can fault your performance, it's just a little bit of bad luck. "

The others also nodded in agreement, Draco was good enough today, and if they had scored over 150, they would probably choose to lie flat.

"By the way, where's the Bludger?" Draco cheered up and said, "Gryffindor must have done something."

When everyone heard this, Qi Qi turned his head to one side, and then silently denied the guess.

The Bludger flew over Harry, and then slammed down hard. If he hadn't turned over in time, his face would have been flattened.

"Burning flames."

Fierce flames shot from the tip of Aaron's wand, shattering the Bludger.

"You're welcome, I will avenge you." Aaron came over and said.

Draco tried to stand up, but just as he moved, there was a sharp pain in his left arm, and he couldn't help but let out a cry of pain.

"Fractured?"

"I think so." Draco smiled wryly, "When I was knocked down, I clearly heard the sound of bones cracking."

"do not move."

Aaron raised his left arm, "How do you think Harry Potter's situation is better than yours?"

"Haha! He must be more..."

Click!

There was a crisp sound, followed by a cry of pain.

"It's okay, I'll take the bone back for you."

Draco tried to shake his arm, there was no pain of fracture, but the surface of the arm was still hot.

"You still do this?"

"Muggle methods are sometimes better than magic." Aaron laughed, then looked at the surrounding Slytherins, "You two send him to the infirmary."