I swung a sword at Hogwarts

Lee Jordan wanted to go back and continue his commentary, but he was sandwiched between two big men, Gall and Crabbe. There was no way for him to break free with his small body.

Ernie was a little confused at first, but he was a chatterbox and loved being the center of attention.

He quickly got the hang of the job. He was neither a Gryffindor nor a Slytherin, so it could be said that he was not biased towards either side.

When the game was at a climax, the Golden Snitch appeared.

Two eyes locked at the same time.

Chapter 158: One King and One King

Measured by Muggle standards, these are two of the most advanced sports car bombing engines.

When their eyes met, the two people in the sky looked like two red and green arrows.

Without thinking, he pressed the flying broom and the fire arrow shot out.

They have only one goal, and that is the golden Snitch.

The current score is 30 to 80, with Slytherin leading.

Even though Wood was like a gate god, with six Nimbus 2001s and training that was no less hard than Gryffindor's, Slytherin had already been reborn.

There is only one thing in their eyes, victory!

Derek, the Slytherin Beater, aimed at the Bludger and hurled it in Harry's direction.

He controlled the Bludger and it flew straight towards Harry.

Harry spun his broom to avoid the ball and caught a glimpse of a figure pursuing him out of the corner of his eye.

Not wanting to be outdone, he sped up, trying to put some distance between him and Malfoy.

The Golden Snitch is the key to a tense game. As long as Gryffindor catches it, they will win.

Wood is already in seventh grade, and he loves Quidditch so much that Harry doesn't want him to leave with regrets, so he wants to win the trophy for Gryffindor.

Thinking of this, Harry accelerated and flew flexibly in the sky.

Faster speed also means more difficulty in control.

The Snitch flew across the Gryffindor stands, and Harry lifted himself up to keep flying fast.

"Catch it soon."

He thought so, his eyes fixed on the Golden Snitch.

Gradually approaching, the next second, his body was hit by brute force.

His face darkened, and he was about to curse Malfoy for being despicable, but he saw that Malfoy didn't even look at him.

Malfoy only had eyes for the Golden Snitch.

His hair was stuck to the back of his head by the strong wind, but he didn't care.

He controlled the Firebolt and accelerated desperately, and Harry followed suit.

The shadows of two people flew in the sky, and the Golden Snitch dived below.

Chasing each other under the familiar stands, both of them held their breath.

The ups and downs of the wooden frame became an obstacle, but Harry was extremely talented. Every time he was about to hit it, he was able to dodge it with his incredible flying skills.

Beads of sweat formed on Malfoy's forehead, and he did not dare to let go of the broomstick to wipe them.

The sweat beads were blown by the wind, moving slowly, but moving towards the eyes little by little.

The plane was flying at such a speed under the stands that were full of obstacles that the students who saw it exclaimed in surprise.

They couldn't see the people, but they could see the wind blowing the cloth below as the two flew by.

The two figures were one in front and one behind, only half a body length apart.

Harry found himself slowing down, and he was angry, thinking that Malfoy was playing tricks again.

But the next second, platinum color penetrated his vision.

It's not that he's slow, it's that Malfoy is fast.

Malfoy was still accelerating on this dangerous track.

Harry was not to be outdone and also accelerated.

Instead of slowing down, the two people were speeding up further and further below.

The golden snitch flew out, and only blurry shadows of the two people were left following it.

When Marcus Flint saw this scene, he recalled every detail of the training.

At that time, Malfoy seemed like a different person. He was completely crazy, suffering the most and being the most tired. When everyone else was complaining, he still persisted.

Gradually, Malfoy took over his responsibility as captain and led the entire team to persevere.

He is like this now, how can I lose!

Marcus Flint's eyes were red, and he yelled at the top of his voice: "We are Slytherin!!!"

He rarely does this in games, most of the time he uses dirty tricks.

This shout woke up all the team members.

They roared: "Noble Slytherin, defend the honor until death!"

The six people roared with a spirit of courage and determination, which was completely different from Gryffindor's impression of Slytherin as mean and sinister.

Katie was distracted and the Quaffle was snatched away by Montague and scored into the goal.

The Slytherin stands cheered.

John saw this scene.

"We were born in the mire,

We crave rights.

We are ambitious.

We are strong and calm,

We are elegant and self-sufficient.

We never regret.

We are Slytherins."

The sound was clearly heard throughout the Quidditch pitch, and the originally restless stands fell silent.

He continued:

"We chase glory,

We defend the honor,

We witness the glory,

We are the glory.”

Every Slytherin had a kind of fanaticism in his eyes at this moment.

Like witnesses to the King, they clenched their fists.

No one knew who took the lead, but a word was shouted out by every Slytherin.

"glory!"

"glory!"

"glory!"

...

Crazy, everything is crazy.

The glory of uniformity drowns out the noise of the three academies with the power of one academy.

The Quidditch pitch was covered in glory, and the green group gathered into a terrible force.

Every Slytherin seemed to have infinite power surging from them, and the six members of the Slytherin team became even stronger.

The score was widening rapidly. Wood became anxious when he saw this. He did not dare to look at what was happening on Harry's side.

After the word "glory" came out, the Slytherin team was as if they were injected with chicken blood.

He even saw Warrington, the wimp, who didn't say a word when he was hit on the nose by a Bludger. They were like fanatical believers, and the word "glory" was their faith.

When Malfoy, who was chasing the Golden Snitch, heard the voice, scenes of hard training flashed through his mind.

What is that for?

For glory!

So what are you waiting for?

Malfoy immediately increased the speed to the maximum, and the Golden Snitch suddenly fell towards the ground.

What a familiar scene! Malfoy dived down without hesitation.

Harry walked side by side with it, falling rapidly towards the ground.

Everyone's heart was in their throat. Hermione and Ron stood up and looked over there nervously.

The Malfoy of the past gave up, but the Malfoy of today won’t!

Malfoy roared, "Come here!"

Two hands grabbed the Golden Snitch almost at the same time, and it fell off the broom without any order, leaving two dragging marks on the ground, forming a "V" shape.

Everyone stood up, looking forward to it. Ron nervously muttered, "Harry, please it must be Harry..."

Hermione watched nervously. Seeing the way Harry fell, she was afraid that the fall was very painful.

All four Houses were staring at the clasped hands, Harry's right hand and Malfoy's left.

At this moment, Harry came back to his senses from the fall and clenched his fists.

next moment.

Harry smiled, opened his right hand and raised it high, with the Golden Snitch in his hand.

"I caught it!"

Gryffindor erupted in huge cheers, and Slytherin was in mourning.

Madam Hooch blew the closing whistle.

"competition is over."

"Slytherin wins!"

The smile froze, the Gryffindor students were stunned, and Ron looked angrily at Ernie Macmillan who had spoken.

Professor McGonagall's face was pale with shock, while Snape had a smile on his face.

The score counter on the table froze.

180:190

The ten-point difference was made at the cost of having his nose broken by the Bludger.

His nose was bleeding continuously.

No one expected it to be so dramatic.

Harry caught the Golden Snitch, but Gryffindor lost the game.

Malfoy was sitting on the ground, his dull eyes brightening up again when he heard the voice.

He staggered to his feet, looked at Harry and opened his mouth with a complicated look in his eyes.

Finally he said, "You beat me, but you can't beat Slytherin."

According to the law of conservation of energy, the smile will not disappear, it will only be transferred to someone else's face.

In the Slytherin stands, the cheers were deafening.