I swung a sword at Hogwarts

Behind him was a vast sea of ​​green and silver people, with emerald snakes swimming around and spitting out their tongues.

The pressure was on Harry.

He watched there, said "Come on" to the players, and then walked over.

Madam Hooch said, "The captains of both teams shook hands."

John chuckled and said, "I didn't expect to meet in such a situation."

He held out his hand and Harry shook it, but his palm was a little wet.

Harry quickly cheered up and comforted himself: "It's okay, this is Quidditch."

Yes.

Quidditch.

I am the captain of Gryffindor.

Quidditch is not something that can be played by just anyone.

As he said this, he regained his confidence.

Even Malfoy had never beaten him, not to mention that John never participated in Quidditch.

"Get on your brooms and listen to my whistle," Madam Hooch began to count down, "three... two... one..."

Harry concentrated, and when the whistle sounded, both teams pushed hard at the same time and rose into the air.

John arrived in the air first, and the Firebolt, which had an uncontrollable speed, seemed to become as docile as a sheep in his hands.

He glanced around and saw that the Slytherin team had the ball first.

On the commentary stand was Ernie McMillan.

This famous Hufflepuff gossip kicked Zacharias Smith away when he heard that John was coming to compete.

"They set off. No one could have imagined that the captain of Slytherin would be replaced at the last minute, and no one could have imagined that John would appear in this venue."

Ernie was still talking when he suddenly said excitedly, "Slytherin's Urquhart got the ball first. Be careful, it's a Bludger!"

A Bludger was hit by Goyle's stick and flew over Ron's head.

Two tall men were riding on broomsticks, grinning at Ron.

Urquhart was a Chaser with excellent flying skills, and the Trident tactic was launched at this moment.

Ginny quickly turned her broom around and chased after him. Urquhart grinned and passed the ball to Astoria.

"Stop her!" McLaggen shouted orders to Ron like a captain.

"Shut up!" Ron replied angrily, controlling the broom to grab Astoria's ball.

Astoria pressed down on the broom, increasing her speed so that Ron's hand was always just a hair's breadth away.

"It's in, it's in! Slytherin takes the lead, Astoria Greengrass breaks through the Gryffindor gate!"

Harry was looking for the Golden Snitch, and looked over hastily when he heard this.

McLaggen loudly accused Ron of not holding the other party back.

He prayed that Ron would not be angry and hurried on to look for the Snitch.

But the situation is very pessimistic.

Although Ginny was an excellent Chaser and helped Gryffindor recover some of its losses, the Trident was still ineffective.

Urquhart passed the ball to the third Chaser, Vasai, who was being chased by Demelza. He accelerated and pulled away, lobbed the ball under McLaggen's legs.

"Another goal, the score is now 120:50!" Ernie shouted excitedly, causing Professor McGonagall to poke his armpit in dissatisfaction.

The familiar song rang out from the Slytherin audience.

"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."

Harry's pressure doubled, he knew that only he could turn the tide of the battle.

Batsman Perks hit a bludger towards Astoria who was holding the ball. Astoria quickly turned her head to avoid it, and her windproof glasses were scratched.

Astoria lost her grip on the ball and Ginny snatched it away.

She quickly caught up with him.

"Now it's Ginny Weasley holding the ball. Oh, this beautiful girl. Not only Ginny, Astoria Greengrass is also a beauty..."

"Even the chase is so pleasing to the eye. What? Draco Malfoy said he wanted to kill me?" Ernie was giving a passionate commentary when he received a death threat from Malfoy.

Ginny scores a goal, much to Astoria's dismay.

Goyle and Crabbe laughed grimly upon seeing this.

"Give her a Bludger!"

"it is good!"

Crabbe knocked away Gryffindor Beater Gutt who was about to bat and swung the bat hard.

The bludger flew towards Demelza's nose, almost causing him to fall off his broom.

Goyle swung at the same time, and the Bludger went through Ginny's hair and hit Ron's arm.

Ernie: "Shh, that must have hurt. Ron is staggering. He looks like he's dying."

Ron's arm might be broken, he was sweating and gritting his teeth.

John saw that the competition below was becoming increasingly tense, and his originally leisurely flight began to slowly speed up.

It was his first time participating in a Quidditch match, which made him feel somewhat interested in playing.

"Try that one." John's eyes flashed.

He suddenly sped up and rushed out like a green arrow.

Ernie noticed this and shouted excitedly, "John moved. Did he find the Snitch?"

Harry was shocked when he heard that, and without caring about anything else, he followed John out.

Under the clear blue sky, two figures, one green and one red, were speeding along.

The two people's figures continued to rise.

John caught a glimpse of Harry catching up with him from the corner of his eye, with a relaxed smile on his face.

Accustomed to the flying speed of the Meteor Shoes, he could easily master the speed of the Fire Crossbow.

When Harry gradually doubted the authenticity of John's discovery of the thief, he saw John use an extremely exaggerated bending motion to make the Firebolt draw an arc and turn around.

"I've been cheated!" Harry immediately realized that he had been cheated.

He was about to turn, but because he was flying too high, a gust of wind almost made him lose control.

After finally stabilizing himself, John pulled him away by a large distance.

John fell vertically, his speed never slowing down.

"John is out of control? No, it's not! It's the Golden Snitch!" Ernie's excited voice echoed in the stadium.

Harry used his amazing dynamic vision to catch the flash of gold below.

Near the Gryffindor goal.

He quickly accelerated to catch up.

The gap between them made him miss the opportunity and he could only catch up by relying on speed.

Everyone's eyes were focused on the two of them, and John's vertical angle was frightening.

Like a dropped arrow, the wind was cut in two.

John closed his right eye and turned into a gust of wind passing by the Gryffindor goal.

The noise gradually quieted down, and John stretched out his hand before touching the ground. The Golden Snitch flew through his hand and was about to escape.

His hand turned into a poisonous snake and bit the Golden Snitch with precision.

Just as the Firebolt was about to hit the ground, he adjusted himself and jumped lightly.

The moment he landed, he kicked the Firebolt ninety degrees, making it fly level, and landed steadily on it again.

He completed the almost bizarre operation smoothly and easily opened his hand to catch the thief.

The golden snitch soared into his palm and was caught again.

Time seemed to be frozen, and everyone was shocked by what John had just done.

John stood on the Firebolt, opened his arms to the wind, and chuckled, "Now, you can cheer."

The tension that was holding my breath was all released at this moment.

Even the audience stands were shaking, showing their excitement.

In the Slytherin stands, the song of glory of becoming a Slytherin started to sound.

Green fireworks exploded and everyone cheered.

Ernie came back to his senses and shouted in a shocked and incredible tone: "John caught the Snitch and killed the game. I can't believe it. At that angle, he was unharmed--!"

"No mess, no mud, he is elegant and self-possessed, always maintaining the demeanor of a king! John Wick——!"

The speed of the Firebolt slowed down slowly, and John stepped on the Firebolt in the air with his arms open, with a sea of ​​green and silver people behind him.

Green fireworks and ribbons flew, Luna's scarf hissed, and a loud noise shook the stands.

"Glory to Slytherin—!"

Harry stopped flying and slowly landed with the Gryffindor team members.

They looked up on the earth toward the man in the sky, just as subjects look up to their king.

The score is set.

310:120

Yes, glory to Slytherin.

John Wick tells everyone with his actions.

I am the glory.

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Chapter 447 Vampires at the Banquet

No one could guess why John could fly so well.

The Gryffindors returned to the locker room, their heads hanging in dejection.

Ron said blankly: "It shouldn't be like this, why is it like this?"

At this time, he still thought that he had drunk the lucky elixir and everything should go well.

Or was Slughorn's Felicity Potion simply a failure?

Hermione suddenly rushed in with the Gryffindor scarf in her hand, and she didn't know what to say to comfort her.

Losing to Slytherin would be frustrating, but losing to John seemed so reasonable.

She stepped forward hesitantly and said, "Harry, Ron, are you all right?"

"No!" Ron said chokingly, "What, are you here to expose us? Or laugh at us? We can't win even with the Felicity Potion."

He was irritable, he was always irritable.