I swung a sword at Hogwarts

Brutal group fights became acts of justice here, and the Protoss let out childish roars.

A star spirit roared, turned into a divine guard, picked up a chair and was about to smash it down.

"No no no, calm down, calm down."

"That's a bit too much."

“Stay sane.”

The Protoss stopped the irritable Protoss in time.

Shenwei scratched his head, feeling that this is not right.

Transform back into a Protoss and join the fight against the little dragon.

Xiaolong found an opportunity to escape and rushed down in one step.

...

The much-anticipated traditional drama of Slytherin versus Gryffindor is about to take place.

In the hall, Malfoy gave Harry a thumbs up and then slowly stroked his neck.

Harry glared back at him.

Ron held Harry's shoulders and whispered, "Don't fall for it."

Harry suppressed his anger.

Hermione came over to cheer them on. Lavender walked over to Ron and said, "Come on, Ron."

With that, Lavender shyly walked away.

Dean said to Ron, "Your spring has come."

Ron was a little confused, but this feeling... seemed pretty good.

He grinned stupidly.

It's game time.

The two parties headed to the Quidditch pitch.

As they walked out of the hall, the big men Goyle and Crabbe nudged the Gryffindor players.

This time it was Harry's turn to hold Ginny down and say, "Don't fall for it, we'll decide the outcome on the court."

Having said that, Ginny's expression still looked like she wanted to give the big guy a pure crushing curse.

Malfoy said with an arrogant step: "Get ready to cry to your godfather, Pott!"

Harry's fists stiffened.

...

Chapter 630: The final battle, let's put an end to it

In the Slytherin locker room.

Malfoy gave his final lecture.

Originally the team members thought it would be the familiar 'You bastards made life difficult for me, so I will make life difficult for you in the future', but the result was not like that.

"I admit I can be pretty harsh these days."

For the first time ever, Malfoy actually said something bad about himself.

"For my own selfish desires, I made you undergo the most arduous training, even to the extent that the training level has exceeded the range that students should endure."

Malfoy looked at his teammates and said sincerely: "I want to say thank you here."

"Thank you all. Quidditch is never a one-man game. Even the most powerful Seeker needs teammates."

"Besides, I'm not a strong Seeker."

"In a match between me and Potter, the winner is always Harry Potter."

"Excellent teammates are the reason why Slytherin wins."

His words silenced the Slytherin.

Crabbe couldn't help but say, "If it weren't for you, we wouldn't have such technology, Draco."

"No," Malfoy said with a deep sigh, "it's your efforts."

"You work harder than we do!" Gore said. "You're the first one to arrive at the court and always the last one to leave."

"We all know that you are doing this for our own good."

"Really? Do you think so too?" Malfoy asked in surprise.

The team members nodded firmly, and Gore said: "We know the captain's good intentions. No matter what the result is, you are the most successful captain!"

"Okay, okay!" Malfoy nodded with relief.

"Then why don't you put on your clothes quickly, you bastards. If I'm tied to the pillar of shame, none of you will have a good life!"

The true face is revealed when the truth is revealed. The sensationalism at the beginning is just for the ugly face at the end.

Malfoy grinned and said, "This is the last game. Whoever makes me unhappy, I will make him unhappy too."

Familiar taste, familiar recipe.

"Put on your jerseys and walk out on the field. We are Slytherin."

Malfoy said arrogantly: "Victory is our treasure, we must get it by any means!"

...

Gryffindor locker room.

Harry also gave his final lecture.

"We just need to play well in this last game and do our best."

Harry encouraged them: "We have pushed them into a desperate situation countless times. This time is different. We will win."

"In the name of Gryffindor, we will overthrow the throne and become the new champions!"

"For Gryffindor!"

The morale in the Gryffindor locker room was boosted.

This year's Gryffindors are different, they are more mature.

They had the best Chaser and the best Seeker, and victory was in their hands.

Ron has been in great form this year and he was moved to the goalkeeping position, making a huge contribution to Gryffindor's win.

New member Dean takes over the Chaser position and works well with the ex-girlfriend.

"We have all the factors to win, how could we lose to Slytherin!"

Harry listened to the outside calling for the team to enter the field. He took a deep breath, glanced at his teammates, and said firmly: "Let us walk out of the field without regrets!"

The Gryffindor players nodded seriously.

amid cheers.

Red and green appear.

There was a constant stream of noisy cheers from the audience.

"The first team to come out was the Gryffindor team. Their captain, Harry Potter, had a determined look in his eyes. This was the final battle and the end of a fateful battle."

Ernie MacMillan passionately opens the mic.

"Slytherin is out. Their captain is Draco Malfoy. Well, this year is also his last battle. According to reliable gossip, this man has subjected his team members to inhumane training many times. Every member of the team has been admitted to the school hospital. He is simply inhumane."

Malfoy was enjoying the cheers, but when he heard this, he immediately gave Ernie a murderous look.

"Nonsense," Malfoy cursed, "My Atto has never been there!"

Goyle and Crabbe, the two followers, were silent.

Not only them, but Slytherin was silent as well.

Well, all of them except Astoria.

But what are you proud of?

Ms. Huo Qi was still the referee, and the captains of both teams shook hands.

Malfoy tried secretly, and so did Harry.

The two people held hands, as if they were going to be together forever.

Madam Huo Qi was speechless and asked the two to let go of each other's hands.

"Game start!"

The Seekers on both sides immediately flew to a high and suitable position to look for the Golden Snitch.

"Astoria got the ball first. She controlled the Firebolt and headed straight for the Gryffindor goal. This beautiful girl... What! Ginny Weasley appeared and stole the ball from Astoria!"

The game was intense from the start.

Astoria took the lead in grabbing the ball, but Ginny appeared out of nowhere and stole the Quaffle from her arms.

Astoria reacted immediately and turned around to grab the ball. Two fast figures collided and fought for the ball in the air.

"Oh my god, Astoria got the ball, oh no, she didn't, Ginny passed it, Dean Thomas caught it, where's the Bludger, Dean got hit! The ball changed hands again!"

The two sides passed the ball back and forth. Harry just saw Ginny get the ball and smiled when he saw the ball change hands.

Goyle and Crabbe, two Bludger experts, hit the ball at Ginny, but she dodged it.

But Astoria still bought time, accelerated with the ball, used a fake move to confuse Ron, and shot the ball into the lower right corner of the goal.

"Slytherin takes the first points!!!"

Ernie yelled so excitedly that his throat hurt.

The fierce battle back and forth was unprecedentedly intense, and everyone could smell how exciting this game was.

Malfoy showed a proud smile, "My Atuo is the best."

Harry immediately retorted: "Nonsense, Ginny is the best."

The two looked at each other, and intense sparks flew between their eyes.

Soon the two of them started arguing over who was the best.

Ginny made a quick attack and cooperated with Dean to break through the Slytherin gate.

"Beautiful! I love this red-haired girl, her pitching is like art!"

Ernie pounded the table excitedly, and Professor McGonagall behind him could hardly suppress her smile, she was so happy.

The cheers were almost deafening. John was in the Slytherin seat and saw Luna, who was wearing a snake scarf and a lion hat, cheering for Slytherin and Gryffindor at the same time.

"I bet this is definitely the most exciting game in Hogwarts' 100 years!" Ernie said passionately, "Is Slytherin going to have their 13th consecutive win?"

"Or will the roaring lion be the one to topple the throne?"

"This is not a game, this is a fateful duel!"

The game on the field was tense and exciting.

Astoria's speed, Ginny's skill.

Gore and Crabbe's Bludger bombardment.

Ron formed an iron wall and stood firm.

The score was always close, with the difference never exceeding 20 points, and the advantage and disadvantage were even reversed at one point.

The only thing that determines victory or defeat is the golden snitch.

He who gets the Golden Snitch gets the world.

The captains and seekers of both teams were searching the sky with sharp eyes.

"Potter," Malfoy challenged Harry, "let's call this a day."