I'm the king of the roll at Hogwarts

Chapter 195 A critical moment

After Gryffindor scored, Marcus stretched out his arm to signal the attack to revolve around him. He first passed the ball to Graham, and then continued to move forward quickly, trying to replicate Gryffindor's attack just now.

Unfortunately, Angelina appeared in front of him in time and intercepted the Quaffle that Graham tried to pass to Cassius.

"Beautiful! Angelina showed the qualities that a top player should have. She appeared in the passing line in time and intercepted the Quaffle." Lee Jordan shouted happily: "GO! GO! Gryffindor!"

"I think commentators shouldn't be biased." Ron quickly said, "Slytherin's pass was very clever, but it was a pity that they ran into Angelina, who was more skilled. I can't imagine what would have happened if the pass had been successful."

When Angelina attacked, the Bludger whizzed towards her again, but George was faster and hit the Bludger away before it hit Angelina.

"Boo-Yaa!" George yelled, and made a canopy over his forehead with his hands.

Angelina held the Quaffle under her left arm and put her right hand behind her as she gave George a thumbs-up.

She rushed left and right, and with a spiral acceleration got rid of Graham who was chasing her. When facing Slytherin goalkeeper Bletchley, she did not panic at all. She first used a fake move to trick her into attacking, and then threw the ball lightly upwards and stuffed it into the middle of the circle in the middle.

"Beautiful! The ball goes in! Gryffindor wins another goal!" Lee Jordan shouted excitedly.

Celebrating with Lee Jordan were the other three houses, forming a sea of ​​several colors in the stands. Everyone was celebrating enthusiastically. Only the Slytherin students had sullen faces, as if someone owed them hundreds of gold Galleons.

It hurts, it hurts so much. What the hell is this Quidditch game Slytherin is playing today?

Louis threw the pistachio in his hand and shouted angrily: "What are you fighting for! Miles! How can you be a goalkeeper! Believe it or not, I will send you to Siberia to harvest wheat!"

Looking back, he saw that Catherine had put her hands to her mouth and her green eyes were staring straight at Angelina. He quickly held Catherine down and whispered to her in confusion, "No confusing spells! This is a competition!"

Catherine looked left and right, and said in a low voice: "No one will find out."

"No! I said no and it means no!" Louis acted like a patriarch and held Catherine's hand to prevent her from doing anything tricky.

"Okay..." Katherine pouted cutely and continued to look at the competition venue.

Li Jordan was still explaining passionately: "Angelina scored one goal and made one assist. She is a very outstanding player. We saw Professor McGonagall, who is over 80 years old, sitting here. Looking over there with deep affection, her eyes were filled with the shadow of herself when she was 17 years old..."

Before he could finish his words, Professor No-Meow-Meow punched him on the head.

"You can catch up with the wind, but you can't catch up with the time." Ron was also enjoying the joke, not noticing that Professor McGonagall was about to tickle his face.

Marcus didn't say anything about this goal. He just called the players together and shouted, "Three, two, one, come on!"

"come on!"

Slytherin launched another attack, but this time was different from the past. Marcus made a circle, as if using his superb skills to get rid of his opponent's blockade, but the effect was not very ideal. Angelina's skills were obviously much stronger than his, and she was about to catch up with him.

Marcus turned around and grinned, then threw the Quaffle to Cassius in the distance.

Cassius took the ball, squeezed his legs together and began to speed up the broom. Katie behind him wanted to intercept it, but she saw the Bludger whizzing along her flight path. She had to stop flying and dodge the Bludger.

It's better to choose the lesser of two evils and let Cassius fly over than to be hit by a Bludger.

Trust Wood!

Wood lived up to everyone's expectations. With the cooperation of Cassius and Graham's passes from left to right, he was not at all flustered and steadily caught the Quaffle that was shot towards the Gryffindor goal.

"Damn it, this Wood..." Marcus stared at Wood with gritted teeth. If Louis hadn't told him not to play dirty before the game, Wood would have been lying in Madam Pomfrey's school infirmary.

It must be said that Wood has the aura of young Buffon. Even though Buffon has not made his debut yet, according to historical trajectory, he should join Parma Football Club as the third substitute goalkeeper next year.

Of course, this is getting off topic. Wood's goalkeeping skills are among the best. Even Ron, who is in the sixth grade, is slightly inferior to him.

At this time, Wood threw the Quaffle with force, and Gryffindor's ladies' tridents came out in full force, attacking Slytherin's main camp in a V-shape. With exquisite passing, Katie threw the ball into the circle on the right, and Gryffindor won another goal, and the advantage on the field had already been 30 to zero.

"According to Shakespeare's opera, passing the ball more often can effectively increase the chance of scoring a goal. I think the Gryffindor players must have seen this, so they spared no effort to put it into practice. Well done, girls. Gryffindor scored another goal!"

Black Jordan's big teeth sparkled in the sunlight.

Seeing that Gryffindor was already leading by three goals, Harry did several somersaults in the air. It seemed that Gryffindor had already won the game. The only thing he needed to do now was to catch the damn Golden Snitch as soon as possible and end the game early.

But he squinted his eyes and looked around, but couldn't find the damn golden snitch.

Where did you run to?
The situation on the field suddenly changed. Slytherin's batsman Derek's bat slipped out of his hand and hit the flying Bludger. At the same time, the bat bounced back and hit Katie's broom.

Katie screamed and fell to the ground in a spin.

Madam Hooch blew the whistle quickly, signaling a pause in the game as someone had committed a foul.

"It seems that the Slytherin players relapsed and could not help but use tactical fouls. Oh, no, Madam Hooch awarded a free kick in the front field, which was kicked into the goal from 15 yards away from the goal. Well, such an accurate penalty, I wonder if Madam Hooch brought a microscope."

Li Jordan kept explaining, not giving Ron any chance to interrupt.

"Fake fall! This is a fake fall!" Louis saw it clearly in the stands. The bat only scraped Katie's broom. The scream was completely faked by Katie - unless a broom can also make a scream. What should I say? It's really worthy of being a ball game in the UK. This diving, maybe Ronaldinho learned it from her?

There is a joke in later generations asking what the British people’s favorite sport is?
Answer: Diving.

At this time, Katie was already riding her broom to the penalty spot, ready to shoot towards Slytherin's goal.

"Life is like the traditional Arabic three cups of tea. The first cup is as bitter as life, the second cup is as sweet as love, and the third cup is as light as the breeze." Li Jordan narrated seriously: "Let's see the effect of Katie's free throw. She chose to shoot directly - beautiful, the ball went into the ring from the left side of the goal, Gryffindor scored another goal, and Katie also completed a hat trick in this game!"

"Her performance in this game was remarkable. Her offense put a lot of pressure on Slytherin." Ron looked at the seniors who were still celebrating in circles in the distance with a dazed look in his eyes, and said with a smile, "What an excellent performance, what an outstanding player."

With high morale, Gryffindor has completely suppressed Slytherin on the field, and now the situation on the field seems to be one-sided, reaching seventy to zero.

Now it was Marcus who had the ball. He made a spun around to get rid of Katie behind him, his eyes fixed on Gryffindor's goal. The score was seventy to zero. Slytherin had never been so suppressed against Gryffindor before. All he could think about now was scoring a goal to wash away the shame.

The Bludger came towards him with a sound of wind, and the batsman Derek appeared at the right position at a crucial moment, and hit the Bludger towards Wood with a horizontal shot.

This is an action allowed by the rules.

Taking advantage of Wood's dodge, Marcus knew the time had come, and he threw hard -

"Oh... Marcus, he was too impatient." Ron gloated and joked: "His shot went into the sky, rushed into space, and flew into the universe!"

"I can only say that his whole heart may be tied to the universe, otherwise it would be impossible for him to fire a shot into space." Li Qiaodan also gloated and joked.

The ball returned to Gryffindor, and with the cooperation of the trident, the score came to eighty to zero.

But soon, the ten points were deducted.

The reason was that Graham from Slytherin was a little anxious, so he pulled Angelina's clothes with his hand. This got George into trouble. He elbowed Graham in the face with his elbow. Madam Hooch came over quickly with the whistle, not only deducting Gryffindor's points, but also giving George a verbal warning.

"I hope this penalty won't affect Weasley No. 1's enthusiasm for the game." Li Jordan, whose team was now far ahead, had long lost his bias. He gritted his teeth and commented gloatingly, "Generally speaking, the dirtier ones in a game are the Slytherins, but today it was the other way around. The Slytherins actually played in a civilized manner, but we Gryffindors got dirty."

"Why is this happening? Is this a distortion of human nature or a decline in morality?" Ron did not forget to help his brother. They can be said to be good brothers.

At the same time, Harry also discovered the Golden Snitch. Now he has a huge advantage on the field. He wants to catch the Golden Snitch quickly so as to end the game quickly.

In this way, the winner today is Gryffindor.

He quickly accelerated and rushed towards the Golden Snitch. Of course, the Golden Snitch would not sit still and wait for death. It lifted itself up slightly and got rid of Harry's pursuit.

The Bludger flew towards him quickly, it was the Slytherin Beater who had attacked. Harry quickly pulled up his broom and climbed up quickly, trying to shake off the Bludger.

Elizabeth, who was standing by, of course also noticed Harry's movements. Following the direction he was chasing, she also found the Golden Snitch, flying brightly in front of her, emitting an extremely attractive light.

At this time, the superiority of the Firebolt was reflected. She accelerated from zero to more than two hundred yards in two seconds and quickly rushed towards the still flying Golden Snitch.

Slytherin knew that the only chance of a comeback depended on Elizabeth, but now the beater was far away from her, and the Bludger turned and attacked her. Just when everyone was anxious, they found that Elizabeth slightly lowered her waist, and the Bludger brushed past her back.

"Elizabeth doesn't look like a freshman who has just started flying broomsticks. Her movements are very skillful." Lee Jordan commented pertinently: "I think she is a talented player. The last time I saw such a talented flying athlete was the last time."

Good man, nonsense literature made him understand what it is.

"The last time was probably two years ago. I still remember when Harry Potter participated in his first Quidditch match and became the savior of Gryffindor." Ron did not forget to help his good brother and quickly made up for Lee Jordan.

The Slytherin players stared at Elizabeth, having forgotten that they were still behind in the score. The absent-minded goalkeeper Bletchley was hit in the abdomen by a Bludger hit by George, and fell to the ground without even a scream.

"You're so hot!" Ron exclaimed loudly: "Weasley player number one, your goal almost tore the Slytherin goalkeeper's clothes apart..."

This kind of behavior is really like pulling out Angelababy's teeth. Baby has no teeth. Even Professor McGonagall can't stand it.

Slytherin, who had lost its goalkeeper, was attacked violently and fiercely. In nine minutes, Katie scored five goals in a row.

One hundred and twenty to zero, the mood of the students in Slytherin House has sunk to the bottom.

There was no hope. With such a huge score difference, how could they turn the tables? Moreover, the opponent's Seeker, Harry, was also a talented Quidditch Seeker. How could a novice like Elizabeth possibly take the Golden Snitch from him?

The other three houses thought the same, and they had already started celebrating in advance. At the Gryffindor seat, Hermione even took out a bottle of champagne, shook it open with a "bang", and began distributing champagne to the Gryffindor students one by one to celebrate their victory.

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

After all, Elizabeth's Firebolt was much more powerful than the Nimbus 2000, and her acceleration in a straight line had completely surpassed Harry's. However, due to her younger age and shorter arms, she was unable to reach the Golden Snitch which was a little above her.

The Snitch was buzzing just above her, but she couldn't catch it.

The Slytherin students had sharp eyes and spotted Elizabeth, who was chasing the Golden Snitch ahead of Harry. But Lee Jordan's voice also rang out: "Angelina, she threw the ball into the ring, Gryffindor scored! Now it's one hundred and forty to zero!"

(End of this chapter)