Hogwarts: Harry Returns from Azeroth

Chapter 124 123. Equally matched opponents

The moment the whistle blew, Troy Ryan rushed up suddenly, and he accelerated very quickly. The professional Quidditch teams naturally used the best brooms. It was impossible for him to be the only one among the four house teams riding the fastest and newest broom like when Harry was in Hogwarts.

In other words, there were fourteen Nimbus 2000s flying in the sky at the moment. The same broomsticks made everyone's speed at the same level, which at least prevented Harry from suppressing others with pure speed - in fact, this was also the reason why the fans were not optimistic about Harry.

After all, once you leave school and get involved in a career, everything will be different.

"...Troy Ryan grabbed the Quaffle! But was that really a steal?! He just used his body to hit it, let's see what the referee says? - Okay, it was a legitimate collision." Ruhl quickly explained the situation on the field, "Wait, this was a pass?!"

It was indeed a pass, and Ryan rushed forward the moment the referee threw the Quaffle, but unlike usual, his goal was not to grab the ball, but to prevent the chaser of the Ballycastle Bats from touching it.

With a reasonable collision, Ryan forced away the opponent who was also rushing towards the Quaffle, and threw the ball fiercely downwards, where someone was already waiting - it was Harry!

Harry took the ball and dived down directly. The angle of his dive was so large that everyone exclaimed. In the blink of an eye, he was flying close to the grass. The tail of the Nimbus 2000 bent the lush grass. Two chasers from the Ballycastle Bats, Declan Flynn and Marlette Gallagher, had caught up with him.

After all, they are not students from the Hogwarts house team. These professional players are difficult to get rid of, especially when the performance of the brooms of both sides is the same.

But Harry was at a very delicate altitude, and his flight close to the ground prevented the two chasers from the Ballycastle Bats from snatching the ball from below. As for the one on the left and the one on the right - Harry was tumbling, he was tumbling like a top, and unless Flynn and Gallagher intended to commit a foul at the start of the game, there was no way they could snatch the ball.

And fouling a twelve-year-old boy at the beginning... Flynn and Gallagher really couldn't do such a thing, and even if they did, they would probably be booed by the fans.

It’s not worth it…at least not yet.

With books, it's long; without books, it's short. With the speed of Nimbus 2000, all this happened in just a few breaths. Harry suddenly pulled up the broom handle and began to rise - rise - and throw the ball!
The Ballycastle batsman had only time to raise his bat before the Quaffle brushed past keeper McKean's ear and crashed into the right circle.

"Kenmare Falcons 10-0!!" Ludo's voice was almost drowned out by the thunderous stomping of feet. "The twelve-year-old Potter scored his first goal. His arms are so powerful!!"

Not only Ludo Bagman discovered this, several people from the Ballycastle Bat Team also immediately noticed the peculiarity of Harry's strength - the ball he threw was so fast that it didn't seem like the strength a child of his age should have.

Just like an adult.

Liam McKean, the goalkeeper of the Ballycastle Bats, kicked off the match. The whizzing sound of the broomsticks flying through the sky excited the hearts of the audience, and the Quaffle was snatched away at such a high speed that it caused a low cheer from time to time.

Harry was being trapped, three Chasers from the Ballycastle Bats team sandwiched him in the middle as he was holding the ball, forcing him to move the ball closer to his abdomen with one hand to avoid Flynn's outstretched hand.

"Look out, Harry!" Kenmare Kestrel batsman Quigley Kelly shouted. "Two Bludgers!!"

Harry only had time to glance back before he saw two Bludgers whizzing towards him and colliding fiercely with each other, sending sparks flying.

Without a doubt, this was the tactic of the Ballycastle Bats. The three Chasers trapped Harry in the middle so that he could not move freely, waiting for the two Beaters to whip the Bludger over. The previous move to snatch the Quaffle was just a cover-up. Compared with simply snatching the ball, they wanted to send Harry off the field directly! !

"So vicious!! The bat has bared its fangs!! Player Potter should be careful!" Ludo was so excited that he stood up from the commentary desk and shouted, "Oh my god! Look! Player Potter is as agile as a monkey!! He dodged it! The two Bludgers didn't hurt anything!!"

At the moment before being hit by two Bludgers, Harry had to give up the Quaffle in his hand and choose to dodge - even if it was his body, he would be seriously injured if he took the two high-speed flying iron balls.

With both hands on the broomstick, Harry hung upside down on his broomstick, and the two Bludgers passed through his body and knocked each other forward. Kate McCarthy, the Kenmare Kestrel's Beater, also arrived. He swung his bat hard and hit one of the Bludgers towards the opponent's Seeker Moran O'Connor, trying to free Harry.

But to be honest, it was a little late to rescue the situation at this time. When Harry had to let go of the Quaffle in order to avoid the Bludger, several Seekers from the Ballycastle Bats had already turned their brooms around and rushed towards the Quaffle, while Harry used his arms to throw himself back onto the broom.

"Smart choice, kid." Connolly Burn, the batsman of the Ballycastle Bats Team, held the bat in one hand and wiped his nose with the other hand, then sneered at Harry: "Otherwise you should be lying on the grass crying now - the Hogwarts baby should go home and drink milk, haha!"

After taking a look at the burly man, Harry didn't argue, but swung his broom and rushed towards the Bludger again.

"Tsk, so calm?" Seeing that Harry didn't even say a harsh word to him, Connolly Byrne couldn't help but grin, then he also started his broom and rushed towards the battlefield.

It was just a crude provocation. It was impossible to make Harry lose his mind with such a provocation. He had seen a lot in his battles - it would be almost the same if Connolly Byrne was replaced by a centaur riding a broom and said the same thing.

Otherwise it’s simply not strong enough.

The style of the Ballycastle Bats is very fierce. Their fighting style is to carry out fierce suppression like a storm without stopping. As long as they can seize the opportunity, they will not hesitate even if it means committing a foul.

Harry felt that this team was somewhat like a high-end version of the Slytherin team. Their high-endness lay in that even if they violated the rules, the audience would not feel despicable or disgusted. This maintained the team's image to a great extent. Many fans even liked the Ballycastle Bats' domineering style of play and hoped that they would keep up the good work.

And this is exactly the element that the Slytherin team lacks. They only make the other three houses feel disgusted, but they will never learn what a legitimate foul is - this term is a term unique to the sport of Quidditch. If there is no foul and blood in a game, wizards will feel that it is not interesting enough and not authentic enough.

Well, Harry found it quite magical.

Beep——! !

"The referee blew the whistle! It's a foul!" Ludo's voice rang out angrily, "The batsman of the Ballycastle Bats team hit the seeker Connor Dover of the Kenmare Kestrel team with his bat and almost knocked him off his broom!"

"Damn it! I bet Connor Dover definitely saw the Golden Snitch just now. He's already started sprinting!" Ruhr slammed the commentary table hard, and as he spoke, the fans of the Ballycastle Bats burst into thunderous cheers.

"Yes, it was indeed a foul," Ludo continued, "but we have to admit that the Ballycastle Bats really needed this foul. After all, the current score is 210 to 50, and the Kenmare Falcons are leading. If Connor Dover catches the Golden Snitch at this time, then they will lose."

"Anyway, the Kenmare Red Falcons got a free throw," Luer sighed deeply, "What a pity... Oh, I don't mean it's a pity about the free throw, I mean the game was almost over just now - good, this free throw went in again, is this really the arm strength of a twelve-year-old boy?" Luer's voice was full of disbelief.

"Maybe... this is genius, right?" Ludo shrugged and continued, "If you pay close attention to the composition of the Kenmare Red Falcons' score of 210 points, then Potter is far ahead in the number of goals scored. At least 130 points were scored directly by him."

Ludo's words caused exclamations among the fans in the stands. They had indeed seen Harry score goals again and again, but they did not expect that the boy had scored so many goals without realizing it.

The game in the sky was still going on. The Ballycastle Bats seemed to have changed their tactics and strategy and started to make long passes. The Quaffle was passed back and forth between the three seekers and in the blink of an eye it was approaching the goal of the Kenmare Kestrel Team.

With his eyes fixed on the movement of the Quaffle, Calant O'Hare crossed his arms in front of his chest, ready to strike.

"Pass to Gallagher - oh? A short pass, now Flynn has the ball - it's given to Gallagher again - and suddenly it's handed to O'Connor! Oh my God! This ball is so daring - O'Connor breaks through!! The ball goes in!! Ballycastle Bats Bats get ten points!!"

After spitting, Calant held the Quaffle with an unhappy look on his face and threw it into Harry's hands with a long pass.

"Tactic B! Harry!!" shouted Calant.

There was no answer, but several members of the Kenmare Red Falcons team had already received the order from the captain. Harry, holding the Quaffle in his arms, began to charge at high speed. His thin body moved nimbly among a group of adult players on his broom, but the members of the Ballycastle Bats team kept a close eye on them.

Harry's speed and breakthrough ability forced several players from the Ballycastle Bats to shrink their formation to defend. He even made two fake moves of hanging upside down broom to deceive people, pretending that he was going to pass the ball like he did the first time he was trapped - just like passing.

"You cunning boy!" Marlette Gallagher couldn't help but yell.

The Quidditch pitch was indeed large, but the speed of the broomsticks was getting faster and faster. In just a few breaths, Harry had arrived in front of the goal of the Ballycastle Bats. In the process, he even rolled at high speed to avoid the attack of a Bludger, as if he had a pair of eyes on the back of his head, which made the fans scream with excitement.

Ballycastle Bats goalkeeper Liam McKean had already been paying extremely close attention as he watched his players double-team the twelve-year-old. Flynn had even moved in front and shot a Bludger from the front straight at the child.

The speed is very fast! Life——slow down and turn around? ! !
Harry pulled his broom handle hard, even to an angle of nearly 180 degrees, and his speed suddenly slowed down. He slid forward by inertia - this was a very dangerous move. If the player did not have enough control over his broom, he would be thrown out in an instant and fall on the stands or grass at a very high speed.

Once such an accident happens, a broken arm or leg is the least serious consequence. In previous games, there have even been players who broke their necks and died on the spot.

Magic and potions can't save the dead.

"How crazy!!!" Ludo roared again, slapping the table with his hands. "I dare say that even many famous Quidditch stars dare not do such a crazy move, but player Potter not only did it, he succeeded!!"

"The most important thing is the effect! The defensive formation of the Ballycastle Bats was forced to shrink due to Harry's extremely fast charge. After completing such a deceleration and rotation, Harry passed the ball directly to Ronan Caesar who had already arrived at the wing! An easy goal! McKean didn't even have time to defend! Ahaha!!"

There were waves of cheers from the stands where the fans of Kenmare Red Kestrels were standing. They stretched out their arms and waved them excitedly, so much so that when Harry looked from high above, it seemed as if the stands were surging with waves.

As the mascots of the Kenmare Red Kestle team, the leprechauns once again scattered a large number of gold coins to liven up the atmosphere - fortunately these gold coins were created by magic, otherwise the club's income from one game might not be enough to cover the gold coins scattered by these leprechauns.

At this point in the game, both the fans of Kenmare Kestrel and the fans of Ballycastle Bats have acknowledged one fact - that is, it was not a mistake for Kenmare Kestrel to make an exception and introduce Harry Potter.

Not like an ordinary twelve-year-old boy at all, Harry Potter possesses the strength that matches his fame, and this cannot be changed whether he wins or loses this game.

When Harry once again smashed the ball into the Ballycastle Bats' goal, the Kenmare Kestrel fans began to chant his name in unison - Harry Potter! Harry Potter! Harry Potter! !

The sudden stop and turn that even risked his own life just now almost conquered the hearts of all the fans present. They love to watch this, it is thrilling, exciting, and most importantly, it is something that no one else can do.

Sometimes becoming famous on the Quidditch field is as simple as this - one unforgettable move that will be remembered by everyone.

Just as Darren O'Hare had always believed after watching the intra-school match at Hogwarts and signing Harry against all odds, with just one match, Harry would be able to clear his name and shut up those who made sarcastic remarks and were pessimistic about him.

The game continued, and what surprised everyone on the Ballycastle Bats team was that even after so many intense moves and pitching, the boy still had plenty of energy - it was as if he had endless strength, and his passing and pitching were always powerful.

No, this is really a twelve year old kid??!
This alone exceeded the pre-match predictions of the Ballycastle Bats coach and many fans, and the physical strength issue was one of the important reasons why most people were not optimistic about Harry before the game - the physical strength gap between an underage child and an adult is really too big.

Especially after both have undergone corresponding training, this gap will only be magnified.

But what do they see now?
A Harry Potter who is still full of life?!

For Harry, his current condition can be said to be better than ever. He feels like he has finally moved his body and is excited. His nerves are excited, his movements are agile, and his reactions are quick - even his skin has become sensitive and he can sense more information from the wind.

The pressure brought by the Ballycastle Bats was something Harry had not felt in the past year of playing at Hogwarts. Here, Harry could no longer rely on the performance of the Nimbus 2000, which far surpassed the brooms ridden by others, to suppress them, nor could he easily rely on his speed and reaction ability to break through the enemy's blockade and defense and score points by throwing the ball.

In fact, this is also the difference between Quidditch and Muggle football. A good broom can easily widen the gap in strength between two Quidditch players, and Quidditch matches do not require both sides to ride the same broom. Whoever has more financial resources or technical skills can ride a faster and better broom.

As for Muggle football… it’s up to the players themselves to train their bodies and see how the flesh grows.

After the speed advantage was eliminated, the professional qualities of professional Quidditch players came to the fore. Whether it was the tightness of defense, tactical execution, or even physical strength, reaction speed, or degree of coordination, they were not comparable to the students of the Hogwarts house team.

Harry enjoyed the confrontation.

(End of this chapter)