Hogwarts: Harry Returns from Azeroth

Chapter 60: 59. Harry defeats the Slytherin team

Professor McGonagall gave a low feline growl.

After all, as a commentator, Lee Jordan must be in a fair and impartial position, but to be honest this is really difficult.

Because no matter how hard Professor McGonagall tried to purse her lips, she could not hide the excitement on her face at the moment.

There are only six Slytherin players left, and seven Gryffindor players left. Seven against six! The advantage is mine!
This year's Quidditch Cup beckons!

"Okay, okay, actually I'm not that happy - I mean the game continues!" Lee Jordan spoke very quickly, "It's obvious that after Harry knocked Montagu off his broom just now, he has now become a thorn in the eyes of the entire Slytherin team. Look! Marcus Flint is rushing towards Harry! He's speeding up! "

The Gryffindors in the stands all gasped, making the already cold November even colder.

"This is a foul!" Lee Jordan angrily swung his right fist in the air, as if he was hitting Flint in the face. "Slytherin's captain, Marcus Flint, deliberately bumped into Harry, but fortunately Harry's reaction was very fast. It was a standard sloth tree-hugging roll. He was so agile that he didn't even look like a cow!"

There were angry shouts from the Gryffindor stands and whistles from the Slytherin stands.

"Anyway, I'm glad that Flint's despicable and disgusting idea didn't succeed—"

"Jordan!"

"I mean, in a failed murder attempt—"

"Jordan, let me remind you-"

"Well, Professor, what I mean is that Harry is really strong, which allowed him to dodge a fatal attack. Apparently our Minotaur was enraged, and he suddenly accelerated! Look! Harry accelerated towards the Bludger - rolling!"

Lee Jordan suddenly swore something, pulled the microphone out of Professor McGonagall's reach, and shouted:
"This is blatant murder!!! Slytherin's Beater Lucien Bore hit Harry's head directly with his short stick! He should pay the price for this!!"

"Madame Hooch blew the whistle! Great! Gryffindor got a free throw, but honestly it's not enough!!"

Lee Jordan's words were exactly what all the Gryffindor students wanted to say. Their angry voices mixed together, and Dean Thomas was shouting for Bol to be sent off with a red card.

But alas, there is no such thing as a send-off in Quidditch.

To be honest, even Harry himself was a little shocked. A bright stick was hitting someone on the head. However, judging from the voices in the Slytherin audience, this practice was not a problem at all within Slytherin.

The idea of friendship coming first and competition coming second is all fake. Slytherin has no interest in such things. No matter who they compete with, victory can only belong to Slytherin. It doesn't matter if it's not decent or worth looking forward to for the victory, or what others say. Victory is enough for them - if you have to say it, Slytherin only respects victory!

"Gryffindor scores a free throw, now Slytherin has the ball, Flint gets the Quaffle - passes it to Alicia - passes it to Belle - Aha! Fred hits a Bludger! Hit! Hope that breaks his nose - Just kidding, Professor - oh Harry's speeding up! Did he punch?! No! No punch! It was a Transylvanian feint!!"

"Bell fell! Hahahaha! He didn't catch his broom! Hahahaha!" Lee Jordan laughed wildly. He had to hold the microphone in his arms and turn his back to Professor McGonagall to prevent the microphone from being taken away. "Sorry! Professor! I feel really guilty now. Can you see how guilty I am? Ahahahahahahahahahaha!"

I really couldn't hold it back.

Following closely behind Montague, Bell also fell off his broom like a kite with a broken string. He was first hit head-on by the Bludger that Fred threw at him, then he caught Harry's feint through his blurred vision, and in his panic he lost his balance on the broom and fell off.

"I was wrong! Professor McGonagall, please let me commentate. This is my lifelong request!" Holding the microphone tightly to prevent Professor McGonagall from taking it away, Lee Jordan shouted at the top of his lungs: "My grandma told me in a dream last night that I must commentate this game. Please!!"

Lee Jordan's grandmother's dream was useful, or maybe it was because he screamed so miserably. In any case, after giving him a final serious warning, Professor McGonagall still allowed Lee Jordan to continue holding the microphone.

"Let's go back to the game! We can see that Madam Hooch has already sent Bell off the field. Good riddance!" Lee Jordan was so excited that his voice was almost hoarse. He shouted, "I must seriously doubt whether Harry has mastered the entire Quidditch tactical move book. His move just now was not a foul at all!"

"Let me explain to the new students that the Transylvanian feint appeared in the World Cup in 1473. It is a feint aimed at the opponent's nose on a speeding broom, but as long as the opponent's nose is not actually touched, it is not considered a foul!"

"And to be honest, when both teams are on speeding brooms, it's very difficult even to hit the opponent's nose," Lee Jordan said with a grin, "There are only five people left on the Slytherin team now. Oh my God, let us congratulate the Gryffindor team for controlling the entire field. The score is now 70 to 20, and Gryffindor is leading!"

The atmosphere in the entire stadium has become extremely heated. Among the entire audience area, only the Slytherin area is now deserted. The other areas, even the ones where the Ravenclaw and Hufflepuff students are, are also full of cheers.

On the one hand, it is because Slytherin's way of doing things is really hard to please people. After all, the Slytherin team has always been like this... as long as it wants to win. Ravenclaw and Hufflepuff have their own teams, and they also have to play against the Slytherin team.

The most important thing is that this kind of game is really exciting - much more exciting than ordinary games, and I have never seen such a game in all these years.

So intense, so passionate.

Marcus Flint, the captain of the Slytherin team, was almost turning blue in the face. He even watched Harry whip a Bludger hard, and then the Bludger whizzed and hit the back of the head of his team's Seeker, Terence Higgs.

The poor kid dropped his broom without even making a sound, and for the Slytherin team, this was undoubtedly the last straw that broke the camel's back.

As for the stands…the stands have gone crazy.

The students didn't even sit in their seats. They stood up and shouted loudly among the crowd, and the atmosphere became more and more exciting.

Lee Jordan laughed wildly and slapped the horns on his head. The next moment, a very loud roar came out from the microphone, like the roar of a cow and a lion mixed together. It was a mixture, and no one knew how Fred and George did it.

This is really the Bull-Headed Lion King.

Slytherin's defeat was already a foregone conclusion, because their only hope of turning the tide was the 150 points that their Seeker would gain by catching the Golden Snitch, but unfortunately, their Seeker had already been rushed to the school hospital.

The entire game that followed became a carnival for the other three houses. The only four people left on the Slytherin team were simply unable to withstand the frenzied attack of the Gryffindor team.

George wasn't even in a hurry to catch the Golden Snitch. Instead, he happily rode on his broom and watched his teammates continuously throw the Quaffle into the goal - and by the way, he watched Harry and Fred use the Bludgers to chase the Slytherin team around.

With Flint's numb expression, the number of Slytherin team members continued to decrease. Discouragement is a disease that can be contagious from person to person. The remaining players of Slytherin team seemed to have given up, and even the movements of flying their brooms became slower.

But no one would sympathize with them. Every time the Bludger knocked someone down, there would be huge cheers from the stands. The audience looked as enthusiastic as crazy. Professor McGonagall tried to suppress them, but she finally gave up and only showed a faint smile at the corner of her mouth.

As for the Slytherin stands... there weren't many people there anymore. The Slytherin students probably chose to return to the castle early.

He was even too lazy to move. As George swooped down and caught the Golden Snitch and showed it to everyone, Flint watched in silence as his goalkeeper Miles Bletchley was knocked off his broom by a Bludger and fell to the grass.

He was the only one left on the Slytherin team.

The audience in the entire Quidditch stadium were shouting Harry's name enthusiastically, and amid the cheers, Lee Jordan stood up holding the microphone so that everyone could hear his hoarse shouts - otherwise, Lee Jordan would find it difficult to ensure that his voice would not be drowned out by the audience's shouts.

"…This is definitely beyond the ability of a young wizard! Harry should represent Hogwarts in professional competitions! He will shock the world!!"

I don't know if it could shock the world, but Harry returned to the Gryffindor common room as a Gryffindor hero. He didn't even touch the ground from the moment he got off the broom, and was held in the air by the crowd the whole time.

It can only be said that the other houses in Hogwarts seemed to have tolerated Slytherin for a long time. In such a resounding victory over Slytherin, when Harry was carried back to the castle by the crowd, even the students of Ravenclaw and Hufflepuff carried him for a while in the crowd.

Some fast Gryffindor students had already been waiting in the common room, and they had even used magic to decorate the entire common room in gold and red.

As soon as Harry was carried in, he looked up and saw a bed sheet hanging in the middle of the Gryffindor common room.

Well, I don't know whose bed sheet it was, but this white bed sheet was repeatedly playing the scene of Harry using the Transylvanian feint on Slytherin's Chaser Bell, and the scene of Bell falling off his broom... At the end, there was even a shot where Harry smiled at the fallen Bell and did some tricks with the short stick in his hand.

To be honest, if Harry hadn't seen this kind of scene, he would have thought it would be fine, but he felt too ashamed to have it replayed endlessly in the Gryffindor common room - especially since the entire common room was filled with the roar of cows, and occasionally there would be the twins' intensified roars of both cows and lions.

As for Harry... Harry was too lazy to care about Ron's two daring brothers, so he just let them go.

And after today, Harry didn't think he could stop these enthusiastic Gryffindor students.

Cows, everything can be cows, we are all minotaurs, and it’s all good.

For the Gryffindor students, today was destined to be a day of celebration. It didn't even take long for Fred and George to use their wands to direct two barrels of butterbeer into the common room - no wonder Harry didn't see them just now, these two guys actually went to Hogsmeade through the secret passage!
Some students even ran to the Hogwarts kitchen and got a lot of food from the house-elves, including barbecue and fine wine. The Gryffindor common room was so lively that they had to speak loudly in order for people around them to hear them.

"Harry! Say something to everyone! Harry!" When most of the Gryffindor students returned to the common room, Fred hung on the chandelier and shouted loudly: "Our Minotaur King! You have to come!"

The noisy common room finally quieted down. Harry stood up from the table - he was forced to be placed there - and looked around.

To be honest, Harry almost couldn't hold back when he glanced over, because he saw Professor McGonagall in the crowd. The old professor was also holding a glass of butterbeer in her hand. She had walked to the entrance of the common room and turned around to look at him with a faint smile on her face.

"I'll just say one thing," Harry said after thinking for a moment, "this year's Quidditch Cup must be ours. Now, drink! Gryffindor warriors!"

"oh!!!"

The moment Harry finished speaking, deafening cheers seemed to blow the roof off the Gryffindor common room.

Raising the glass in his hand and gesturing in the direction of Professor McGonagall, Harry felt that he had completed his task quite well.

A brilliant victory.

Without restraining the excited students at such a lively time, Professor McGonagall nodded slightly to Harry, then bent down and walked out of the door of the common room.

After Professor McGonagall left, the students in the common room completely let go of their restraints. Some senior students even brought out a small oak barrel from the dormitory and insisted on letting Harry taste the Glee liquor from America.

This kind of wine can be said to be the lifeline of American wizards. It was never banned even during the Prohibition period. Not only does it taste strong, it will also make people laugh loudly after drinking it. To be honest, Harry really likes some of the wizards' food and drinks, which are very unique.

From the end of the Quidditch game until dark, there was never any free time around Harry. People kept coming to shake hands with him or want to say something. Lee Jordan's words after the game simply ignited the fire in the hearts of these students.

They surrounded Harry and praised his superb flying skills and accuracy as a batsman. Of course, there were also some ridicules on the Slytherin team, but the most common words were encouragement to Harry, thinking that he could really try for an interview with the Quidditch club team and then participate in the League Cup - the full name is the Quidditch League Cup.

Maybe in four years I can even represent England in the Quidditch World Cup.

Young students always dare to think of anything, and this kind of thing is not without precedent for them.

For example, there is a well-known name among Quidditch fans, Viktor Krum. He is a student at Durmstrang Academy of Wizardry, which is a famous European magic school like Hogwarts. But also because of the superb skills he showed during his school years, he was selected into the Bulgarian national Quidditch team. It is said that he will participate in the Quidditch World Cup in four years.

The World Cup was too far away, and the students who gathered around him were united in encouraging Harry to join a professional Quidditch club, but they were divided on another issue that followed - which club Harry should join.

"The Kenmare Red Falcons! Harry! You absolutely have to join this team!" Seamus Finnigan shouted impatiently, "This is our own Irish team. Darren O'Hare has even served as captain of the Irish national team three times. He invented the eagle head attack formation that all chasers use!!"

It's obvious that Seamus is a big fan of the Kenmare Kestrels.

But not Ron.

"Oh, forget it! Seamus! Of course Harry is going to the Charlie Cannons!" Ron finally squeezed into the crowd. He shouted, "No team has a more glorious history than the Charlie Cannons. You know, they have won the League Cup 21 times!!"

"Huh? 1892 was the last time?" When it came to his favorite team, Simo would never back down. He taunted loudly, "Charlie Cannon is dead! Ron! It's been dead for almost a century!! The era of Charlie Cannon is over!"

Ron got anxious for a moment, but the performance of the Charlie Cannons in the past century was indeed a bit disappointing. Even the team slogan "We will conquer everything" was changed to "Let us all cross our fingers and be optimistic" - to be honest, this was indeed a bit embarrassing.

When hearing about the "glorious deeds" of Charlie's Artillery Team, such as changing their slogan, even Harry had to admit that there were indeed problems with this team. It sounded as if their spirit had been defeated and they were trying hard to make up for themselves.

(End of this chapter)