Sherlock Holmes at Hogwarts.

Chapter 423 He hit my elbow with his face
At the Quidditch pitch, commentator Lee Jordan is giving his pre-game introductions:
"The Slytherin team has also entered the game, and it's clear that captain Marcus Flint has made some adjustments to the lineup."

Compared to before, he seems to be focusing more on his height than his skills.

It was obvious that the commentator was annoyed by Slytherin's booing of Lee Jordan.

He immediately seized the opportunity to publicly insult Slytherin.

However, this only amplified the boos from the Slytherins.

“He’s right this time. Apart from Draco Malfoy, all the other players are tall and strong.”

Luna gave her evaluation again.

At this point, both teams had reached the center of the field.

As is customary, Ms. Huo Qi said, "Please, the two captains, shake hands!"

It was all standard procedure, so Wood and Flint had nothing to say and followed instructions to step forward and shake hands.

The other two captains in the stands, Cedric Diggory and Roger Davis, twitched at the sight.

Even from a distance, they could tell that the two of them were using all their strength, as if they wanted to break each other's fingers.

Should I thank my opponent for going easy on me during the match?

Ms. Fauci noticed this, but since it wasn't considered a foul, she simply pretended not to see it.

However, she never expected that this was just the beginning.

Next, she had the privilege of witnessing the most intense, outrageous, and dirty game of her coaching career.

"Get on your flying broomstick, three—two—one—"

The whistle was drowned out by the cheers of the audience, and fourteen brooms rose into the sky together.

As always, Harry took off faster and flew higher than everyone else.

His hair fluttered back, and even the slight feeling of tension disappeared in the excitement of flying.

When he noticed that Malfoy was right behind him, he quickly sped up to shake him off, while listening attentively to the game commentary.

Lee Jordan began to speak eloquently:

"Gryffindor gained possession first, and Arya Spinnet, with the Quaffle, headed straight for Slytherin's goal."

What a pity, Warrington intercepted the Quaffle!
He dribbled the ball at breakneck speed, seemingly trying to cross the entire field single-handedly... It was simply a dream.

Well done!

George Weasley or Fred Weasley—sorry, it's really hard to tell the twins apart.

In short, Weasley's roaming ball caused Warrington to lose his Quaffle.

Haha, I bet he felt a lot of pain when he got hit by the Quake ball.

Great! The Quaffle has been caught by Gryffindor's Angelina Johnson, and Gryffindor has regained possession.

Go Angelina!
She's such a great chaser, and she's gorgeous too—"

"Jordan!"

Professor McGonagall initially thought that Lee Jordan was unusually serious today, but it wasn't long before he revealed his true colors.

"Well done, Angelina!"

She darts past Graham Monta, and I think Graham must have been mesmerized by her beauty.

That's perfectly normal, given how charming she is...

"Jordan, I'm warning you..."

"Excuse me, Professor... Angelina, watch out for that elusive ball!"
Great, she dodged it and scored!
10-0, Gryffindor takes the lead!

Angelina, who scored first, immediately glided around one end of the court, waving her fist triumphantly.

The bright red ocean below was also filled with cheers.

However, at that moment, Marcus Flint bumped into her hard, almost causing Angelina to fall off the broom.

"sorry!"

Amid boos from the audience, Flint loudly apologized, "I'm so sorry, I couldn't see her!"

"Is it intentional?"

"From the Gryffindor stands," Hermione asked uncertainly.

“It’s obvious,” Sherlock said, handing her the binoculars. “Angelina isn’t on Flint’s original route at all.”

"That's outrageous! Why didn't the referee penalize him?!"

"According to the rules, this is a shot that could be either penalized or not."

"If this were football, he would at least deserve a yellow card!"

Hermione waved her little fist in dissatisfaction.

"Yes, yes!"

Dean and Simon nodded repeatedly.

"Last time you said a red card can send someone off, so what's a yellow card?" Ron asked curiously.

"A yellow card is a lighter punishment than a red card, allowing the player to continue playing."

But if you get a second yellow card, it's equivalent to a red card, and you'll be immediately ejected from the game—oh my god!

Hermione, who was explaining, suddenly covered her mouth with her hand.

Because Fred Weasley hit Flint on the back of the head with his baseball bat.

Flint's nose hit the broom handle and started bleeding.

"sorry!"

Amidst the boos from the Slytherin side, Fred loudly apologized, "I'm so sorry, I couldn't see him!"

Then and now, just as now and now.

"enough!"

Ms. Huo Qi, the referee, couldn't stand it any longer and shouted as she rushed between the two:

"Unprovoked attack on the chaser, Gryffindor penalty!"

"Intentional injury to the chasing player, Slytherin to take the penalty!" This also included the earlier incident where Flint collided with Angelina.

"No, ma'am!"

Fred couldn't help but protest his innocence, "I really didn't see it!"

However, Ms. Hooch ignored her and blew her whistle directly, and Aria immediately flew forward to take the penalty.

"Go, Aria!"

As the audience watched the free throws in silence, Lee Jordan shouted:
"Well done! She fooled the goalkeeper! Gryffindor leads 20-0!"

"Good job!"

Ron stood up and cheered loudly:

"It's all the referee's fault. If she had taken the penalty earlier, Fred definitely wouldn't have swung the bat at Flint."

However, his blow was indeed well done, so he didn't lose out!
By the way, if Fred had done that in football, would he have received a yellow card?

Seamus hesitated before speaking, "Um, Ron... actually..."

Dean chimed in, "His action just now definitely warrants a red card."

"Huh? Is it that serious?"

Dean and Seamus exchanged bewildered glances at Ron's incredulous expression.

I was thinking to myself, "Your brother just grabbed a weapon and smashed it on the back of the head. If he'd hit any harder, he would have cracked the skull open. Isn't that serious?"
Fortunately, Flint was tough and only suffered a nosebleed after being hit.

Hermione shook her head helplessly: "If it were football, Fred would already be suspended."

Flint, whose nose was still bleeding, flew forward to throw the penalty for Slytherin.

Enraged by the blow, he rejected the other two volunteer chasers and decided to make the free throw himself.

Wood stood guard in front of the Gryffindor goal, gritting his teeth.

Surprisingly, Wood made a spectacular save, managing to deny the ball.

"My God, Wood is a first-rate goalkeeper!"
Unbelievable! He actually saved the ball!

Lee Jordan's words also represent the sentiments of the audience.

In Quidditch, a penalty kick is similar to a penalty kick in football. The player taking the kick faces a goal guarded only by the goalkeeper, greatly increasing their chances of scoring.

To be able to save a free throw in this situation requires not only mental fortitude, physical fitness, and technical skill.

"Well done, Wood!"

"Well done, top-notch goalkeeper!"

The audience erupted in cheers.

Harry breathed a sigh of relief upon seeing this and began to ascend rapidly once more, searching for the thief.

Wood had already memorized what he was saying: they could only catch the Snitch when Gryffindor was more than fifty points ahead.

If Flint had made that free throw, the goal would have been even further away.

That's why he listened attentively to Lee Jordan's commentary, not missing a single word.

His only task now is to prevent Malfoy from catching the thief.

The game continues.

Slytherin's Chaser Graham Monta flew in front of Katie, who was sprinting with the ball.

However, instead of grabbing the Quaffle, he grabbed her head.

Katie did a somersault in the air, managing to stay on the broomstick, but she lost the Quaffle.

Graham's actions seemed to confirm Lee Jordan's earlier assessment.

When facing Katie, he didn't lose his composure like he did when facing Angelina; instead, he appeared somewhat ruthless.

Ms. Hodge's whistle blew again.

She flew to Graham and began to berate him loudly.

Then, a minute later, Katie took the penalty and scored another goal.

The score is now 30 to 0!
Learn your lesson, you filthy, despicable, shameless, and vile creatures—”

"Jordan, if you can no longer continue providing neutral commentary—"

“I’m just stating the facts, Professor—okay, okay, I won’t say anything more.”

There is nothing more to say next.

The game started off with several deliberate fouls, and it gradually began to lose its flavor.

The actions of both sides became increasingly aggressive, as if they were bringing back the conflict that had stopped a few days earlier onto the field.

Harry thought it might be because he hadn't participated in enough Quidditch matches, so he wasn't very knowledgeable.

But from his perspective, this match did indeed gradually become the dirtiest match he had ever participated in.

Perhaps they were dissatisfied that Gemma had failed to uphold justice for them.

Perhaps they were furious to see Gryffindor taking the lead so early.

Perhaps no reason is needed at all.

In short, the Slytherin players became increasingly aggressive, dirty, and even unscrupulous in their Quidditch finals.

Slytherin batter Lucien Boer hit Arya with his bat and then claimed he thought she was a wanderer.

"Didn't your batter just hit our captain? It's understandable that I might have misread it!"

The lion cubs couldn't stand it if he didn't say that.

Once you say that, how could the little lion with his fiery temper possibly stand it?
"Despicable, shameless..."

Lee Jordan immediately began to loudly rebuke him.

George Weasley, a man of action, immediately retaliated by elbowing Lucien across the face.

"Look, that's exactly how I swung the bat to hit a wandering ball. It's a very ordinary move. It was your face that bumped into it."

George Weasley, looking completely innocent, loudly accused Lucien of attacking his elbow with his face.

(End of this chapter)