A Certain Magical Hogwarts

Chapter 1027 Stand-up Comedian Luna

As a veteran of six years and nearing twenty, William was greeted with enthusiastic cheers from the students as he entered the arena.

Regardless of whether you like Ravenclaw or not, or dislike Willian, you should still give the veteran the respect he deserves.

William was very obliging, waving his hands and enjoying the cheers.

Qiu followed behind, feeling completely relaxed.

During this period, she certainly enjoyed being the captain, but she was mentally exhausted.

After all, with Willian off the field, Ravenclaw is a completely different team.

Being the captain is definitely awesome, but would you rather stay with one team?

In a team with a max-level Karstark, a three-time defending champion, and an easy team that can stomp the bottom... what about being the Seeker?

Would you rather be the captain of an ordinary team that can go toe-to-toe with anyone, and even get slaughtered occasionally?

Qiu would naturally choose the former.

Now that William has arrived, victory is assured!

Qiu was happy and cheerful; her favorite food was deep-fried golden lion dogs.

The Gryffindor team also took to the field soon after.

Captain Harry walked at the front, his face resolute and deep.

If they win this match, they will have a chance to overtake Hufflepuff and move into second place in the standings.

Does Harry have confidence? He has no confidence whatsoever.

The opposing team has a max-level account run by William, who's practically cheating. Nobody can have confidence against an opponent like that.

Harry didn't even think that Cho would be easy to deal with.

They've faced off so many times that they know each other inside and out.

In addition, Harry sometimes shows chivalry and likes to act like a gentleman... making it even less likely that he could outshine Cho.

But Harry wasn't worried; he had thought things through carefully and had something to rely on.

That is the strategic weapon—the McClagon.

Harry finally understood why McLaggan, despite his explosive physical attributes and good skills, hadn't made it into the Quidditch team in the past six years.

They're such troublemakers.

He has injured four players in the last three games:

Two of our own, two of the enemy's.

This is a typical strategic weapon that kills a thousand enemies but injures eight hundred of its own!

But sometimes, this kind of exchange can be profitable.

For example, whoever replaces William will make a huge profit.

Harry is hoping that McClargan can also perform well today and knock William off the field.

Although he didn't want to be so dirty, sometimes when he couldn't win, underhanded tactics were still very effective.

Iron elbow, eye gouging, and egg chasing... these are the three most powerful of the 72 Quidditch moves Charlie taught him.

Learning one skill can guarantee a top-two finish; mastering a unique skill can even qualify you for the World Cup.

William had clearly mastered the Iron Elbow technique to an unparalleled level.

Harry was happily imagining William's injury and departure from the game when his gaze inadvertently drifted back, and his expression suddenly turned grim.

He saw Dean and Ginny, their fingers intertwined, looking incredibly intimate.

Dean also said warmly to Ginny:

"Ginny, it's Valentine's Day. After this match, would you like to come to the Hogsmeade Lovers' Hotel with me?"

I'm there, with the best Valentine's Day gift for you.

Dean is an adult now and can't wait to do things that adults should do.

Harry took a deep breath. Fine... the game can be lost, Dean must die.

Dean must be kicked out of this match.

McLagan must do his best and end Dean's season-ending injury.

Perfect! Isn't it a case of killing a thousand enemies while losing eight hundred of your own? If that "eight hundred" refers to Dean, that would be wonderful.

So Harry walked over to McLagan, patted him on the shoulder, and encouraged him:

"McLagan, this game is all up to you. Go all out, get it?"

"I know," McClagan snorted.

"I told you before, Harry, you play too softly, like a sissy."

If I were the captain of this team, we would have won seven consecutive championships by now.

Of course, it's not too late for you to cling to my coattails now.

Wow, you've really given me the nerve to put on airs?

But Harry held back his temper and kicked Dean away, then kicked the tool out as well.

As for whether or not to play Brother Quidditch with Ron, let's just forget about it.

Harry doesn't want to carry a heavy burden in this peaceful life.

Perhaps because of Harry's "yielding," McLagan felt that he was the real leader of the group.

He walked with crab-like steps and suddenly ran towards the technical table.

He pulled out some magnesium powder from somewhere and suddenly threw it into the sky.

Putting aside whether it's imposing or not, this air pollution must be very serious.

Snape was staring wide-eyed at Harry's eyes when a gust of wind blew by, and magnesium powder unexpectedly stung his eyes.

"Oh no, my eyes! I can't see... Who is it?!"

Snape didn't see who had sprinkled the magnesium powder, but he still shouted without hesitation:

"Gryffindor -30 points deducted!!"

McGonagall: "..."

There was no wind in the sky, only fluffy white clouds, and occasionally, dazzling sunlight would shine through.

This kind of weather is actually quite bad; it's easy for the sunlight to shine into the athletes' eyes.

Having practiced countless times, he didn't need William to remind him much; he simply extended his hand.

"Come with me... and go on a rampage!"

All the Ravenclaw players placed their hands on it, looking menacing.

As long as William is there, the national team will show you how badly they can beat you!

In the Gryffindor group, just as Harry was about to say a few words, McClagan presumptuously spoke up:

"Troublesome weather! Gutt, Perx, you need to fly where the sun doesn't reach, so the enemy can't see you coming—"

"I'm the captain, McClagan, you don't need to instruct them," Harry said irritably, unable to contain himself any longer. "Go to the goal."

McLagan snorted again, picked up his broom, and walked away. Harry turned to Gutt and Perks.

"Remember to fly where the sun doesn't shine," he reluctantly instructed.

Harry shook hands with William, and at Mrs. Hooch's whistle, all the players took to the air.

On the commentary stage,

Luna, who had already provided commentary several times, held the microphone and spoke in a dreamlike voice.

"Spring has arrived, all things are coming back to life, and the Forbidden Forest has once again become the domain of magical creatures..."

"Miss Lovegood, please provide commentary on the match!" Professor McGonagall said helplessly.

Since Li graduated, it has been difficult to find commentators.

It's not that I'm biased, otherwise I'd just like to stir up trouble. And for the entire match, it was basically all about porting the Little GG item to Akali's shop...

Luna is already Professor McGonagall, and can find the best commentator.

It's no exaggeration to say that this is the tallest among the short.

After looking around, he still turned out to be a short guy.

Fortunately, Luna still tried her best. At least after Professor McGonagall reminded her, she seemed to wake up from her dream and focused her energy on the competition.

"Anne of Gryffindor got the Quaffle."

We're best friends, but I won't be cheering her on today because she scored 160 points against Ravenclaw last time.

William made a swift backhand steal, completing a beautiful tackle from Anne.

I know that Anne is no match for her brother.

In Gryffindor, only Hermione can contain William… but she doesn’t like Quidditch.”

William was speechless for a moment, then turned to look at Luna.

But during that brief moment of distraction, Annie returned the ball and made a steal.

"Oh, look! William dropped the Quaffle, and Annie snatched it away."

William tried to steal it, but a roaming ball came from a big player from Gryffindor.

The name I don't remember, it was something like Gandalf—no, Baggins—"

"It's Perx!" Professor McGonagall called out from beside Luna.

The audience burst into laughter.

William was speechless. Why was Luna commentating on a match? Wouldn't it be better for her to do stand-up comedy?

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