A Certain Magical Hogwarts

Chapter 275 Do you also want to dance?

The competition began, and Li's voice resonated throughout the arena.

"Roger Davis starts with the ball..."

"Slytherin is using a pincer attack from both sides, huh? Quaffle to William! To William! Yes, that's a good pass!"

"William starts accelerating, is he going to drive to the basket? No, it's William's signature long-range shot!"

"He actually shot! Hey! It went in! Wow, Slytherin's defense is really good! That was a really difficult shot!"

"Jordan, give a proper commentary!" Li praised him wildly, forcing Professor McGonagall to speak up and remind him.

"Okay... Slytherin serves, Marcus Flint has the ball, Ravenclaw batters double hit."

Beautiful pass, William intercepts!

Look!

He's about to shoot!

Ahhhhh—

"Good shot!" Lee roared wildly.

(Clang~~~ Sound of hammering iron)

"Oops, it didn't go in. The ball was a little too long. Although it didn't go in, it's a reasonable shot to take it when you're surrounded by four people."

Don't be fooled by Davis being open; his shooting percentage is low. LaVine should keep playing like this.

Lee Jordan, disguised as Zhang Heli, spoke with great seriousness.

That's not entirely wrong. Ravenclaw's veteran players aren't good enough, and the new players are still being developed, so they can only rely on William to score.

William knew Slytherin all too well, having clashed with them for several years in the time loop.

Therefore, as the game progressed, the scores gradually widened.

Slytherin captain Sterling gritted his teeth and gave Chaser Derian Pursey a look.

The other party immediately understood, and the broom seemed to go out of control, crashing wildly towards William.

William deftly flicked the broom, effortlessly dodging the attack as he rose higher, then suddenly ducked down, the black ball flying over his head.

"Foul! That's a flagrant foul!" Li shouted angrily. "A deliberate collision—that'll definitely be called for free throws—"

But Madam Hooch didn't blow her whistle; her attention had just been drawn to Slytherin's goalkeeper, Miles Blade.

He was loudly announcing that his period had started.

Another ball whizzed past William's right ear, hit by Slytherin's batter Derek.

Another batter, Boll, is on a high-energy, aggressive approach.

Both of them raised their sticks... William began to weave serpentine movements, and Bolt and Derek collided violently.

Bol lost his balance and was knocked down. A gasp came from the crowd, but he was unharmed as the professors caught him in time.

William caught the Quaffle passed to him by Davis and aimed it precisely at the Runner. The Runner changed direction and crashed hard into Derek's flying broomstick.

Nimbus 2001 lost its balance, and Derek, in a famous arc, also fell onto the grass.

William gently flicked his flying broom, soaring into the air. Looking at the trembling Sterling, he grinned:

Do you want to dance too?

"Ahhhhh!"

Li's voice, hoarse and strained, pierced the entire campus:

William,

You're so sexy!

William: "..."

They took down two members of Slytherin in one fell swoop, and the entire Slytherin was in an uproar.

Professor Snape opened his arms wide, his large black robe billowing in the wind.

With his back to the arena, holding a small wooden stick (magic wand), he conducted the snakes like a musician, shouting:

"Foul!"

"Free throw!"

"Doremy's sister-in-law has diarrhea...good...let's follow the beat and do it again."

Remember, this time the key needs to be an octave higher, give them a high note that will annihilate the entire world!

Professor Snape was calm and composed, displaying the demeanor of a Potions Master. He even tossed his hair, forcing his bangs to change to a slightly more stylish direction.

However, Mrs. Hooch was unmoved by Slytherin's performance and even wanted to do a beatbox.

First, Slytherin's Chaser, Derian Pursey, clearly had a collision with Slytherin, and his subsequent actions were also unseemly.

Both batters Derek and Bolt committed fouls, but they didn't actually hit William.

William's movement was clean and efficient; he simply "accidentally" changed the direction of the ball, and who would have thought it would hit Derek?

Mrs. Hodge raised a finger toward the ground, clearly signaling them to take off again.

When the two students refused, she immediately whistled twice.

"Two free throws for Ravenclaw!" Lee shouted. "Slytherin have paid the price for their despicable and dirty deeds!"

"These bastards, if I were on the field, I'd take on ten of them..."

"Jordan, if you can't give a fair assessment...!" Professor McGonagall's voice came at just the right moment.

"I'm giving an impartial assessment, Professor!" Lee insisted. "Oh, well... Derek and Boll rode it... Davis got the Quaffle..."

The competition has now reached a fierce and intense level.

Both sides' batters showed no mercy: especially the Slytherin players, who didn't care whether their bats hit the ball or a person, they just swung wildly and recklessly.

So William used the same trick again, once again smashing the ball onto their brooms.

"Look, Qiu is accelerating!" Li suddenly shouted.

Suddenly, Qiu swooped down, seemingly having spotted the golden thief.

Ravenclaw supporters rose to their feet, creating a wave of sky-blue cheers as they roared encouragement for Cho...

Malfoy followed closely behind.

His skills were indeed good, and his broom was even better, but his experience and awareness were too poor.

Cho's acting was quite good, and Malfoy followed her frantically.

He has to get the Golden Snitch, otherwise everyone will think he got the role through connections and underhanded tactics!

Potter, in particular, would look down on him!

Malfoy wanted to prove that he had reached Harry step by step through his own abilities.

All the young wizards held their breath, watching the two Seekers—Choo and Malfoy—plummet wildly from the sky.

"They're going to fall to the ground!" Li exclaimed.

But at the last moment, Qiu stopped diving, rose again, and flew away in circles.

Malfoy, however, was going too fast and couldn't turn in time, crashing heavily to the ground with a loud thud that could be heard throughout the stadium.

A sigh of despair rose from the Slytherin seats.

Snape sighed heavily.

You're useless! I gave you a chance, but you failed!

Banana, you bastard... I really shouldn't have taken advantage of Lucius and then handed over such an important position as Seeker to his son.

Has something happened to him now?

Without the Seeker, Tucker can rack up as many points as he wants!

Slytherin is going to lose again!

Autumn's broom floated in mid-air. She shook her head, and a gentle breeze caressed her face, causing her beautiful ponytail to scatter freely.

A slight smile played on her lips as she spoke loudly:

"Hey, newbie! Welcome to Quidditch!"

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