A Certain Magical Hogwarts

Chapter 474 William, you're amazing!

At the start of the match,

William rarely has the ball alone.

Ravenclaw's standard tactics are pick-and-roll offense.

William was both the pivot and the finisher of the Quaffle, orchestrating the entire goal-scoring process.

It's not that he doesn't want the other two to pitch; William also wants to play the triangle offense and relax a bit.

However, the core idea of ​​the triangle offense is to create a triangle on the strong side to generate one-on-one opportunities. By constantly changing positions on the strong and weak sides, the advantage of attracting double teams through one-on-one situations is continuously converted into open shots.

Willian is definitely a top player. In Professor McGonagall's words:

He's more than qualified to play for the national team!

However, his two teammates, Davis and Bradley, were not even considered top contenders among Hogwarts' ball chasers.

Of course, the two of them are two of the Ravenclaw "iron triangle", each one more solid than the last.

Veteran Davis goes without saying; he hadn't even reached his peak before he started to decline.

Nowadays, the shooting percentage is even more disappointing. Shooting from all positions is a dead end, and the only reliable shooting percentage is near the rim.

Before the start of the semester, rookie Bradley performed well.

But after playing for a semester, I inexplicably encountered the rookie wall. This wall lasted for half a year, and I was almost ruined.

I don't know if they were involved in the outside dealings.

But William abandoned his usual pick-and-roll strategy, not because either of them were in poor form, but because:

The previous match already proved the incredible power of the Fire Arrow.

Angelina alone could tear through the Hufflepuff defenses. No one else could keep up with her.

William doesn't need to wait for his teammates to clear the way; doing so would actually slow down the offensive and defensive pace and prevent him from fully utilizing the speed of the Firebolt.

Gryffindor had a contingency plan, after all, they had two fire bolts!

A large quantity means that one can do whatever one wants.

In this match, Harry not only bears the heavy responsibility of catching the Golden Snitch, but also has to cooperate with Angelina to help defend against him.

They have only one goal:

Stop William, that super scorer, from racking up points!

After the last competition, Ravenclaw's total points were only 20 points higher than Gryffindor's.

If the score difference between the two sides is kept below 130 points, and Harry catches the Golden Snitch, Gryffindor will win.

After several years of competition, Harry is finally no longer a lone wolf.

Previously, his tactical positioning was very simple, which was... no tactics.

He didn't cooperate with his teammates at all throughout the entire game.

Emphasizing the word "unique"!

But Quidditch is always a game for seven players, and the Seeker's role must also serve the team's overall tactics.

They can help batters double-team, or participate in pick-and-rolls to help chasers open up opportunities.

If the Seeker only tries to catch the Golden Snitch, they will be completely overwhelmed by the opponent in a big game.

This is equivalent to your own jungler only focusing on farming and developing, and never going to help the lanes.

And what about the enemy jungler?

They start targeting the second level, sometimes with three or four people surrounding them.

If you've already crushed the online battle, what's the point of being invincible in the late game and catching the Golden Snitch?

"Gryffindor is double-teaming us, they're too fast!" Lee shouted.

"The three fire bolts took the lead, leaving the others far behind. We witnessed firsthand the speed of the fire bolts."

He explained in a professional tone:

"It can accelerate to 150 miles per hour in ten seconds, and its braking system is so impressive that it is the dream of any Quidditch player."

These brooms are commonly used by Quidditch national teams around the world.

We can expect a strong performance at this year's World Cup... I think the Scottish national team will do very well.

They were last year's runners-up, and after a five-day battle, they narrowly lost to...

"Jordan, this isn't the World Cup, it's the Hogwarts Quidditch final!" Professor McGonagall roared.

"Oh... well, I couldn't help myself, Professor," Li said apologetically.

"The three slowed down, and Angelina and Harry entangled William, trying to stop his serpentine movements."

Angelina did more than just try to block his movement; she suddenly straightened her body, gripped the ash wood handle tightly, and shot towards William, who was flying with his back bent.

The two brooms intertwined and twisted, sparking and hissing.

In the past, Mrs. Hooch might have blown the whistle directly, but now there is no reaction at all.

This is the Quidditch final!

The whistle-blowing standards in competitions are much broader, and things that can be blown or not blown will be ignored.

Just then, two muffled, suppressed sounds came from a great distance.

In the blink of an eye,

Suddenly, a ball darted out from the corner, moving with lightning speed and aggressive momentum.

"Beautiful! It's Fred and George's signature double strike!" Lee cheered.

The so-called double hit is when a batter uses the speed of the ball to hit it hard, accelerates, and smashes it towards another batter.

Meanwhile, the other batter makes a precise swing, changing direction and accelerating a second time.

This requires very good teamwork, otherwise the second batter might get hit.

The twins' teamwork is absolutely the best at Hogwarts.

The ball hurtled towards them, transforming into a black shadow as it hurtled straight toward William's back.

A gasp rippled through the students; being hit like that would mean certain death, if not death.

Hermione gripped Anne's hand tightly, her face filled with terror.

Anne grimaced in pain, but not because of her brother… because Hermione had hurt her.

In an instant, William did not turn around, but instead, as if rooted to the ground, his body suddenly tilted sharply to the right, almost at a ninety-degree angle, but he did not fall.

A flash of light disappeared from where he had been sitting.

"Beautiful... the sloth's tree-hugging roll technique... such a beautiful move!" Ludo stood up excitedly and clapped his hands.

"I bet... on Nat for today's top ten moves!"

"Oh no! Angelina, watch out!" Lee warned.

But it was too late.

William dodged the wandering ball, which continued its speed and struck Angelina, who was still entangled with him and unable to break free.

A loud bang erupted in mid-air.

William watched helplessly as the ball struck Angelina on the head.

Her entire body was freed from the fire bolt and fell downwards.

Everyone stood up and stared at Angelina as she fell.

At this critical juncture, William, like a raccoon hunting for food in the night, swiped his broom and suddenly fell.

In the blink of an eye, he was beside Angelina and suddenly grabbed her robe.

As the two continued to fall, just before crashing to the ground, William bent over, keeping close to the ground, and his broom spun in a dangerous arc.

"The match is paused!" Li's voice was filled with worry.

"Five minutes into the game, Angelina was hit by George's dribbling ball... Luckily, William saved her."

Mrs. Pomfrey has already left the stage.

Thank you, Merlin…

Li put his hands together in prayer position.

"I hope she's alright!"

After William landed, he laid Angelina flat on the ground.

Mrs. Pomfrey walked over, looking very unhappy.

"This kind of dangerous competition shouldn't be held at all. I really don't understand what the principal is doing!" she said angrily.

Madam Pomfrey took the potion and poured it into Angelina's mouth. She was checking if she had a concussion.

The twins are about to fight.

George was trying to explain that it was purely accidental.

Fred didn't believe it, thinking that George had found out about their date and was deliberately retaliating.

"What...what date?" George looked completely bewildered.

"Explain yourself, who are you dating... Angelina?"

Fred realized he had let something slip and quickly flew away on his broomstick.

Finally, Angelina regained consciousness and stood up. The Gryffindor students cheered loudly.

She mounted her Firebolt again, and with a push of her foot, leaped into the air. Her recovery seemed to give the Gryffindor team renewed confidence.

But she was still affected to some extent.

As William flew past her, she was still dazed, seemingly unable to remember what she was doing.

Without Angelina's skilled help, Harry alone couldn't stop William.

His long robes fluttered in the breeze, like a god descending to earth, as he headed straight for the gatekeeper... Wood!

Wood roared, but he didn't stray far from the basket. His eyes were cautious, and his hands were raised, anticipating William's next move.

Even without holding the broom, William maintained perfect control over his flight speed, slowly bending down and flicking his sleeves.

"Williams threw a tricky pitch! Beautiful, but Wood made a valiant save!" Lee roared.

William spun the broom and snatched the Quaffle.

Twist waist

Kick your legs,

Spin and release.

Another tricky angle!

"Hey! Wood was amazing today, he did a scorpion kick... and pounced again! Brilliant!"

Arya caught the Quaffle and tried to pass it to Angelina, who was still in a daze.

William made a steal and caught the Quaffle for the third time.

George charged straight at him, and William dodged backward.

Fred swung his stick, and the ball shot out like an arrow.

William pressed himself tightly against the fire bolt, moving with lightning speed, shaking off the ball and charging toward Wood for the third time.

Wood misjudged the direction this time; William wasn't aiming for the left side of the basket, but for the right!

Large open space

He finally broke through the Gryffindor door!

Wood was pale.

"Ahhhhh!"

Lee roared, his voice echoing across the Quidditch pitch.

"Wood can stop William once, he can stop him twice, but he can't stop him... he always shoots!"

William,

You're amazing!

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