A Certain Magical Hogwarts

Chapter 830 Weasley, Our King!

William was indeed prevented by Hermione.

With its already extremely high hit rate, it doesn't need to adjust its stance; it can score as soon as it's fired.

This time, however, he fired three shots in a row, all of which missed.

The most outrageous time was when it hit Ron on the head, resulting in a technical foul from Mrs. Hodge.

Ron... he really gave me face.

William was unusually inaccurate; even though his shot was off target and five meters from the hoop, he still managed to headbutt it with a powerful strike.

William squeezed the Quaffle; this damn feel...!

So you're used to the soft approach, and the hard approach just won't work?!

He insisted on having both hands firmly on his side.

But Angelina has also played for many years and has a strong ability to seize opportunities.

Finding that William was having a bad day, she immediately changed tactics and launched three consecutive counter-attacks.

Anne rode a fire crossbow, and she was the fastest.

Receiving Angelina's incredibly long ball, he simply accelerated and tore through Ravenclaw's defense, with no one able to stop him.

40: 0!

A perfect start!

Angelina clenched her fists. She had never fought such a tough battle against the Ravenclaw Quidditch team in her life!

If we still can't win, then we might as well disband.

"Oh, Merlin's Quaffle!" Lee roared. "William's accuracy has dropped a lot after not touching a ball for a year and a half."

"And with Annie Stark contributing one goal and two assists, it seems the Stark glory will be inherited by her..."

"Hooray, another goal! What a beautiful girl, the most beautiful flower in Gryffindor."

I've been telling her for years, but Annie still refuses to go on a date with me—"

The audience booed at Li, and many students threw large dung balls at him.

Anne Stark is only in fourth grade... You said several years ago, doesn't that mean she's already dreaming of peaches in first grade?

We only dare to think about it, but you actually dared to say it out loud!

Beast!

"Stop hitting him! Stop hitting him! You've made him stupid!" Li dodged the dung ball.

"Angelina passed it to Anne again... Wait... Where did William come from?!"

Anne caught the Quaffle, passed the Ravenclaw batter, and was about to pitch when she felt a whooshing sound behind her.

Snapped! !

William appeared behind Anne and delivered a powerful chase-down block, sending the Quaffle flying.

Anne didn't even have time to react before William blocked her shot.

"Screw your Quidditch dreams!" William winked at his sister.

Brad caught the Quaffle and passed it to him.

William swung the broom, and Anne chased after him angrily, not even getting close, but keeping a distance of three meters.

He had a "brother, hurry up and shoot" expression on his face.

William is very experienced; he has played Quidditch for over a decade and has more experience than most professional players.

Although the little blacksmith in Milan once said:

"I'd rather go 0-for-30 than 0-for-9..."

But William wouldn't make an unreasonable forced shot, since Quidditch doesn't differentiate between two and three points, it's only ten!

Besides, it would be too embarrassing to be on the Hogwarts all-time list of missed shots.

So, since the shooting percentage isn't high, just drive into the paint.

But the brief moment Annie clung to him allowed Angelina to quickly switch defenses, blocking his path to the basket, while the twins caught up from behind and formed a double team.

"Gryffindor's defense was really tight today!"

But William's relentless, forceful thrusts were too much for Angelina to handle.

Lee Jordan's commentary echoed throughout the arena.

"William's close in on Ron. This is Ron's first time on the court. We've seen Wood's defensive prowess before, hopefully Ron can too... Oh, shit!"

Ron misjudged the position; William rushed towards the left side of the basket, but Ron went to the right, leaving a wide-open space.

Even if William's touch is off, he can still easily shoot into such a large hole!

40:10

Li sighed, "Ravenclaw has finally broken his scoring drought. Ron needs to step up his game... Oh dear, what is he thinking?"

William feinted again; Ron was too hasty, and William easily scored ten points.

Li quickly started blowing again.

"So, don't be fooled by William's tendency to shoot randomly from the outside. When it comes to crucial moments, he's really tough, he's really daring to shoot!"

This is the moment of a superstar!

With two consecutive goals, Ravenclaw's morale has stabilized.

William stopped his fancy footwork on the perimeter; since his touch wasn't good, he just drove straight in.

If Wood were in that state, he might be taught a lesson, but Ron... William is still running rampant and taking whatever he wants.

It's like entering your own restricted area.

Gryffindor was dispossessed by William three more times.

Anne has been learning from William for so long, her ball skills are indeed quite good, and her shooting percentage is also high.

However, the new Gryffindor lineup is still not fully integrated.

However, the twins showed no mercy. Seeing that William had the ball again, they immediately swerved to get the ball.

Li excitedly said:

"Fred Weasley hit a beautiful roaming ball, no, George Weasley."

"Oh well, whatever, it's one of them anyway."

The Quaffle came hurtling toward William, who flipped over, grabbed the broom with one arm, and slammed the Quaffle away.

The ball changed direction and hurtled towards Harry in mid-air.

He was entangled with Qiu, and this attack relieved Qiu's trouble.

William received the pass, mounted his broomstick again, and charged toward the penalty area.

Angelina rammed into William.

"Oh no, Mrs. Hodge called a foul on her," Lee cursed. "She didn't foul, she didn't..."

"Lee Jordan!" Professor McGonagall shouted. "Don't show favoritism..."

"I didn't," Lee explained. "Angelina really didn't elbow William; she clearly used her shoulder..."

"..."

William easily made the free throw.

The score is now tied at 70-70.

William launched another attack, and Ron finally blocked a shot. He was about to pass it to Angelina when he suddenly stopped.

"Listen to that sound, what are they singing?" Li also noticed that the singing was loud and clear, rising from the silver-green sea of Slytherins in the stands:

That silly Weasley,

He can't block a single ball.

The Slytherins sang out loud,

Weasley is our king.

Weasley was born in a dumpster.

He always puts the ball into the goal.

Wesley wins the game for the Hawks.

Weasley is our king.

Ron's face turned bright red as he absentmindedly passed the Quaffle to Angelina, but instead threw it directly to William.

William was also confused; how did the pass end up in his hands?

"Oh no, Ron's huge mistake!" Lee cried out in despair.

William got past Angelina, dodged George—Fred hit a beautiful lob shot, flying towards William's head.