Harry Potter's Otherworldly Archmage

A Bludger flew directly towards Malfoy from Fred's stick. Malfoy, who was focusing on chasing the Golden Snitch, felt the danger signal revealed in the wind, and turned his body slightly. The broom adjusted a slight angle, and swam The Slytherin crowd erupted in cheers as the ball whizzed past their ears.

Malfoy had no time to care about the reaction of the audience. Never before had the Snitch been so close to him, a golden light reflected from his gray-blue pupils, and Malfoy stretched out his hand.The Golden Snitch was jumping between the fingers, and the moment it was almost clenched, the light wheel 2001 suddenly slowed down, and the Golden Snitch flew into the distance in an instant, disappearing into the sky.

Angry shouts erupted from the auditorium, Malfoy turned his head suspiciously, Harry actually jumped forward, grabbed the tail of Nimbus 2001 with both hands, and showed a triumphant smile in his eyes.

"Free throws! Gryffindor free throws! I've never seen such a tactic!" shrieked Madam Hooch, flying straight up to Harry as Potter slid back to his Firebolt.

Li Jordan yelled into the microphone, "Since Draco can use magic on himself and the broom, of course Harry can use physical methods to prevent him from winning the Golden Snitch, which is only fair." There was a burst of boos from the audience, Professor McGonagall motioned for Lee to stop.

"I didn't expect that the savior would use such a dirty and despicable tactic," Loki said with a contemptuous smile. "It seems that he really did anything to win."

"Well, rabbits can bite people when they are in a hurry. It's understandable. The kind little Potter has no choice but to do it." Lilian smiled lightly and said immediately.

The Slytherins were visibly outraged by such a despicable tactic, and a few players re-teamed, ready to take on such a brazen Seeker.

A Bludger galloped past Harry's right ear and was hit by Derek, the tall Slytherin batsman.Then ?? dash.Another Bludger brushed Harry's clock.Another hitter, Bol, was closing in.Harry had a brief glimpse of Derek and Bol racing up towards him, both clubs raised.. He rode the Firebolt up at the last second. Bol and Derek collided hard.

"Haha!" Lee Jordan yelled, as the two Slytherin players separated with their heads in their arms. "Too bad. Boys! To beat the Firebolt. You'll have to get up earlier! Now the Quaffle is on the Gryffindor side, and Johnson's holding the ball?? Flint next to her ?? poke him in the eye, Angelina!?? Joke, professor, it's a joke?? Oh, no?? Hey, Wood, save the ball??!"

It's a pity that the previous performance was nothing more than an eye-catching show. The real scoring point was Flint, and there was a burst of cheers from the Slytherin side.Li Jordan cursed fiercely, and Professor McGonagall wanted to take the microphone from Jordan's hand.

"I'm sorry, Professor, I'm sorry! It won't happen again! Now, Gryffindor leads, thirty to ten, the ball is in Gryffindor..."

The game continued, and within half an hour, the score was getting worse and worse. Just for now, the game has been drawn to fifty to ten.Fred and George Weasley kept turning around Malfoy, in case Draco found the Snitch early again, but helplessly, Malfoy and his broom, who were blessed with wind magic, were completely different With the same level of speed and flexibility as the two, the Bludger will often fly back and hit other Gryffindor players after hitting Malfoy. For the two batsmen, this is simply the most embarrassing Quite a game.

After a while, Angelina scored, sixty to ten.A moment later, Fred Weasley slammed the Bludger at Warrington, knocking the Quaffle out of his hands; Arya caught it and sent it into the Slytherin goal: Seventy to ten.

"It seems that the situation is not very fast. Although our Slytherins are much higher than Gryffindors in the past Quidditch scores, but with the current huge advantage of [-] to [-], if Harry wins the Golden Snitch again, The winners of this year's Quidditch Cup will undoubtedly belong to the Lions, and the situation seems to be out of control right now." Lilian looked at the field in front of her worriedly, with green reflections in her wine-red pupils. Road figure.

Augustus rubbed his chin, "Actually, the variable still lies with Malfoy. Before Gryffindor wins [-]-[-], if Malfoy can grab the Golden Snitch and end the match early, he still has a chance to win."

At this time, Malfoy was flying in the sky on a broom, and in the sky surrounded by wind elements, he felt like a fish in water. Whether it was a tiny wind, or a strong wind that surrounded his body after accelerating, all of them were As comfortable and comfortable as in the back garden of home, under the wind, everything becomes simple and clear. Any movement in the sky, whether it is a flying player or a ball floating everywhere, can be deeply felt through the breath of the wind and enjoy the magic The omniscience and omnipotence brought by this experience is really wonderful.

A golden dot suddenly appeared on the far edge of the sky. For Malfoy, the information conveyed by the wind at such a long distance was almost as close as he was by his side. Harry, who looked at it and didn't know why, Malfoy A smile appeared on the corner of his mouth, he turned around, accelerated, and a green figure galloped away like a rocket.

There was a burst of exclamation from the stands, it was unknown whether it was because of its speed or keen observation, when Harry found the green figure, it seemed to be too far away from him.His face paled in an instant, and when he turned the angle, the Firebolt dashed towards the golden spot in the sky with an indomitable sense of solemnity.

Malfoy turned his head to look at Harry, who was rushing towards him, with an inexplicable smile on his face. There was relief and self-mockery in this smile, from snatching Neville's memory ball very early to the last time he played the role of Dementor Strange embarrassment, he has always regarded himself as a loser. Today, above the sky, in the center of this grand stage, in the sky arena where everyone is watching, he can finally compare with Middle finger, time stands still at this moment, the smile on Malfoy's face slowly fades, he stands up from the broom arrogantly, holds the golden touch with one hand, and holds tightly the moment of honor that belongs to him!

He stopped his descent, hands up, and the grandstand exploded.He stood above the crowd, overlooking the cheering crowd, the Snitch flapping hopelessly in his hands.