Master Trainer from Hogwarts

Chapter 108 The Fun of Games

The game was in full swing, and then the audience also saw the tactics prepared by Slytherin.

It seemed that the Slytherin team had completely given up on the Quaffle.

Except for the Seeker and Defender, the rest of the seven players focused on the Bludger.

This kind of ball is ten inches in diameter and made of pure iron. It will actively attack the players around it, and once it is hit, it will be easily knocked off the broom and disqualified.

As for the Gryffindor players on the field, except for Allen who can control the overall situation through the power of the waveguide, the others have not reacted yet, and they are all trying to grab the Quaffle. After all, throwing a Quaffle can also get ten points.

"It's Lannister. He grabbed the Quaffle. He's thinking about Slytherin's goal. Can he make the first goal successfully?"

The narrator yelled from the stands, and the audience held up the brass binoculars, hoping to get a better view.

"Look, Slytherin's Bailey and Kanter are back on defense, they double-team Lannister, trying to prevent him from scoring!"

The two Slytherins clung to Lannoster tightly, and although they didn't make foul moves, they still kept Lannoster from moving.

Lannister's sight on both sides was completely blocked, and he wanted to look for his teammates around him to see if he could pass the ball.

And at this moment, Bailey on the left smiled at Lannister and said, "Good luck."

"what?"

It hadn't waited for Lannoster to understand what had happened.

Bailey lowered his broom, and the roaring Bludger hit him vigorously.

With a loud bang, even though he was wearing protective gear, Lanloster was still knocked off the broom by the black Bludger.

The entire audience stood up, shouting in shock.

Seeing that one of the Quidditch players was about to fall to the ground from a height of more than ten meters, and fell to the ground, even Mr. Stuart, who claimed to have seen the world, still couldn't help feeling nervous, because his precious son was still on the field.

A pure white magic beam precisely shone on Lannoster, and Mrs. Hooch, who had been watching the game, rescued the Gryffindor player with a levitating spell.

She blew her whistle, and the high-pitched sound made everyone stop.

"He needs medical treatment."

Mrs. Hooch quickly determined that Lannister's sternum had been injured.

She looked sharply at Ke Lan who just hit the ball. Ke Lan slowly lowered the broom, with an impeccable smile on his face, "Ma'am, this is just a minor injury. Quidditch is like this. Hitting your opponent with a Bludger is not a foul, right?"

"But this is school!"

Mrs Hooch emphasized.

But she didn't know how to punish for a while, so she found Snape and Professor McGonagall to discuss.

Snape looked at Professor McGonagall, "I think it's good to use tactics reasonably, at least within the rules. Of course, you can raise objections."

He looked at Professor McGonagall calmly, this witch that even he needed to respect, once he got angry, it would be easy for everyone.

"The game continues."

Professor McGonagall's tone was firm, and she looked at Mrs. Hooch with her brown-black eyes.

"Since it is a rule that Quidditch allows, then we should respect it, even if it makes some people win less honorably."

She waved the wand in her hand, and saw that the entire Quidditch grass was undulating like waves, and the grasses floated as if they were alive, as if they wanted to hold up anything that fell on them.

In the sun, it is like a green sea wave.

Snape's pupils contracted slightly, and he still underestimated this colleague, who was indeed the witch who was hailed as the most likely to become a great wizard in this century.

This hand transfiguration has really gone to the point of obfuscating the nature of things.

Professor McGonagall actually turned the huge Quidditch field into soft 'sea water'. Afterwards, even if the players fell, they would not suffer serious injuries.

And at Hogwarts, as long as you are not dead, there is a way to bring you back to life.

With Professor McGonagall casting a spell, the game continued.

The commentary also started to explain again, "Slytherin actually used the notorious Bulgarian Bludger killing tactic this time, let's see how Gryffindor responds."

Under Mr. Weasley's explanation, Mr. Stuart finally understood what is called a bludger killing tactic, which is probably no different from kicking a dirty ball.

He still couldn't help but wondered, "This is also possible?"

And Wallace Knott, who was sitting not far away, couldn't help but choked, "Of course, this is the wizarding world, not the Muggle world."

Gryffindor put on a substitute.

But the situation didn't improve, because this tactic required long-term training. Obviously, as a student team, Gryffindor became flustered when dealing with this tactic for the first time.

Soon, Gryffindor's substitutes were exhausted.

Allen stroked his drenched hair. It was not smooth for him to find the ball, because the opponent even used fouls to block him. Anyway, Slytherin had more substitutes than Gryffindor.

"We need a different tactic."

Allen's broom slowly landed beside Atlas.

"One for one?"

Atlas said viciously, "Teach those Slytherin snakes a hard lesson."

Well, I don't play Rogue Quidditch.

Allen said, "You keep an eye on the opponent's Seeker to prevent the Golden Snitch from being caught by him, and leave the rest to me."

Before Atlas could answer, Allen rushed out like a sharp arrow, but this time, his target was not the Golden Snitch, but two Bludgers.

The commentator also noticed Alan's movements, "Look, it's Gryffindor's Seeker Alan. He didn't look for the Snitch at this time to turn the tide. Instead, he gave up on the Snitch. What's the reason?"

Soon, everyone discovered that Allen rushed towards the two Bludgers, and this kind of ball has a certain degree of autonomy and will actively attack people around.

After discovering Alan, they quickly entangled Alan, but they had no choice but to do so under Alan's superb flying skills.

"Come and chase me."

Through the power of the waveguide, Allen took the initiative to 'communicate' with the Bludgers, arousing the anger of these two small balls, allowing them to focus on themselves and bite their brooms hard.

Suddenly he swooped down, bringing the Bludger less than two feet off the ground, in a V-up, and heading straight for a Slytherin player.

This player wanted to dodge and dodge, but under Allen's acceleration, he couldn't escape at all. Just when their teammates wanted to rescue, Allen dodged with a falcon, and the Bludger behind him had no time to turn, and slammed into the Slytherin one after another.

Huge cheers erupted from the audience.

Mr. Stuart frowned first, then smiled, and said to Mr. Weasley who was excitedly shaking hands beside him, "I seem to understand the fun of this game."

(End of this chapter)