Harry Potter and the Legend of the Temple

Louis saw Harry, who was chasing the Golden Snitch in the sky, stop. He seemed to be paying attention to the singing, but was quickly scolded by Angelina, telling him to focus on finding the golden piece that could determine the success or failure of the game. Snitch.

Meng Tai's hand was raised high, and he was operating the Quaffle, throwing it forward in an unexpected way.

Everyone held their breath, only Slytherin's singing became louder and louder:

"Weasley is our king, Weasley is our king."

"With this kind of shooting, he won't succeed without anyone's cooperation." Li Jordan shouted, "Stop it, Ron!"

But soon the expectations of the Gryffindors turned into sighs of disappointment, while cheers from the Slytherin side broke out one after another.

The Quaffle passed under his hand and hit the door frame.

"Slytherin scores!" Li Jordan said while pushing the score to ten to zero. "Slytherin is in the lead now. Ron responded well, but he was just unlucky."

"Weasley was born in a trash can, and he always puts the Quaffle into the door..."

"That's too much!" Hermione said angrily, "How could they do this?"

"This is one of their methods." Louis spread his hands, "Although it is shameless, there is nothing they can do. They did not violate the rules."

This is the only thing Malfoy can think of.

"My sister invited a lot of Slytherins to learn this song." Astoria was helpless. "Everyone in the academy wants to win, but they have to admit that Harry Potter is indeed stronger than Malfoy. powerful."

The seeker is the key to determining the outcome of the game. Even if Ron loses 180 balls, as long as Harry catches the Golden Snitch, victory still belongs to Gryffindor.

This is why they didn't panic at all even when they saw Ron so nervous.

The Slytherins became more and more courageous as they fought. They quickly shuttled through the crowd, using their strong physical advantages and the Nimbus 2001, leaving the Gryffindor chasers at a loss.

Angelina hurriedly organized her team to defend, but due to Slytherin's offensive, the only ones who could stop them now were the Weasley brothers.

Montague passed the ball hand-to-hand with Warrington, and at the moment the Bludger was about to hit his broom, he threw the ball hard toward the basket.

With the support of Slytherin's debuff, Ron once again failed to stop the Quaffle. His body subconsciously stepped back, and the ball entered the frame steadily, twenty to zero.

Immediately afterwards, Montai directed the players to continue attacking. Kesevich and Warrington broke through successively, each contributing ten points to the team.

Forty to zero, the Slytherin players seemed to have discovered Gryffindor's weakness and focused on attacking Ron. They had given up on fancy tactics. As long as they grabbed the ball and tried their best to shoot, Ron would probably not be able to stop him. .

"Weasley was born in a trash can, Weasley is our king!"

When the score was locked at seventy to zero, all the sounds on the field were drowned out by Slytherin's singing. The current situation is very bad. Gryffindor has never been so beaten by Slytherin.

Angelina Johnson signaled Mrs. Hooch to take a break, but as soon as she made that gesture, a bludger hit her ankle with lightning speed.

"Foul! A naked foul!"

Mrs. Hooch quickly stopped the game. The bludger was hit by Lucalis. Angelina fell to the ground in pain. It was very uncomfortable to fall from a high altitude, and her foot was broken by the Bludger.

The Gryffindor auditorium instantly burst into dissatisfaction. Louis led Hermione Astoria, Ginny and Colin through the crowd to the Gryffindor players off the court.

Several professors were already gathered around, and Professor McGonagall's eyes were very ugly. It seemed that Angelina was injured unclearly.

"Shameless! How shameless!"

Fred burst out, and Lucalis obviously did it on purpose. This kind of flagrant foul is very common on the Quidditch field, but due to the immaturity of the rules, there is no good way to punish flagrant fouls.

This also made Lucalis so unscrupulous in attacking Angelina. Even if it was a free throw in the end, he would only lose ten points at most.

However, the timeout called by the captain was only ten minutes. In her current state, it was absolutely impossible for her to play again.

"Louis, please."

She endured the severe pain and told Louis that it was fortunate that the substitution mechanism was added this year, otherwise one less chaser would be even worse for Gryffindor, which was already lagging far behind.

"Don't worry, leave it to me." Louis assured her, he hated bastards who were unsportsmanlike on the court.

Originally, he was still worried about whether Astoria would be embarrassed if he defeated Slytherin, but now it seems that there is no need.

"Drink this and you will feel better."

He handed the fountain of life to Angelina, and then took out the broom from the Stone of Life.

Ron's condition was not particularly good, he had conceded six or seven goals, and he was already ashamed. But watching Louis play, for some reason, he felt a little calmer.

"Harry, try your best to find the Golden Snitch, the sooner the better, at least before Malfoy." Louis commanded. After Angelina left the field, he became the captain invisibly, "Others, old Such tactics, stop their chasers, and leave the rest to me.”

With Mrs. Hooch's whistle, the Gryffindors instantly took off into the air. Louis used this broom for the first time. The speed-up feeling was even comparable to the Firebolt lent to him by Astoria.

"Coming back from the intermission, we can see that Gryffindor has made personnel changes, and the player who came on the field is none other than Louis Wiggins, who made a great contribution in the game against Hufflepuff the year before. Oh my God, Merlin What kind of broom is he riding on?"

Li Jordan's explanation attracted everyone's attention, and even the Slytherins forgot to sing the song.

"Starfitter! Oh my God, I can actually see this kind of broomstick in a country other than the United States." Li Jordan said excitedly. It was obvious that he was a pure Quidditch fan. "This is a world-class broomstick. Although not as good as the Firebolt, the workmanship is not much worse. They are the standard equipment of the US national team. Because of this, Starfinger is never sold to wizards in other countries, so it is almost impossible for you to watch it in countries other than the United States. I don't know how Wiggins got it."

"Jordan, commentate on the game." Professor McGonagall scolded from the side, and she had returned to the commentator's seat.

"Sorry, Professor, I got a little excited." Li Qiaodan joked, "By the way, the Star Rider is faster than the Nimbus series!"

"Jordan!"

"Okay, let's get back to the game." Li Jordan said calmly, "Now Gryffindor has to take a free throw. The one who comes out is Arya Spinnet. Be careful, Slytherin. Arya is our shooter. Champion, that’s right, she handled the test easily, and Gryffindor gets ten points.”

The Gryffindor seats erupted in cheers. This was also the first goal scored in such a long time.