Harry Potter and the Secret Treasure

"Come on!" shrieked Mrs Hooch, rising steeply between them, "Gryffindor penalty for unprovoked attack on Chaser! Slytherin penalty for intentionally injuring Chaser!"

Mrs. Hooch's punishment could not stop the anger of both sides, but made the situation worse. Or more accurately, this was originally Slytherin's battle plan. They began to frequently attack the Gryffindor players with various excuses.

Everyone was very angry about what Slytherin had done.

Ron was yelling at Flint, Hermione frowned and tried to stop him, when Lee Jordan shouted, "Damn, you dirty, liars..."

"Jordan, if you can't comment impartially..." Professor McGonagall stopped.

"I'm just commenting, Professor!" Lee exclaimed. "It's disgusting to see what these guys are doing."

Indeed, this game is the dirtiest ball game Ivan has ever seen.

Due to Slytherin's frequent fouls, the score gap was quickly narrowed.

They began to fight for the ball by any means. Bol hit Aaliyah with a stick and wanted to say that he thought she was a Bludger, and Angelina was the focus of attention.

The Slytherins, as big as furbolgs, rushed at Angelina at every opportunity, hoping to knock her off their broomsticks.

In the face of Slytherin's provocation, Fred and George were not to be outdone. Fred swung his bat around Arya and Angelina to protect them, and George elbowed Bol's head. face as revenge.

But it didn't work. Flint and Derek took advantage of the absence of Fred and George to point their sticks at Wood. They hit Wood in the stomach one after another without the Quaffle. department.

Wood grabbed the broom and rolled in the air, fully bent.

Madame Hooch was so mad that she screamed at Flint and Derek, "You can't hit the keeper unless the Quaffle is in the end zone, Gryffindor takes the penalty!"

Free throws are not a punishment for Slytherin at all, they don't care at all, but frequently use the advantages brought by fouls to narrow the gap between the two sides.

The Gryffindor players were obviously very uncomfortable. In Wood's training and tactical arrangements, this situation was never considered.

And they couldn't give up the game, they could only grit their teeth and persist.

The waves of anger in the auditorium were higher and higher, and Ron and several other boys even wanted to rush to the opposite stand to give the Slytherins a hard lesson.

Fortunately, Gryffindor still leads by sixty points, as long as Harry catches the Snitch!

In mid-air, Harry could almost feel hundreds of eyes following him around the pitch, he was flying higher than anyone else now, and Malfoy sped up after him.

All the tension from before the start of the game was gone, he was in better shape than ever, and as he flew over the Ravenclaw stands, he saw the Snitch flashing twenty feet above him.

Harry accelerated violently, the wind whistling in his ears.

He stretched out his hand, and was about to touch the Golden Snitch, but at this moment, the Firebolt suddenly slowed down!

Startled, Harry looked around.

He saw Malfoy lunge forward, grab the Firebolt by the tail, and pull it back.

"What are you doing!" Harry wanted to hit Malfoy angrily, but he couldn't reach him.

Malfoy gasped as he grabbed the Firebolt hard, but there was a malicious gleam in his eye.He got his wish, and the golden snitch disappeared again.

"Free throw, Gryffindor free throw! I've never seen such a tactic!"

Madam Hooch screamed and flew straight up towards Malfoy, who was sliding back to his Nimbus 2001.

"You deceitful bastard!" Lee Jordan yelled into the microphone, jumping out of Professor McGonagall's reach. "You dirty, deceitful bastard..."

Lee Jordan didn't have to dodge, and Professor McGonagall didn't even bother to stop him.

She was pumping her fists in Malfoy's direction, her hat fell off, and she was also screaming furiously.

Beside her, Sirius was even more furious. He pulled out his wand without saying a word, and a red light flew straight towards Malfoy from the bottom up. No one knew what it was curse.

This behavior is obviously irrational, but it is indeed in line with Sirius' style.

All the audience screamed until their voices were hoarse. They saw Sirius' spell stopped by a silver light in mid-air, and the two phases collided to emit a dazzling light.That was Snape's magic, with a sinister smile on his face, looking back at Sirius defiantly.

Professor McGonagall was very surprised by what the two of them did, and she hurriedly stopped Sirius, telling him not to make any more drastic moves.

This unexpected interlude brought the game to a climax when, under Mrs Hooch's instructions, Arya began taking penalties for Gryffindor.

But she was so enraged that she sent the ball several feet from the goal.

The Gryffindor team was distracted, while all the Slytherins were delighted by Malfoy's success with Harish and Snape's strong performance.

Their whole team was inspired to fly higher and faster.

Chapter 294 Sirius' Tears

The situation on the field began to change, and the Slytherin team gradually gained the upper hand.

"The Slytherin team got the Quaffle, the Slytherin team attacked, and Montagu scored!" Li Jordan moaned, "Oh, no! Seventy to twenty, Gryffindor is temporarily ahead, but the situation is very tense Wonderful, if you can't take a countermeasure, I'm afraid..."

"Damn Slytherin, despicable Malfoy!" Ron waved his arms and shouted angrily, "If Gryffindor loses the game, I will not let Malfoy go, I swear I will ..."

Rarely, Hermione didn't stop Ron from swearing at Malfoy.

At this time, she was staring nervously at the sky, holding Ivan's arm with both hands.

Ivan didn't remind her that he knew Hermione must be very nervous, because he was equally nervous, concentrating all his attention on Harry's figure in the sky.

Directly above the crowd, Harry and Malfoy intertwined.

Neither of them would back down, and their broomsticks and knees often touched each other.

Harry seemed determined to stop whatever Malfoy was doing.

"Get out of the way, Potter!" Malfoy yelled resignedly, as he tried to turn the corner, only to find Harry blocking his path.

Harry didn't speak. Malfoy's action of grabbing the tail of the Firebolt just now made him very angry.

He now made up his mind to decide the outcome with Malfoy and directly engage in a physical confrontation.

This move greatly exceeded Malfoy's expectations, and made him unable to take measures.

You know, in the Quidditch game, the seeker rarely has physical contact with other players, let alone such a high-intensity confrontation like now.

The team's only requirements for the Seeker are top speed and adept control of the broomstick, and in order to maintain speed, the Seeker must deliberately lose weight.

Now such a reckless collision and blocking like Harry's is unprecedented in a regular game, so it's no wonder Malfoy can't adapt.

Even Harry himself was very thin, but he was able to grit his teeth and persevere. From this point of view, he was much stronger than the weak-willed Malfoy.

Not surprisingly, after several high-intensity collisions, Malfoy was quickly defeated. He looked flustered and quickly lowered his altitude, looking for help from other team members.

But no one was able to help him, and just a second before Malfoy's rapid descent, Angelina grabbed the ball again.

On the field, except for Malfoy, all the Slytherin players, even the goalkeeper, were speeding towards Angelina. They were about to block her, but it seemed more like they took this opportunity to finish her off.

Malfoy descended rapidly, with Harry hot on his heels, all at top speed.

The two of them rushed towards the Slytherin team like two falling meteors.

In order to avoid Malfoy and Harry, the Slytherin team all dispersed. Malfoy and Derek, who couldn't dodge, collided with everything, and the two rolled to the ground together.

Everything happened so fast that no one knew what was going on.

The Slytherins were all stunned, looking at what was happening in disbelief, they only saw Malfoy attacking his own team members.

At the critical moment, Harry pulled the Firebolt, bypassing the obstacles in front of him and ascending rapidly.

Because of him and Malfoy, the Slytherin encirclement formation was disrupted, and the path ahead of Angelina was cleared.

"She scored! She scored! Gryffindor leads eighty to twenty!" Lee Jordan shouted excitedly.

At the same time, Harry, who had just returned to the middle of the field, also spotted the Snitch, just a few feet away from the lawn, where there were golden spots of light shining.

Malfoy, who had just fallen from the sky, was very close to it, but he hadn't noticed it yet, and he and Derek were blaming each other.

Harry pushed the Firebolt downward, and everyone noticed his movement, and then they also spotted the Snitch floating above the lawn.

The Slytherins quickly reminded Malfoy, who froze for a moment, with a flash of greed and ecstasy on his face, that he was now much closer to the Snitch than Harry was.

He started to pick up speed too, and Malfoy felt victory so close to him like never before.

As long as he can catch the Snitch before Harry, he's a Slytherin hero, he's the best...

The noisy Quidditch field was instantly silent, and everyone was staring at Harry and Malfoy.

Ivan noticed that Harry pushed his feet back and kept urging the Firebolt, and he gradually caught up with Malfoy.

Bol hit him with a Bludger, and Harry dodged it by ducking on his broomstick.

His speed was so fast that only a phantom could be seen clearly, he was already near Malfoy's ankle, and in a blink of an eye he was parallel to him again.

At the last moment, Harry threw himself forward, taking both hands off his broomstick.Like a promotional animation made by Alvin and Sirius, Harry leaps forward like a lion, off the broomstick, he knocks Malfoy's arm away, and...

He stopped his descent, hands up, and the grandstand exploded.

Harry flew above the crowd with a strange ringing in his ears.

He gripped the little golden ball, and it flapped its wings hopelessly between his fingers.

Won! ! !

Gryffindor won the game! ! !

Ivan rushed to the center of the field with everyone, and the entire Gryffindor team flew down hugging each other.

Because of the excitement, everyone cried out.

"We won the trophy! We won the trophy!" There was an endless stream of cheers and shouts around, and everyone shouted until their voices became hoarse.

Malfoy looked at Harry angrily for a long time, and then followed the Slytherin team to leave the field sadly. The entire Quidditch field was completely turned into a sea of ​​scarlet.

Today is destined to be Gryffindor's holiday. The red crowd rushed over the barriers to the stadium wave after wave, and countless hands fell on the players like raindrops.

Ivan didn't go up to hug them like the others, he stopped at the edge of the field, and Sirius stood there alone, his face full of relief.

"This game is more exciting than any game in my impression. Harry played very well. He is an excellent seeker, even better than his father!" Sirius whispered to Ivan, he used Wiping the corners of his eyes with the back of his hand, his voice was slightly hoarse, "Yes, that's right, Harry has grown up, so James should be able to rest assured..."

Although he tried his best to restrain himself, the tears still flowed out.

To be honest, it was the first time Ivan saw Sirius cry like this. Even when he caught Peter Pettigrew and explained the truth of the incident to Harry, he was not like this now.In Ivan's impression, he originally thought that a brave wizard like Sirius would never shed tears.

Because he is fearless, after being betrayed by his trusted friend and his only best friend died because of himself, nothing can touch his heart anymore.

Even if it was tears, he should have shed them all during the 13 years he was imprisoned in Azkaban!

But today, Sirius was crying, like any other young wizard who was thrilled to get the Quidditch trophy.

In an instant, Ivan felt the loneliness and relief of Sirius. He had a feeling that as Harry grew up, the former hero was slowly getting old.

Ivan didn't know how to persuade Sirius. Maybe Harry's performance today could untie his knot and let him come out of endless self-blame...

Chapter 295 Buckbeak and Flight

On the Quidditch pitch, Harry and the rest of the team were lifted onto their shoulders by the crowd.

Everyone led them towards the rostrum, outside the crowd, Hagrid waved the huge scarlet wreath specially prepared for him by Ivan, and shouted loudly, "You beat them, Harry, you beat them! Wait, I'm going to tell Buckbeak about this!"

Beside him was an excited Percy, jumping up and down like a madman.

Because of the excitement, everyone even forgot their dignity.

Compared to Sirius, who was secretly wiping away tears, Professor McGonagall was crying more than anyone else, and she was wiping away tears with a huge Gryffindor banner.

Dumbledore, who hadn't appeared just now, did not know when he came to the Quidditch field. He smiled and held the huge Quidditch trophy in his hand.

Wood sobbed as he took the trophy, held it high and passed it to Harry.

The trophy was passed between each team member, and then all the Gryffindor students in turn.

Colin held the camera and frantically pressed the shutter. When the trophy was passed to him, he was so excited that he almost passed out.He asked others to take a photo of him, but it was not alone, but asked Ai Wen to stand with him.

According to Colin, after hearing the stories he told, Ivan has become his younger brother's new idol, and this photo will be sent directly to the other party as a gift.

After that, Ivan also asked Colin to take a few photos of him, Harry, Ron, and Hermione.

Although he didn't pay much attention to these things, what Colin said just now reminded him that these photos can be used as gifts.

Ever since Aiwen's experience of catching Peter Pettigrew alone and saving Sirius was published in the "Daily Prophet", he has inexplicably gained a lot of admirers, most of whom are like Brother Colin who has not yet reached the school age. little wizard.

Many people began writing to him regularly and sending him cards on Christmas Day.However, most of them are fresh for a while, and children are the most forgetful.After a few months, they gradually stopped sending him letters when Ivan didn't reply.

The only exception is a ten-year-old girl from France named Gabriel de la Cour, who writes to him twice a week regardless of whether Ivan replies or not.In addition to the three letter papers that were very full, there were also pictures, photos, and some small gifts for Aiwen. This perseverance made Aiwen very ashamed.

So when Colin said to give the photo to his younger brother as a gift, Ivan thought of Gabrielle.

Although today's match has nothing to do with him, he promised the other party to introduce friends around him to her.

The grand carnival to celebrate Gryffindor winning the Quidditch trophy lasted for a long time. In addition to Professor McGonagall, Sirius, and Hagrid, there were many Ravenclaw and Hufflepuff students who came to Gryffindor. Fendor's Common Room joins them.