This Hogwarts is not normal

Snape's face stinks.

Especially in the first 10 minutes, the Slytherin team didn't even score a goal.

Under the cover of his low air pressure, the little snakes around were trembling.

"Wayne scored another goal, this is already fifteen goals in a row!"

Snape, with trembling lips, stood up suddenly.

Draco, who realized something, also stood up.

"When Wei Encai is home, if you grab the ball, you will fall down!"

With Snape's admiring little eyes, he worked even harder.

"Vayne is blind, and the pitch will definitely miss!"

The little snakes all stood up, yelling with all their might.

Li Lian couldn't bear such a despicable method.

"Slytherin students are interfering with the game in an organized way. This is an extremely shameful behavior!"

"We are scolding Vayne!" Draco said this quite righteously.

The little lions were all pissed off.Fun Court

"Shit, Malfoy!" Ron scolded directly.

"Shut up, red-haired dead skunk!" Draco's counterattack was very powerful.

"Fack!" Alfred yelled angrily, taking off his school robe and rushing to fight.

"Calm down, Ah Fu!" James hurriedly pulled him back, "We have to save some face for the losers."

"Well said!" Neville puffed out his chest.

It's just that he was stared at by Snape, and subconsciously shrank his neck back.

"Oh, Wayne scored again!"

Li cast a disdainful look at Slytherin, "He has a very stable mentality and is not affected by some shameless villains at all."

"Mr. Jordan—"

"Good professor."

The situation on the field was already very clear, but Marcus had no intention of admitting defeat at all.

As the captain and chaser, how could he not even throw a ball.

Vincent held the Quaffle and threw off two batsmen, and the big man charged straight up diagonally.

"Wayne!"

With such a heart-piercing roar, he was so startled that he tilted his broom handle to the right, and rolled to avoid the big claw.

Marcus stopped abruptly and turned the broom with great strength.

He grinned like a gorilla.

"Wow, Captain Flint has a big problem, I feel like he's going to do some dirty tricks."

"Mr. Jordan—"

"Good professor."

Mag withdrew his gaze from Li, then squinted again and set up the binoculars.

Vincent knew that there was something wrong with the big man chasing after him without the narrator's prompting.

"Dude, bow your head!"

Fred's Bludger went past his head.

Seeing that the ball was about to hit Marcus's face, he threw out his right hand as hard as Vincent.

"Flint is a despicable imitation!" Seeing Mag staring at him, Li added, "But it also proves that his hands are as strong as Wayne."

"Wayne is stupid, his ball hand is shaking!" Draco didn't even hide it this time.

Unfortunately, Vincent was not affected, and even turned around and flew away from the goal.

He knew that Marcus behind him wanted to hit him before he threw the ball.

The heavier the result, the better, and it is best to exit directly.

"Wayne is stupid, he can't tell right from left!"

Hearing Draco's repeated provocations, Vincent flew directly towards the Slytherin auditorium.

He held up a finger mockingly behind him, then pointed fifty feet down.

There was Draco who was still shouting, and Snape who was expressionless.

"Run into it if you have the ability..." Marcus understood the shape of his mouth, and instantly increased his speed.

Impulsivity is a Gryffindor trait.

Calmness belongs to Slytherin.

But at this moment, the two seem to have switched.

Vincent's choice of angle is very tricky, and Marcus's sweep of six stars is also very powerful.

It's just that compared with the rogue rabbit, its performance is three generations behind.

"Wayne is playing tricks, move—" Draco yelled halfway and saw Vincent rushing over, and hurriedly squatted under the seat with his head in his arms.

"Hoo--" The extremely terrifying wind pressure passed by.

Snape's greasy hair was disheveled.

If the little wizard who dared to fly past him was not fast enough, he would have been kicked to the deepest part of the forbidden forest.

"Catch!" Vincent threw the Quaffle.

This direction is between Draco and Snape.

If there is no precise control ability, I am afraid that it will fall directly.

Without even thinking about it, Marcus hugged the Quaffle in his arms.

"shi—"

This ball is not easy.

It made Marcus wobble a bit, and upset the balance that Sweeping Six Stars maintained.

"Fa—" Draco who quietly opened his eyes cursed almost at the same time.

Marcus, who was nearly 1.8 meters tall, slammed down at full speed, and his power was comparable to a solid Muggle shell.

"Flint fell and deserved it!"

Draco couldn't bear the weight, so he vomited out his breakfast on the spot.

"Foul! Wayne fouled!" Snape stood up abruptly, glaring at Vincent who was putting on an innocent face not far away.

"Professor~" George flew over, "Can you afford to lose~"

The pitiful little eyes made Snape's nostrils open and close in anger.

The commentator Li is very conscientious, "Based on my years of watching football, Wayne probably intends to concede a goal, but I didn't expect that Flint is so good that he can't even hold the ball steadily."

The whole arena was suddenly full of joy,

Except Slytherin.

The one who laughed the most was Ron.

The moment he saw Draco being picked up by Crabbe and Goyle, he was so happy that he almost fell under the seat.

Harry was also in a good mood.

If the situation continues like this, it doesn't seem to matter whether the Snitch can be found or not.

"I'm fine!" Marcus shook his head and returned to the field with the Quaffle.

He headed straight for the Gryffindor goal, and the road was clear.

Wood, who was guarding the three goals, hooked his fingers at him.

"Oliver Wood!" Marcus roared, throwing the Quaffle.

While quickly flying to the right, Wood also pulled up the broom and made a rolling motion.

"It's a pity that the Quaffle got hit by the broomstick~"

Lee made no secret of his blatant sarcasm.

The little snakes exploded on the spot.

"Put me down! I can continue!" Draco, who was lifted up, struggled back to the auditorium.

"Wood is stupid, Wayne is an asshole!"

The young master, whose face was full of incompetence and rage, was targeted by Vincent again.

He ignored the Quaffle and sped towards the Slytherin stand.

"Wayne is a mess, playing ball is all about being dirty!"

The fierce wind tousled Draco's perfectly neatly combed blond hair.

Vincent circled around and turned back.

"Wayne can't afford to lose, every time—"

Taking a gulp of air, Draco raised his head and burped.

"Wayne is a bitch—"

"Wayne—"

"Wei—"

After going back and forth several times, he was full.

"Malfoy is very smart and knows how to interfere with Wayne with this kind of obscene means."

Li turned his gaze back to the arena, "Oh, I've given you enough chances, but you're still useless."

This time Mag didn't say anything, even the corners of his mouth were raised slightly.

The shame of the years will be doubled today!

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