A sharp Hogwarts

With the "death" of Slytherin's seeker, the game completely entered a fierce stage.

Marcus flew through the air like a heavy fighter jet, constantly trying to bite Harry's broom and knock him down.

On the other side, the Gryffindor House team, which was temporarily leading the score, also gave up the attack and began to circle around Harry to protect him, and took advantage of various opportunities to attack the Slytherin team captain who had turned into a "free man" - although Gryffindor's tactic is to protect six and one Seeker, but they don't mind knocking down all the opponents to win.

Gryffindor's points advantage began to come into play, and the number of vicious fouls on both sides began to increase crazily.

The sky above the Quidditch pitch seemed to turn into a colosseum, with thirteen players attacking their opponents with red eyes, trying to knock down one more player before the end of the game.

"Uh……"

Hermione watched Harry narrowly avoid Marcus's thrust again, and turned to look at Percy who was cheering and applauding beside him.

"Can this sport - Quidditch - really promote relationships between houses, increase friendships, and make Hogwarts a harmonious place?"

"Of course..." Percy said without looking back, "If there were no Quidditch, conflicts between colleges could only be resolved through duels. Compared with hundreds of people wielding magic knives and fighting in the corner of the castle, , the professors are obviously more inclined to use Quidditch matches to release their emotions - besides, don't look at the dangerous and intense scenes, they will not commit a direct ejection foul that is expressly prohibited by the Quidditch rules, not to mention, there are still other things in the sky. There are referees, and there are professors watching the game in the stands on the other side.”

Okay, this sounds reasonable. Compared with launching a large-scale weapon fight directly in the castle...

Hermione nodded. Anyway, she was not the one flying in the sky "fighting" now.

Gryffindor's offense became more and more fierce, while Slytherin's flagrant fouls and direct attacks became more dangerous.

Alia Spinnett's left arm seemed to be broken, and Marcus Flint's face was also covered in blood - Wood hit Marcus hard in the face when serving, but the two sides were temporarily Without losing the ability to fly or calling a timeout, Dalia and Mrs. Hooch signaled them to continue the game after making the penalty.

After several failed double-teams and attacks, the Slytherin team seemed to realize how difficult Harry was... he was just too flexible.

As the defending champion, the Slytherin team quickly adjusted their tactics and began to attack the Gryffindor team's goal.

Marcus Flint returned to the position of Slytherin's main attacker, while Harry was guarded by another chaser, Derrian Pusey.

"Slytherin has the ball," Lee Jordan explained. "Slytherin's captain, Marcus, ducked two Bludgers - and then the Weasley twins and Chaser Angelina - - There are no defenders in front - Now it's a one-on-one duel between the captains of both sides - Wood chooses to take the initiative - missed - the Slytherin team scores again! Now the score is 70 to 60, Slytherin After a series of fierce attacks, the team actually completed the reversal of the score!"

Slytherin's cheers echoed in the air like a tsunami, mixed with the roars and groans of the Gryffindors.

I have to say that the Slytherin team is indeed stronger than Gryffindor on the offensive end:

Gryffindor's three Chasers were all girls, so they undoubtedly suffered a lot in terms of explosiveness and confrontation.

As the Gryffindor team fell into a difficult battle, Harry became anxious. He hovered in the air and squinted his eyes to search for the flash of golden light.

The situation was getting ugly, and he had to catch the Golden Snitch before Slytherin could complete a big reversal.

Just when Harry dodged a Bludger that whirled and flew past his scalp, an accident suddenly happened.

His broom shook suddenly and horribly.For a moment, he thought he was going to fall.

Harry grabbed the broom handle tightly with both hands and clamped it tightly with his knees.He had never felt so scared and out of control.

Again.

It was as if the broomstick was trying desperately to throw him down.

However, it stands to reason that Nimbus 2000 would not suddenly decide to throw its owner down.

Harry tried to turn toward the Gryffindor goalpost; he had half an idea of ​​calling Wood to a timeout—and then he found that his broomstick was completely out of control.He couldn't get it to turn around.He couldn't direct it at all.

The broomstick turned left and right through the air, swishing violently from time to time, and almost fell him off it.

Li was still explaining endlessly.

"Slytherin gets the ball - Flint gets the Quaffle - goes around Spinnet - goes around Bell - gets hit so hard in the face by a Bludger that he hopes to break his nose - Just kidding, Professor - Slytherin team scored - oh, no... the difference between the two sides has now expanded to 40 points..."

The Slytherins cheered.No one seemed to notice that Harry's broomstick was behaving strangely.

beep—

At this moment, a sharp whistle suddenly sounded in the venue.

Dalia blew the silver whistle to signal that the game was temporarily suspended. After several penalties, she was now very proficient.

Mrs. Hooch turned her head to look at Dalia in confusion, and was about to ask her the reason for calling the timeout, but the next moment she found the reason.

"Oh my God, what is that kid doing-"

Mrs. Huo Qi raised her head and looked at the figure above that was twitching, rolling, and flying higher and higher.

"I really don't know what Harry wants to do."

Hagrid muttered.He looked carefully through the telescope, "If I didn't know him so well, I would have thought he couldn't control his broom - but it's impossible for him..." At the same time, people in the stands also noticed something was wrong, and they all pointed upward. Looking at Harry.

Harry's broomstick was rolling and rolling, and Harry could barely hold on without falling.

Suddenly, the broomstick twisted wildly again, and Harry was thrown off by it.

He was now hanging on the broom handle with only one hand.

"Did something go wrong with the broom when Flint ran into him just now?" Seamus whispered.

"Or secretly put a curse on Harry's broom. I heard George say that the Slytherin team sometimes carries knives to the sky." Ron said solemnly.

"Impossible," Hagrid said, his voice trembling slightly, "Except for powerful black magic, nothing can interfere with a flying broomstick - it is impossible for those Slytherin students to do this to Nimbus 2000. As for the magic, there is either something wrong with the broom, or there is a powerful wizard-"

After hearing this, Hermione grabbed Hagrid's telescope.

Instead of looking up at Harry, she began to look anxiously at the crowd.

"What are you doing?" Ron groaned, his face ashen.

"I'd guessed it," gasped Hermione, "it's Snape - look."

Ron grabbed the binoculars.Snape stood in the middle of the stands opposite them.His eyes were fixed on Harry and he was mumbling something silently.

"He's up to no good - jinxing the broomstick," said Hermione.

"what should we do?"

"Look at me."

Before Ron could say another word, Hermione disappeared.

Ron pointed the telescope lens at Harry again.

The broomstick was shaking so hard that Harry couldn't hang for much longer.

Now, the audience all stood up and stared in horror. Many people subconsciously pulled out their magic knives and prepared to help.