Hogwarts Dances with Dragons

Quidditch is more interesting than Alvin imagined.

This sport has the offense of basketball, the coolness of baseball, the cooperation of football, and the brutality of rugby. The players ride on broomsticks and perform various difficult moves, and there is also a sense of speed and passion.

Because of the dishonesty of the Slytherin players, the game only started for 10 minutes, and the confrontation on the field entered a fierce stage.

When Slytherin captain Marcus deliberately bumped into Harry, Alvin almost rushed out of the stands - if Hermione hadn't caught him in time.

In the stands, there were cheers, roars, and shouts.

Neville and Ron shouted: "Come on Harry!"

Alvin was roaring: "Fred! Fuck him! What are you doing with the ball? Hit his head! It's as easy as breaking a watermelon! You can do it! George! Help him!"

Hermione covered her face: "Hitting foul..."

Alvin roared: "But it's not illegal!"

There is no such thing as a crime in hand-to-hand combat in the wizarding world, let alone on the Quidditch field.

In the arena, the Quaffle bounced between the two teams in a dizzying manner, and the Bludger was like two cannonballs, roaring and wreaking havoc in the air.

Ivan stared intently at the players from the two teams, watching them flip and prance in the air on broomsticks, making dashing stops from time to time, or struggling like wheels, with longing and bright eyes.

Because of Slytherin's bad play, the score of the game soon reached 40:10. Hermione and Hagrid, who had just arrived, grabbed Alvin tightly to prevent him from rushing out of the stands.

The little lions of Gryffindor were also furious. Although Gryffindor was awarded a penalty kick due to a foul, the Slytherin team's tactics were really bad. Not long after the game started, everyone except Harry The players were well protected, and the other Gryffindor players were more or less injured.

boom!

Angelina gets knocked out again by Flint.

Ivan desperately reached for the railings of the stands with his toes: "Xiao Xiba! You bastards! I'm going to skin you! Cut off your dirty hands and stuff them into your mother's pussy..."

The more unpleasant words that followed failed to bloom as they should because Hermione covered her mouth in time.

Suddenly, a golden light flashed in the sky.

Alvin's eyes widened: "Uh-huh!"

Harry also noticed this rare opportunity and jumped out like an arrow from a string.

Slytherin's seeker Terrence followed closely behind, and the two chased each other. Finally, Harry suddenly stopped suddenly, turned around and made a fist gesture, and dived suddenly during the opponent's evasion. Finally, he was one foot above the ground. where the golden snitch was caught.

clang--

"Harry Potter caught the Golden Snitch! Gryffindor won 170 points to [-] points!"

Following Lee Jordan's voice, there were cheers from the students of Gryffindor, Hufflepuff and Ravenclaw.

Ivan stepped on the railing and looked up to the sky laughing. Hermione could even see the black magic flame in his throat. While she was curious about the other person's body structure, she couldn't help but feel funny at the same time.

"Don't you like transportation?" Hermione teased.

"It's not me on the broom!" Alvin completely forgot about his previous dislike of Quidditch.

Hermione shook her head, feeling helpless at this fickle man.

In the afternoon, there was a lot of excitement in the Gryffindor common room, and Fred and George brought a lot of delicious food from the kitchen.

"Too weak! It's really too weak! You guys!" Ivan crossed his arms and said with arrogance: "Slytherin was ahead by forty points! If Harry hadn't caught the Golden Snitch in the end , you lose!"

"What are you talking about?" Fred shook his head after hearing this: "The strength of the college teams is basically the same."

"Yeah, except Hufflepuff," George added.

Wood explained: "In fact, the reason why Slytherin is ahead is because they frequently cause fouls, and secondly, their brooms are indeed a little better..."

"It's much better." George was a little helpless: "Their brooms are basically Comet 260 grade, which is almost equivalent to the seven-star sweep. But Fred and I are still using the previous generation's five-star sweep, which is faster. The control and control are quite different..."

"It is also worth mentioning that our three chasers are all girls. Although we have the advantage technically, it is difficult for us to take the initiative in terms of ball possession. Coupled with their dirty foul methods, it is even more difficult. Done." Wood sighed.

"Are your brooms bad?" Alvin was puzzled: "Doesn't the school provide brooms uniformly?"

"Of course not!" Wood shook his head: "Except for Harry's Nimbus 2000, which was given by Professor McGonagall, of course, he is indeed worthy of it. Everyone else's broomsticks are their own."

Fred added: "By the way, George and I's Five-Star Sweep is a full fifty miles slower than Harry's Nimbus 2000, not to mention its controllability..."

Wood curled his lips: "Actually, the family conditions of the Slytherin members are not bad."

George smiled sarcastically: "Yes, how many people in the blood circle are in poor condition?"

Ivan held his chin and thought for a while: "In that case, if you are all replaced with Nimbus 2000..."

"Huh? You really dare to think!" Wood said angrily: "Give my whole team Nimbus 2000, and I can lead them into the Quidditch League!"

"What is that?" Ivan asked.

"A league composed of the thirteen best teams in Britain and Ireland." Fred joked: "Wood has always wanted to join a professional team after graduation. In fact, he already has the standards of a professional player-except for his temper. He loves to throw the ball when he is angry."

"Really?" Ivan nodded: "In that case, let me change the brooms for you. How about Nimbus 2000?"

As soon as the words fell, the three of them fell silent.

Wood swallowed and licked his dry lips: "Nursing tool kit?"

Alvin: "A serious broom that can be ridden."

Wood stood up straight like a zombie, staring straight at Alvin: "What do you want to eat? I'll get it for you? Where's the drink? Are you tired from sitting? Do you want me to give you a shoulder squeeze... "

Alvin smiled: "You look like a house elf..."

"What does it look like!" Wood held his hand and said passionately, "I am it!"

Wood would definitely not believe what others said, but given Ivan's strength, it was quite convincing - he could rob the money even if he robbed it.

"Are you serious? Can you give us a new batch of brooms?" Fred didn't bother teasing Wood anymore: "But...where did you get the money?"

"Ha..." Ivan sneered, raised his right hand slightly, and countless gold galleons fell from the bright silver magic circle: "Do I have to tell you that I am so rich that I can't rival my country?"

Wood stared blankly at the falling gold coins, his heart beating violently.

"Are you really sure?" George reminded: "That's not a small sum of money."

After hearing this, Ai Wen raised his left hand, and there was still a bright silver magic circle, but this time what popped out was not gold coins, but gold nuggets!

Wood's eyes were vague: "Is this the funds of our Dark Knight team?"

Fred, George: "..."