Harry Potter: Glory Bows to Me

Amanta rode up into the air on her broom and looked around the field, searching for the Golden Snitch.

The only difference from usual was that the dark crowd in the stands were waving flags and banners, cheering hard for the team they supported.

But the voices supporting Slytherin were somewhat weak.

After all, in addition to Gryffindor itself, Ravenclaw and Hufflepuff also support Gryffindor, even if they do not think that Gryffindor can win a big victory against Slytherin.

After all, Slytherin's strength in winning the Quidditch Cup for two consecutive years is not false.

"careful!"

Derian shouted in her direction.

Amanta subconsciously lowered her head and dived, narrowly avoiding a Bludger that was hitting her.

George and Fred high-fived each other in the air.

"We can't let Miss Merlin feel that the competition is too easy."

"Bullying girls is not a good thing. Your mother will blame you."

"Hey, it was you who hit the Bludger just now."

The Weasley brothers were gliding around on their broomsticks and even joking around as usual.

But they swung their bats mercilessly, and ever since the Bludger had flown over, they had been trying to hit the Bludger in Amanta's direction whenever they had a chance.

Amanta realized that she had become the target of the Gryffindor team.

After all, the seeker position was the most targeted position by the opposing Quidditch team, and she was a novice - a first-year at that.

With so many buffs stacked on her, it's not surprising that Gryffindor developed a plan specifically for her.

The Weasley brothers moved easily between the rings at both ends of the court, hitting the Bludgers towards Amanta from the left and right.

Fred hit it towards Amanta, and George was already in a position where he could hit the Bludger next time. Then, he hit the Bludger towards Amanta again, and Fred was already waiting at the next destination of the Bludger.

Their cooperation is seamless.

Jordan kept praising them in his commentary.

"Fred, George, my dear brothers, this is a tactic that our excellent Gryffindors came up with. Look at the coordination, I dare say, this is a coordination that only twins can perform."

But Amanta didn't feel so good.

She was forced to zip around the Quidditch pitch on her broomstick as the Weasley twins hit her with Bludgers.

The only thing she could do was to keep her eyes on the position of the Bludger and dodge up, down, left and right to avoid its attacks and some unexpected passing Quaffles.

"The celebrity of our match is Amanta Merlyn, the Slytherin's exceptionally admitted Seeker. Oh my God, I think they were more or less right to admit Merlyn. This is the first time I have some respect for a Slytherin. If it were me, I would never have been able to hold out for so long under this terrifying Bludger attack..."

Under such intensive targeting, she had no time to look for the Golden Snitch.

Gryffindor Chasers would often dash past her as they chased the Quaffle, and she was nearly knocked off her broom several times.

In the gap between chasing the Quaffle, Marcus shouted at Bol: "Bol, what are you doing? Leave some space for Merlin! Pay attention to the position of Sparow and give them some trouble!"

Bol raised his eyebrows: "That's what I was going to say!"

The Weasley brothers' teasing had completely aroused his anger, and he looked like he was going to eat them alive.

He shouted at the Weasley brothers: "Hey! Red-haired traitors, look here!"

His hair stood on end with rage as he swung his bat wildly toward the Bludger.

Because he was swinging the bat around, George, who was rushing to the next batting position, had to move to the right.

"Big fool, are you going to perform in a circus? I know a circus that just happened to be in need of a gorilla."

George raised his voice and taunted.

Bol's eyes were wide open, and he paid no attention to him at all, hitting the Bludger before he could.

He shouted, swung the bat, and everyone waited with bated breath.

It looked like he was going to strike in the direction of the Weasley brothers.

The Weasley brothers enjoyed this.

At this time, they still had the leisure and mood to look back at each other and tease each other.

"Look how mad you made that big fool. He's lost his mind."

"That's right. It's a waste if I don't play with the Bludger that came to my door. I really have to thank him."

Boll swung the bat hard, and the Bludger was deformed by his force, becoming a terrible oval shape.

But his bat suddenly changed direction in the middle.

A smug smile suddenly appeared on Bol's face.

The Weasley brothers realized that something was wrong from the change in his expression and instantly restrained their cynical smiles. Fred flew hurriedly towards the direction where the Bludger went.

George yelled, "Watch out!"

But it was too late, as Boll's bat changed course and hit the Bludger towards Katie Bell.

Poor Belle was still rushing towards the ring with the Quaffle. She thought she was about to score, so she didn't dare to relax at all.

She was hit hard on the back of the head by the Bludger, but luckily it was not serious.

Perhaps because of the distance, she swayed violently on the broom, but quickly steadied herself.

Adrian Puse quickly snatched the Quaffle from her hands and rushed towards the goalposts.

"Slytherin score!"

Lee Jordan yelled.

"Oh, I have to let Madam Pomfrey show Bell a good lesson after this. It hurts just to watch. But please allow me to betray my school for a moment. Bor's thrilling attack just now has changed my view of him. I have always thought that he was a big, muscular guy..."

Professor McGonagall patted him on the back of the head.

Jordan stopped talking immediately. "Let's look at the situation now. Johnson has taken back the Quaffle and is rushing towards the goal post. Oops - Flint has taken it away..."

At this time, Amanta finally found a chance to breathe amid the Weasley twins' series of deadly Bludgers.

She didn't dare to relax as she had at the beginning, and she glided low over the Quidditch field, searching for the Golden Snitch.

As far as she could remember, the Golden Snitch completely disappeared from her sight except for a flash at the beginning of the game.

The court was not as easy to find as during usual training. In addition to the various obstructions from the opposing players, the roar, shouts and cheers of the crowd interfered with all other sounds.

At the same time, those densely moving black dots - the heads of students and professors - greatly interfered with the vision.