Harry Potter: Glory Bows to Me

Amanta did not dare to relax. In addition to looking for the Golden Snitch, she was always vigilantly looking around to prevent a sudden flying ball or Gryffindor player.

Suddenly, a golden light flew across her sight.

Golden Snitch!

She immediately activated the Nimbus 2000 and dived towards the Golden Snitch at top speed.

Gryffindor's Seeker Sparrow also saw it, but he was more likely to have seen Amanta suddenly swooping over at top speed.

Sparaud immediately followed Amanta at the fastest speed.

The Snitch flew over the auditorium, with Amanta following closely behind it.

She almost flew over the heads of the crowd, causing a burst of exclamations from the crowd below.

"Look out! Amanta!"

Harry cupped his hands in front of his mouth and shouted at Amanta at the top of his lungs.

Even though the shout might not reach Amanta's ears.

All she could see now was the Golden Snitch in front of her.

Amanta was getting closer and closer to the Snitch.

Her entire field of vision was occupied by the Golden Snitch and its fluttering little wings, which flashed nimbly through the air, making a buzzing sound like a mosquito.

Apart from this, everything around me disappeared.

Bong!

A force from the right side hit her body violently.

Maybe a Bludger? Or something else—she saw nothing at all, she only knew that in an instant she was knocked off her broom.

There were several screams of fear from the audience and several students covered their eyes in fear.

Fortunately, she had just crossed her legs subconsciously and did not fall off the broom, but was hanging upside down under the broom.

She took a deep breath and turned her body over with all her strength.

Even so, she still did not give up following the small golden ball.

She crouched on the broom in a not-so-elegant posture, following the Golden Snitch with sharp eyes.

The whole person looked like a bullet that had just been fired from a gun.

It is also like a female eagle on the hunt, soaring in the sky, determined to catch its prey.

It’s getting closer. It’s getting closer.

Amanta let go of one hand that was holding the broom and reached forward.

Her fingertips were about to touch the golden ball.

Suddenly, a hand reached out from behind her.

The hand grasped her Quidditch uniform forcefully and yanked it backwards.

Her hand immediately distanced itself from the Snitch.

"Hu-hu-"

Sparaud was breathing heavily behind her.

Amanta frowned tightly, and she swung the tail of the broom in the air, drawing an "S"-shaped flying arc in the sky.

"You violated the rules!"

The Slytherins shouted at him angrily.

But Sparaud rushed towards her regardless, as recklessly as a giant monster.

Amanta really didn't know where he got the courage from.

No, of course, what Gryffindor lacks the least is courage.

Sparaud gradually walked side by side with her, then approached her from the left and attacked her - her right shoulder was hit hard by him, but fortunately she held the broom firmly and only shook violently.

The Slytherins cursed Sparaud loudly and angrily.

In response, many people in the Gryffindor audience cheered at the top of their lungs: "Good job! Sparlow!"

Sparaud heard their shouts and pushed Amanta even harder with his shoulder.

Amanta tried to move sideways to the left.

But her eyes were still following the Snitch as they got closer and closer to it.

Soon, the Golden Snitch was in front of her again.

To prevent accidents, she held the broom tightly between her left hand and legs and reached forward with her right hand.

Apparently, Sparaud had also seen the Snitch. He pushed to the left, close to Amanta, and also reached out his hand.

Amanta crouched low, sped up, and stretched her arms farther—

About to touch the Golden Snitch.

Thirty centimeters, eighteen centimeters, five centimeters——

Jordan shouted excitedly: "Come on! Sparlow, you can do it, you are the king of Gryffindor, let us put an end to the myth of Slytherin winning the Quidditch Cup consecutively-"

He was patted by Professor McGonagall again and quickly changed the subject: "Let's see who finally grabs the Golden Snitch. Sparlow's arms are longer and Merlin accelerates faster-"

call out--

Jordan's voice trailed off and then stopped awkwardly.

He put down the microphone and rubbed his eyes to make sure that he was not visually fatigued from watching the game for too long.

Amanta and Sparaud, at the moment they caught the Golden Snitch - they didn't even see who caught the Golden Snitch.

Anyway, the two of them disappeared onto the Quidditch pitch along with their brooms.

The boiling temperature in the venue slowly cooled down.

Everyone looked at each other.

They stayed where they were, no one daring to be sure of what they had just witnessed.

They searched again among all the Quidditch players on the field and counted their number, confirming that there were indeed two people missing.

The stands were in an uproar.

"Where are they?"

A Ravenclaw student yelled.

"Where are Merlin and Spalau? Was I dazzled just now?"

"I'm sure you saw it right, because I saw it too. They suddenly disappeared..."

A Hufflepuff student muttered.

"How is this going--"

Madam Hooch blew the whistle in time, all the Quidditch players stopped, and Jordan stopped commentating.

As soon as Marcus landed, he rushed to Madam Hooch, and a rare look of panic appeared on his square face, which had always been extremely calm.

"Where's Merlin? Madam Hooch! She disappeared right before all of our eyes—"

The other Slytherins followed suit, followed by the Gryffindors.

The Slytherins pointed angrily at the Gryffindors.

"It must be Sparo's doing. I saw him trying to knock Merlin down several times. Maybe he used some evil curse in the end—"

Spinnet glared at them fiercely.

"Speaking of using curses, you Slytherins are the originators of dark magic. I don't think Merlin was a good person! Our poor little Sparaud—"

"Give us back our Merlin! She's still just a first-grade girl—"

"We wanted you to return Spalau to us as soon as possible!"

I don't know who started it, but someone rushed over first with his fist raised, hitting someone in the face. That person screamed and grabbed his hair.

The two gangs soon got into a fight.

The anger that they had nowhere to vent during the Quidditch game just now was expressed vividly at this moment.

On the stands on both sides, some students who liked to watch the fun whistled loudly to cheer them on.