Together [HP]

"The Quaffle is on Gryffindor's side now, and Gryffindor's Arya Spinnet dribbles right into the Slytherin goal, looking good, Arya! Ah, no, Quaffle Tackled by Warrington, Slytherin's Warrington sprinting up the pitch. Wow! A beautiful Bludger by George Weasley, Warrington misses the Quaffle, Picked up by Johnson, the Quaffle is on Gryffindor's side again, come on, Angelina makes a nice turn next to Montague, down, Angelina, the Bludger made it! She scores Already! Ten to zero Gryffindor!"

Angelina flies around one end of the court, fists pumping in the air; the sea of ​​scarlet below shrieks with glee.

"Ouch!" Marcus Flint charged at Angelina, who almost fell off her broom. "Sorry!" Flint said, and the crowd below booed. "Sorry, didn't see her!"

A moment later, Fred Weasley tapped Ding Flint on the backside with his bat.Flint's nose hit the broomstick and began to bleed.

"Come on!" shrieked Mrs. Hooch, rising steeply between them. "Gryffindor penalty for unprovoked attack on Chaser! Slytherin penalty for intentionally hurting Chaser!"

"Come on, ma'am!" yelled Fred, but Mrs. Hooch blew the whistle, and Arya flew ahead to take the punishment.

"Good job, Alicia!" Lee yelled amidst the silence of the crowd. "Yes! She went past the keeper! Twenty to zero, Gryffindor leads!"

Nine rounds later Flint flew forward with a nosebleed to take the Slytherin penalty.Wood circled in front of the Gryffindor goal, gritted his teeth.

"Of course Wood is a terrific keeper!" Lee Jordan told the crowd as Flint waited for Mrs Hooch to blow the whistle. "Brilliant! Hard to get past. Yes! Unbelievable! He saved the Quaffle!" The Slytherins immediately booed, half to Flint, half to Wood.

Jordan's voice came again, "The Quaffle is on the Gryffindor side, no, on the Slytherin side, no! The ball is on the Gryffindor side again, this team's Katie Bell, Gryffindor More Katie Bell got the Quaffle and she galloped down the field, that was on purpose!"

The Slytherin Chaser, Montague, had already swung ahead of Katie, and instead of catching the Quaffle, he was grabbing Katie's head.Katie somersaulted in the air, still on the broomstick, but the ball fell.Mrs. Hooch's whistle blew again, and she went up to Montagu and began to shout at him. A minute later, Katie got past the Slytherin keeper and gave them another penalty.

"Thirty to zero! Bear with it, you dirty, liars..."

"Jordan, if you can't comment impartially!"

"I'm just commenting, Professor!"

At this moment a Bludger galloped past Harry's right ear, and it was hit by Derek, the tall Slytherin batsman.Then, dash.Another Bludger brushed Harry's elbow.Another hitter, Bol, was closing in.Harry caught a brief glimpse of Derek and Bol racing up toward him, clubs raised.He went up on the Firebolt at the last second, and Bol and Derek collided hard.This caused a burst of laughter from the audience, many of them from Slytherin, but Professor Snape looked back at them, and they immediately shut up.

"Haha!" Lee Jordan yelled, as the two Slytherin players separated with their heads in their arms. "Too bad. Boys! To beat the Firebolts. You'll have to get up earlier! Now the Quaffle is on the Gryffindor side, and Johnson is holding the ball, and Flint is next to her. Poke him in the eye, Angelina! Just kidding, professor, it's just kidding. Oh no, Flint has the ball, Flint flies towards the Gryffindor goal, come on, hey, Wood, save ball!"

But Flint scored, and there was a cheer from the Slytherins.Li Jordan cursed fiercely, and Professor McGonagall wanted to take the microphone from Jordan's hand.

"I'm sorry, Professor, I'm sorry! It won't happen again! Now, Gryffindor is ahead, thirty to ten, and the ball is in Gryffindor."

As time went on, the game became a foul contest, with the Slytherins, furious that Gryffindor had taken the lead so early, trying to grab the ball by any means possible.Bol hits Arya with a stick and tries to say he thought she was a Bludger.George Weasley retaliated by elbowing Bole in the face.Mrs. Hooch gave both teams penalty points.Wood made another save, and the score reached forty to ten, with Gryffindor leading.

"We need a good goalkeeper!" Pansy jumped up and down beside Jacqueline, her face turning pale with anger, "If they can score every time they score, why do we need a goalkeeper!"

While she was speaking, Kitty scored, fifty to ten.

She was a little mad with anger, and cursed at the court.

Fred and George Weasley circled around Katie, sticks raised, lest anyone in the Slytherin team retaliate.Bole and Derek, taking advantage of Fred and George's absence, both aimed their clubs at Wood; they hit Wood in the stomach one after the other, and Wood grabbed the broom and rolled in the air, fully bent.

Mrs. Hooch was mad with rage.

"You can't hit the keeper unless the Quaffle is in the end zone!" she screamed at Bol and Derek. "Gryffindor takes the penalty!"

Angelina scored, sixty to ten.Moments later, Fred Weasley slammed the Bludger at Warrington, knocking the Quaffle out of his hands; Arya caught it and sent it into the Slytherin goal : Seventy to ten.

The Gryffindor audience below screamed hoarsely.Gryffindor had a sixty-point lead, and if Harry caught the Snitch now, the trophy would be Gryffindor's.Hundreds of pairs of eyes on the pitch followed him as he flew higher than anyone else, and Malfoy sped up after him.

Then for all to see, the Snitch was shining twenty feet above him.

"We're doomed," Jacqueline raised her head and propped her chin with her hand, "Go compete with the Firebolt..."

Harry started to accelerate, the wind howling in his ears; he reached out, but suddenly the Firebolt slowed.Startled, he looked around.Malfoy lunged forward, grabbed the Firebolt by the tail, and pulled it back.

"You..." Harry looked annoyed and wanted to hit Malfoy, but couldn't reach him.Malfoy was panting from the force of his grip on the Firebolt, but there was a malicious gleam in his eye.He got his wish, and the golden snitch disappeared again.

"If this can be considered a tactic." Jacqueline pouted, and looked at the Slytherin goalkeeper with Pansy. "It looked like we just needed a good goalkeeper and fouled like hell."

"Free throws! Gryffindor take the free throws! I've never seen such a tactic!" shrieked Madam Hooch and flew straight up towards Malfoy, who was sliding back to his Nimbus 2001.

"You deceitful bastard!" Lee Jordan yelled into the microphone, jumping out of Professor McGonagall's reach. "You dirty, deceitful bastard..."

Professor McGonagall didn't even bother to stop him.She was pumping her fists in Malfoy's direction, her hat fell off, and she was also screaming furiously.

Alicia took the penalty for Gryffindor, but she was so enraged that she sent the ball several feet from the goal.The Gryffindors were distracted, and the Slytherins were delighted by Malfoy's machinations with Harish.The whole team was encouraged and flew higher. "The Slytherins got the Quaffle, the Slytherins attacked, Montague scored..." Lee groaned, "Seventy to twenty Gryffindors."

Now Harry and Malfoy are like Siamese twins, their knees are constantly touching.Harry prevented Malfoy from approaching the Snitch from any direction.

"Why doesn't he get the Snitch?" Once when the Snitch flew past Harry's eyes, Pansy yelled in dissatisfaction. Harry not only refused to get it himself, but also refused to ask Malfoy to get it.

"Gryffindor has to lead by more than fifty points, and Harry can only win the trophy if he gets the Golden Snitch." Jacqueline replied lazily.

"Merlin, Malfoy, can't you try harder!" Pansy turned and shouted at Malfoy, "Just once, can't you beat Potter even once?"

"Angelina Johnson got the ball for Gryffindor, come on, Angelina, come on!" At this time, every member of the Slytherin team except Malfoy.Even the goalkeeper was speeding toward Angelina.They all tried to block her, and Harry turned the Firebolt so that he bent so low that he was flat on the broomstick, kicking the broom forward.He charged at the Slytherin team like a bullet. "Hey hey, ah!"

The Firebolt shot up toward them, and they scattered, clearing the way for Angelina. "She's scored! She's scored! Gryffindor is eighty to twenty!" Harry nearly hit the stands just now, gliding to a stop in mid-air, turning his head and rising steeply, returning to the middle of the field.No one was paying attention to him, everyone was looking at Malfoy, who was diving down, with a triumphant look on his face.A few feet above the lawn, there is a small golden glitter.Harry flicked the Firebolt downward, but Malfoy was well ahead of him.

"Quick! Quick! Quick!" Harry urged the Firebolt.He was catching up to Malfoy gradually.Bol hit him with a Bludger, and Harry dodged it by ducking on his broomstick.He had reached Malfoy's ankle.At a level with him, Harry threw himself forward, taking both hands off his broomstick.He knocked Malfoy's arm away, however, "That's right!"

"Foul, foul!" roared the Slytherin angrily. "He bumped into our Seeker!"

But the whistle blew, and the game was over, with Gryffindor winning the trophy.

Harry flew above the crowd with a strange ringing in his ears.He gripped the little golden ball, and it flapped its wings hopelessly between his fingers.

Then Wood sped toward him, almost blinded by tears; he grabbed Harry by the neck and sobbed uncontrollably on his shoulder.Fred and George bump into Harry; then Angelina, Alicia and Katie's voices: "We've won the trophy! We've won the trophy!" His voice was hoarse, and he just returned to the ground.

Wave after wave of the Gryffindor-supporting scarlet crowd came over the boards and onto the pitch.Countless hands rained down on their backs.He and the rest of the team were lifted on the shoulders of the crowd.

Hagrid waved a scarlet wreath. "You beat 'em, Harry, you beat 'em! Wait, I'm going to tell Buckbeak!"

Percy was there too, jumping up and down like a madman.All dignity is forgotten.Professor McGonagall was crying harder than Wood, wiping away tears with a huge Gryffindor banner.Ron and Hermione squeezed desperately in front of Harry, they were too excited to speak, they just smiled.Dumbledore stood waiting in the stands, the huge Quidditch trophy in his hand.

"Being overtaken abruptly." Jacquelin yawned, and stood up and walked towards the Slytherin lounge amidst the scolding of a group of Slytherins, "Sure enough, the glory of Slytherin is still It's up to me to take care of it."