Harry Potter: Super Magic God

Chapter 139 Intense confrontation

Whether to dominate the game and beat Potter, or drag Potter and let his teammates win a few hundred points first, Malfoy was a little undecided for a while. As for losing, how is that possible.

When the time came, everyone walked to the court, it was a hot and humid weekend, and there was a faint sound of thunder in the distance.

The stadium is a big cheer, but it's not for them. Slytherin has always been the center of public criticism for the Academy, and their seven Nimbus 2001s have caused public outrage.

But each player carried a broom, raised his hands, and greeted the boos of his opponents. These boos and boos, for them, are no less than cheers and applause. In particular, after they achieved a crushing victory, the comparison at that time was even more exciting.

Flint shook hands with Gryffindor captain Wood at the signal of Mrs. Hooch, the Quidditch referee. Wood looked at him fiercely and squeezed his hand tightly, but these only made Flint look forward to Wood's expression of waiting and losing a few hundred points.

He is very much looking forward to it.

"I said prepare," Mrs. Hooch said. "Three, two, one."

Loud cheers sent all the players into the sky, and fourteen players jumped into the gray sky.

Malfoy followed Potter to the highest position, he saw Potter squinting and looking around, he seemed to be looking for golden ±t Snitch. It was just the beginning of the game, and Porter was already terrified and couldn't wait to end the game.

Malfoy smiled maliciously, "Hey, Scarhead, don't worry, let's play slowly, maybe your teammates can lose hundreds of points."

Harry ignored him. He wanted to catch the Snitch as fast as possible, so that he could get the biggest score gap and beat Slytherin.

At this moment, a heavy black Bludger suddenly rushed towards him, and he barely managed to dodge, even feeling that the ball had touched his hair.

"Watch out, Harry." Fred rushed up, bat in his hand, galloping past Harry, and swung hard at the Bludger. A stick hit the Bludger at Deryampsey, but the Bludger, like a rubber band being pulled apart, flew a short distance before suddenly rushing back and chasing Harry.

Harry hurriedly dived to dodge, Fred slapped the ball hard at Malfoy again, but the Bludger turned back like a boomerang and continued to hit Harry's head.

"Scarhead,

Congrats, it likes you. Seeing this scene, Malfoy couldn't help sneering, thinking to himself, "These teammates are really foolproof, and they actually cursed Bludgers. They are completely planning to win by a few hundred points. "

Harry had no time to pay attention to Malfoy at all, and he slumped down and accelerated, "Whoosh whoosh!" away from the Bludger.

But he could still hear the Bludger roaring and chasing after him. The Bludger seemed to recognize him. Could someone else want to kill him? It reminded him of what Quirrell had done to him, Quirrell had cast a curse on his broom.

Fred charged at Harry on his broomstick, trying to get the Bludgers away for him. Harry bowed his head sharply and passed Fred the wrong way.

"Get out of the way," Fred yelled, but he soon realized that it didn't help at all. Bludger spotted Harry and chased him again and again, trying to knock him down from the sky. Harry had to speed up desperately and escape desperately.

Malfoy felt like he didn't have to do anything to finish the task of holding Potter down. He was hanging behind Potter not far and near, watching him scrambling to be chased and fleeing in a hurry, bursting into bursts of harsh laughter.

On the other hand, the Gryffindor players were in a very bad situation, and they were suppressed by Slytherin.

Harry was chased by the Bludgers, and Fred had to keep guarding Harry. Not only is their team short-staffed, but Slytherin on the opposite side is shameless and only starts with female players.

Slytherin's Derian Purse carried the ball, rode the Nimbus 2001, and sprinted towards Gryffindor's goal regardless. He didn't care about Angelina on the defensive side at all, and his burly body rushed up like a train.

No matter how unwilling Angelina is, no matter how fighting spirit and consciousness she is, in the face of this beast rushing up at high speed, she can only stagger her body at the last moment.

Wood tried to rush up to get the ball, but the other way, Terrence Higgins of Slytherin smashed Alia in the same form, and it was two-on-one again, they staggered goals and they scored again.

Slytherin relied on this shameless and lifeless tactic, taking advantage of the broom. All the hard work, all the training, all the hard work of Gryffindor torn apart.

Wood was furious, but he couldn't blame his teammates, they tried their best, but Slytherin was too shameless.

"You are so shameless, you know how to bully girls and come at me, bastard." Wood roared loudly.

Terrence Higgins had this idea, but compared his body size with Wood's, and immediately said unceremoniously, "Slytherin has no opponents in his eyes, we only have victory in our eyes."

Then he shook his finger with a look of disdain, "There is no distinction between men and women in the eyes of wizards. Do you expect to find a few girls as teammates, and you want to give your opponent special treatment?"

Angelina and Arya were also mad with anger, they gritted their teeth and lowered their bodies, desperate to ram into Terence Higgins.

But he only picked up the speed slightly, and immediately relied on Nimbus 2001's performance to leave Gryffindor players far behind.

Taking advantage of the chaos, Flint scored another goal, and even Wood was unable to defend him head-on.

"One hundred percent, are you ready? How many percents are you going to lose today?" Flint let out a terrifying, jackal-like laugh.

It caused a burst of laughter from the Slytherin members. The Slytherin players were all crazy. With the advantage of their brooms and bodies, they kept pounding and ravaging Gryffindor's riddled defenses.

The tick-tock rain fell on the Gryffindor players and on their hearts, and it wasn't the first time they had flown in the rain or played in the rain.

In fact, after more than two months of training, their uniforms have not been dry, some are rain, some are sweat.

But there is no moment when the rain can extinguish the flames in their hearts, and there is no moment when the cold can suppress the fighting spirit in their hearts.

But now, today's rain is extraordinarily cold, and today's style is cold. Not only was it blown into their bodies, but it was also blown into their hearts.

(To be continued.)