Harry Potter: Super Magic God

Chapter 140 Crazy Battle

Gryffindor called a timeout. They landed on the ground and came together. Slytherin in the distance floated arrogantly in the air, making bursts of ridicule.

"One hundred to zero, we lost, when we need to defend, where have you been, Fred?" Wood asked Fred a little unhappily.

"Someone put a curse on Bludger, and I had to stop him from breaking Harry's neck." Fred suppressed his anger, "That damn ball just stared at Harry and killed him. Kill him, bloody Slytherin."

"Bastard." Wood clenched his fists, his eyes were splitting. "Slytherin used his broom and size to completely ignore the rules and smashed our defense. Now he is still playing tricks on the ball."

"Listen." Harry said his decision as he looked at his teammate who was helpless, "You don't have to worry about me, you defend the goal, I'll deal with that crazy ball myself, I'll catch the Bludger right away. ."

He also noticed the huge difference in the score, the huge difference in the broom, and there was no other way.

"Don't be crazy," Fred said angrily. "It'll break your neck. Do you think we're going to watch this happen for the sake of victory?"

Wood looked at Harry and then at everyone, hesitating.

"Oliver, this is impossible." Ai∷chang∷feng∷wen∷learn, w▽ww.c▲fwx.ne※t Leia said angrily, "We can't let Harry take the risk, we can ask for an investigation ."

"The only way now is to catch the Golden Snitch and ask for an investigation. With the current score, we can only lose." Harry said unwillingly, "We can't be because of a Bludger, not because of Slater. Lin's tactics are given up, and we can't lose to their conspiracy now. I will defeat them, Oliver, and let them leave me alone."

Fred pressed Wood's face and said viciously, "Okay, that's what you told him before the game. Either catch the Snitch and win the game, or die on the field? You're insane to be able to Say something like that."

"Then give me a doomed defense." Wood said with a livid face.

"The game begins." Wood's face was determined, either die or win, both for Harry and himself.

The rain is getting heavier and heavier, just like the mood of the Gryffindor players.

Madam Hooch whistled,

The Gryffindor players are back in the sky again.

Harry ignored the frantic Bludger, accelerating and flying higher and higher. Constantly turning and turning.

He is like a roller coaster, going up and down, left and right, sometimes turning, sometimes diving. He circled around the court with unabated speed, his eyes widened and desperately looking for the Bludger.

The raindrops crackled on his head and on his spectacle lenses, his vision was greatly restricted, and he couldn't use the eagle eye technique, he thought sadly, "Even if he can use the eagle eye technique, now Can't see anything."

The damn Bludgers chased after him again with a whistling sound, "If you let me know who it is, I really want to kill him." Harry gritted his teeth, and his heart was full of anger. If Nimbus 2001 just let him Angry, feeling unfair.

Then, casting a curse on Bludger really wanted to kill him. What he ignited at this time was not just anger, but real killing intent.

Perhaps it was the killing intent that calmed his mind, and he again narrowly avoided the mad Bludger.

Do this difficult move, let his head hang upside down, he is like a hanged man, hanging on a broom.

This caused exclamations from his friends, and also caused the ridicule of everyone in Slytherin. He knew that he must be very stupid and bad. The rain made his hair stick to his scalp, and his eyes were affected by water droplets, but he did not Think about anything at any time.

He has to search for the Bludger with every second of his free time. The teammates can't last long, and he can't last long either.

"Damn, someone is attacking Harry." Hermione took out her wand and looked around eagerly, her eyes flashing like eagles, but her usual clear vision was hindered by the pouring rain.

"What." Ron also reacted, "I said why the Bludger is crazy, there must be someone like Quirrell who is controlling the Bludger."

The two friends frantically searched for the abnormality on the stage, looking for the murderer who wanted to kill Harry.

"It's not Snape and Slytherin, and no one is chanting, who is it?" Hermione carefully checked the stand, but found nothing unusual, "Damn, why is George not here at this time, he can definitely find the murderer. "

"The Bludger is too far for me to interfere at all." Hermione stamped her feet angrily.

She was angry at her powerlessness, and it was obvious that the murderer was manipulating the Bludger to hunt down Harry. She couldn't find anything out of the ordinary, couldn't even interfere with the curse on the Bludger.

"Should we go tell the teacher?" Hermione asked Ron absentmindedly.

Ron bit his lip, frowned for a moment, and said, "Harry and the others just called a timeout, they've already found something unusual. But now they've lost a hundred points, and once the game stops, they're completely lost. ."

"For the sake of the game?" Hermione asked reluctantly.

"It was Harry's choice, they all agreed, and that left Harry alone with the Bludger. We just watched Harry, and once he was shot down, we rushed into the field to protect him. But now, we I can only trust Harry's choice."

Ron didn't want to see Harry in danger either, but with so much effort from the Gryffindor team, Harry made a choice and took the greatest risk. Letting them stop at this time makes them more uncomfortable than killing them.

"It's all crazy, it's all crazy, killing people to win, and dying to win." Hermione stomped her feet and shouted, "I know this kind of bastard, I hate it. Quidditch, I hate the game."

Unfortunately, no one cares about their mood whether they are angry, fearful, or anxious.

Once again, Harry dodged the Bludger's fatal attack.

"Are you ballet, Potter?" Malfoy called out maliciously, with a harsh jeer.

Watching Potter spin around in the air like a juggler, jumping up and down, Malfoy even forgot he was racing. All his tasks were taken away by the Bludger, but he didn't mind, after all, if he were to rush up and throw a fist at Harry's head, the game would definitely not allow it.

(To be continued.)