Harry Potter and the Secret Treasures Chapter 998: Win the game

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Slytherin team Keeper Bletchley threw the ball, he threw quaffle to Warrington, Warrington led the ball gallop, bypassed Alicia and Katie, he was getting closer and closer to Ron, the following singing sounds were also getting louder, Weasley is our King.

After screaming loudly, and the increasingly loud singing, the atmosphere of the scene reached its peak.

"Weasley is our King, He always lets the quaffle in, Weasley is our King."

At this moment, everyone stopped, even Harry and Malfoy.

They ignored the search for the golden Snitch and turned to stare at Ron, and everyone looked at it.

At the other end of the court, the lone figure stood in front of three goal rings, and the burly Warrington was flying towards him.

"Warrington got quaffle, Warrington rushed towards the goal, bludger could n’t catch up with him, there was only Keeper in front." Jordan shouted loudly, speaking very fast, "No one will cooperate, it wo n’t succeed, but he seems The desperation was thrown. This was their only chance. Slytherin can't even grab bludger now! "

The singing in the Slytherin stands is getting louder: Weasley cannot save a thing, He cannot block a single ring.

"Now is the first test of Gryffindor's new Keeper Weasley. He is the younger brother of legendary captain Charlie · Weasley and Beater Fred and George · Weasley of Gryffindor team. He is a rising star of the team. He has an excellent Quiddich tradition. Come on, Ron, stop him! "

But a few seconds later, cheers came from the Slytherin side.

Ron fluttered with his arms open, and quaffle flew past his armpit, straight through the goal ring.

"Slytherin scores!" Lee ’s voice sounded in the cheers and boos from the audience in the stands. "Ten to zero, Slytherin leads, Ron's responds well, but it seems to be unlucky."

The people of Slytherin sang louder: Weasley was born in a trash can, He always lets the quaffle in.

The singing is now deafening, overshadowing all the voices on the field.

Gryffindor also wants a wave, but they do not have a unified slogan, and the organization is too late!

"Weaseley will make sure we win, Weasley is our King!"

Singing gradually rang through the audience, and many people of Hufflepuff and Ravenclaw began to sing along.

I have to admit that this song is really magical, especially the sentence: Weasley is our King.

Slytherin warriors are getting more and more courageous, they give up bludger and grab quaffle wholeheartedly, grab the ball in desperation.

Angelina screamed loudly in the audience, let the players defend, but in this way it was chaotic and was brought to the rhythm by Slytherin.

Fred's bludger hit Warrington fiercely, and he shook his body without releasing quaffle in his hand.

As before, he went straight to the goal of Gryffindor, the same position, agreed actions, even the surrender of the ball.

Ron was crumbling there, as if frightened by the other party, and dodged backwards.

The next second, the Gryffindor side groaned painfully, and screams and applause erupted from the Slytherin team.

Slytherin score, twenty to zero.

Then Slytherin ’s captain Montague got quaffle, followed by Posse.

Thirty to zero! Forty to zero!

Their current tactics are terribly simple, giving up control and mobility. Everyone is stuck in front of their goal, and when they grab the ball, they all rush forward.

Then fly to Ron, pitch and score!

"It's finished!" Hermione said painfully. Ron seemed to have given up resistance, or was completely ignorant.

As long as someone with Slytherin comes with quaffle, they can easily score.

Harry ’s motivation to find Snitch now has a fearful element. He just hopes to find it soon and end the game.

"Weasley was born in a bin, He always lets the Quaffle in. Weasley will make sure we win, Weasley is our King!"

Harry walked the audience at the fastest speed. He did n’t dare to see Ron. He could only hear the cheers from the Slytherin below. He also saw Pansy with a face like a poodle. The cheerleaders singing Slytherin.

Then, fifty to zero, sixty to zero!

It's terrible, Gryffindor has never been beaten like this.

Harry suddenly felt that maybe sending Ginny to the court was better than Ron's.

He keeps comforting himself, but he is only 60 points ahead, not too much, there is still a chance.

He has to hurry up. Now he can only rely on him to end this painful game, otherwise they will lose terribly. Harry thought so, and then he finally finally saw: a small, gleaming golden Snitch was hanging a few feet above the court at the end of Slytherin.

He dived over, and in an instant, Malfoy rushed out from the left side of Harry.

A silver-green light lay on the broom. Snitch bypassed the goal of the goal ring and flew towards the other side of the stand.

This turn is very beneficial for Malfoy, he is closer.

Harry dialed Firebolt, he and Malfoy are now on par with each other.

When a few feet above the ground, Harry releases the broomstick with his right hand and moves towards Snitch.

On his right, Malfoy's's arm was also stretched out, grabbing enough.

Both people have a chance, and everything is over at the moment when the wind whizzes.

The Harry's fingers held the small, struggling golden ball, the Malfoy's nails desperately grabbed the back of the Harry's hand, Harry lifted up a broom, holding the small ball still struggling, Gryffindor support The author finally applauded loudly.

This is the first time they cheered this time. Fortunately, with Harry in, they won the game.

Harry is also very happy, they were saved!

Although Ron put so many goals, as long as Gryffindor wins, no one will remember, he ...

Boom!

An bludger was centered on the waist of Harry's. He flew out of the broom, but fortunately it was only five or six feet from the ground.

Crabbe also grabbed his second bludger in the match. He and Goyle were completely suppressed by Fred and George, and they were suffocated, but this is not important because they occupy the top point, but Harry grabs Snitch It's all over.

Gryffindor won. This result made Slytherin people feel even more aggrieved. They clearly dominated.

"How can he do this, the game is over!" Hermione shouted angrily, waving his fist towards Crabbe.

"Fortunately, no hit, Madam Hooch is over!" Ivan also said angrily.

Even as angry as they are all Gryffindor, Lee Jordan has begun to curse people!

Harry fell from the sky, he heard the sharp whistle of Madam Hooch, the chaos in the stands was mixed with boos, ridicule, and angry shouts, a tom, followed by the anxious voice of Angelina.

"Are you all right?"

"It's okay!" Harry gritted his teeth, grabbed her hand, and asked her to pull him up.

"It's the thug, Crabbe!" Angelina said angrily, "As soon as he saw you caught Snitch, he called you bludger hard, but we won, Harry, we won! Thanks to you , Otherwise, I do n’t know what to do! "