The accident just now also made Harry see the Golden Snitch, and he quickly swooped over. Slytherin's Seeker also caught up, but his broom was far inferior to Harry's and he was quickly left behind.

The Snitch flew downwards, and Harry rushed down to catch it. He flew at an extremely low altitude close to the ground, following closely behind the Golden Snitch. Slytherin's seeker didn't dare to do what he did, so he had to raise his broom and give up.

"Harry!"

Amidst the exclamations, Harry stood on his broom and jumped out. Everyone saw him rolling on the ground, holding his stomach with one hand and spitting out small golden balls from his mouth.

"I caught the Golden Snitch!" Harry raised the Golden Snitch above his head, and everyone except Slytherin cheered.

"Harry, it's Harry!" Li Jordan jumped up and said cheerfully: "Our Seeker Harry Potter, the youngest Seeker in a century! He caught the Golden Snitch!"

"He successfully ended the game in the first game. The current score is..." Li Jordan drawled his voice, and then shouted amidst the cheers of the three houses: "170:60, Gryffindor wins!"

"Oh!" There was a cheer in the stadium, and Professor McGonagall rushed down from the audience to congratulate Harry.

Only the little snakes left the scene glumly, cursing, or frustrated. However, Marcus did not give up yet and ran to Mrs. Hooch to argue.

"Harry didn't really catch the Snitch." He shouted angrily: "He committed a foul! The Snitch was swallowed by him..."

Mrs. Huo Qi glared at Marcus angrily: "If this is a foul, what about you?"

"We won! Dirty Slytherin couldn't defeat us even with all his despicable methods!" Li Jordan cheered obliviously, and the little snake who had not yet left the stage wanted to tear his mouth open.

"Damn Li Jordan!" Malfoy yelled over there, looking very funny.

"Weak words will only make you look like a barking corgi."

Rogge's taunt made Malfoy blush, and he yelled at Rogge: "Rogge, what do you mean?"

"Go and fight, are you coming?" Rogge pointed at Li Jordan who came down from the audience, and smiled lightly, which further stimulated Malfoy's fragile self-esteem.

Malfoy looked in the direction of Rogge's finger. There were many professors over there.

"I don't believe you dare to hit someone in front of the professor?" Malfoy questioned. He felt that Rogge was telling lies, but there was also a trace of worry in his heart.

"If you're afraid, just say so, or you'll be expelled at most." Rogge shrugged nonchalantly. Hogwarts is not the only magic school in Europe.

"You..." Malfoy looked at Rogge's back and froze in place. Daphne sneered at him and chased after him with light steps.

"Let's go." Goyle and Crabbe looked at Malfoy and said worriedly: "Hitting someone in front of the professor will have serious consequences."

"Let's go, I don't believe Rogge really dares to take action." Malfoy glared at the two of them and hurriedly chased after them.

"Harry, your performance today was outstanding!" Ron looked at Harry with envy and vividly described the game just now.

He pointed at Marcus who was pestering Mrs. Hoqi and said something that made everyone laugh.

"Hey, the game is over, what are you doing here?" Ron frowned and his tone was rather unkind.

"Come and congratulate Mr. Harry Potter on his victory for Gryffindor." Roger held out his hand to Harry with a gentle smile.

"Mr. Potter, you are as good at Quidditch as your father was."

"Thank you." Harry looked into Rogge's eyes and saw that he had no ill intentions, so he also extended his hand and shook it.

"Li Jordan?" Rogge turned to look at the host with dreadlocks and confirmed.

"It's me." Li Qiaodan nodded, "If you have any objections to my explanation, you should reflect on what you did."

"It seems you are very self-aware." Rogge nodded, suddenly took a step forward, raised his fist and hit him hard on the nose.

Before the little wizards around him could react, Li Qiaodan was knocked to the ground. Rogge had no intention of letting him go and continued to beat him hard with his fists.

Li Jordan let out a painful cry, and Malfoy swallowed as he looked at the furious Rogge. It turned out that Rogge was not lying, he really came to fight.

"Stop!" Angelina stood up to stop her, and Daphne immediately took out her wand and pointed it at her.

Goyle was a little scared and said with a trembling voice: "Malfoy, let's go?"

"Hmph, stop them! If something happens, Roger and I are in trouble!" Malfoy picked up his wand and stood in front of Harry.

In the middle of the court, several people were confronting each other. Only Rogge continued to beat third grader Li Jordan violently. He lowered his body and his fists fell like raindrops. Li Qiaodan was quickly beaten into the shape of a shrimp with a curled tail.

"What are you doing!" Professor McGonagall noticed the fighting here and ran over quickly.

"Roger, stop!" She looked shocked and confused, and ordered Rogge to stop in the sternest tone, completely unable to understand why the usually steady Rogge would hit someone.

"Hello, professor." Rogge stood up and smiled gently, as if it was someone else who was waving his fist just now.

Angelina quickly pulled Jordan up. His nose was crooked and his face was covered in blood.

"Jordan, are you okay?" she asked worriedly.

"Roger, why do you beat your classmates?" Professor McGonagall criticized harshly, and other professors also came over with serious expressions.

"A small warning, I struck very lightly, there wasn't even a bruise on his face." Rogge said calmly, taking the white handkerchief and wiping the blood on his fist.

"You? What happened? Tell me! Otherwise I will expel you!" Professor McGonagall glared at Rogge, and the nature of the beating was very bad.

"Professor, you should ask him." Rogge was full of anger and stared at Li Qiaodan with sharp eyes. After being beaten violently, Li Qiaodan was too frightened to speak out.

"Li Jordan, you may not be able to accept Slytherin's style, but this does not give you the qualification to insult our college." Rogge's voice was heavy and majestic.

"Rogge, you are arrogant..."

"Is this really true?" Rogge took a step forward, and Li Qiaodan shrank back in fear.

He asked in a cold voice: "Dirty Slytherin, didn't you say this?"

"Jordan?..." Professor McGonagall frowned. She had been warning Jordan to be careful with his words during the game. I never expected that he would say such words as soon as he left the scene.

"The noble is the epitaph of the noble, the despicable is the passport of the despicable." Rogge looked at the professors and students around him, his voice full of confidence and determination: "You can criticize Slytherin for being unscrupulous or acting unjustly, and you can also It doesn't matter if we are called mean or ambitious."

"But!" He said loudly, looking at everyone present: "For wizards, 'dirty' is the most unacceptable insult."

"Speaking of which, hasn't Gryffindor always opposed the discriminatory term 'Mudblood'? Why can they easily use similar words to insult us now?" Rogge asked sarcastically, and they all fell silent. .

"Thankfully it's not the Middle Ages, otherwise I would have just thrown off the gloves. Of course, if any of you want to have a magic duel with me, I'm more than welcome."

"Since you are in the third grade, I will let you go." Rogge leaned forward, his eyes extremely aggressive.

"How about one versus two?" Rogge looked at the other party playfully. No one dared to accept his proposal. He threw the bloody white handkerchief on the ground, turned around and left.

No one stopped him, and no one held him responsible for hitting people. Over dinner, word spread throughout the academy. Roger Travis, who punched someone in front of several professors and received no punishment afterwards.

Everyone at the Slytherin table raised a toast to Roger, whose fist wiped out today's Quidditch defeat.

"Roger, if Mrs. Hooch is not partial..." Marcus was obsessed with the result of the game and complained during dinner.

"Partiality? I don't think so. At least she didn't punish you for taking advantage of the loopholes in the rules." Rogge raised his eyebrows, and Marcus nodded with a smile.

The freshmen at the same level admire Rogge very much, at least Slytherin does. Luo Ge's charisma and well-founded approach to doing things have invisibly become a role model for them.

They unknowingly learned from Rogge, staying quiet and elegant while eating, and maintaining the etiquette that a wizard should have.

Under his influence, the Slytherin table seemed particularly quiet. Everyone sat up straight and enjoyed the food quietly.

The other houses all cast surprised glances, what's wrong with Slytherin? Didn't you just lose a Quidditch game?

Li Qiaodan's face was wrapped in gauze, and his eyes were so swollen that he couldn't see clearly. If it weren't for Madam Pomfrey's superb medical skills, Jordan's nose would not have been reattached.

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