Hufflepuff never works overtime

Counted!

Could it be that the guy in front of him actually used the cover of his body to let the ball in his hand fall and be caught by the flying teammate in such a short moment? !

Is this also possible?

Wood didn't even have time to confirm whether the opponent's body had completely left the scoring area when they were attacking alternately. To be able to implement this offensive plan during the game, the opponent must have rehearsed many times in advance.

A pair of black eyes were wide open, and Wood let out a roar and turned around to chase, but the opponent had already flew to the leftmost goal.

Just one position away!

Wood's hands seemed to be able to touch the opponent's flowing yellow robe, and his eyes widened unwillingly, as if he had seen the bright red ball fall into his own goal.

Something unexpected happened to everyone. The golden figure suddenly lifted the broom and flew sideways to the outside of the scoring area. Wood even stared at the goal in front of him for two seconds, wondering whether his own eyes missed it. what.

Where's the ball?

"Buzz-"

Like a nasty joke, while he was still in a trance, the right goal suddenly made the sound of air vibration, and the Quaffle shot obliquely into the ball frame from a high place was not caught, it seemed to be thrown into After entering the water, the speed slowly dropped, suspended in the air and slowly fell to the ground.

"Merlin's beard, Hufflepuff tricked the Gryffindor goalkeeper with clever coordination, and the score gap was once again pulled to 30 points!"

The stadium fell into a moment of silence, as if to restore the morale that had fallen, the audience quickly shouted a slogan spontaneously, "Gryffindor must win! Gryffindor must win!"

It was a near-perfect coordination. Faith on the other side of the court was excited. She waved her fist slightly in the air, and the excitement in her eyes couldn't be hidden at all.

The goal this time not only interrupted Gryffindor's high morale, but also made Wood's original fierce defense hesitate. Seizing this opportunity, Hufflepuff scored another 10 points in just 20 minutes .

Although it was a pity that she had nowhere to vent her excitement, it was not a bad thing for Faise. If possible, she even hoped that no little red man could fly into their scoring area in the next game.

However, her attention was quickly attracted to the center of the court, and the two Seekers who had been silent all this time started to move!

Chapter 210 Interception

Unlike the other players' confrontation around the Quaffle, the two Seekers seemed to be out of the game, and their opponent was not even the opponent's Seeker, but the little Golden Snitch.

It is a contest between man and ball, reaction and speed.

But the attractive huge score and the special power to end the game endowed the seekers with great attention. Each seeker has a special status in the team. The sharpest and most skilled players will serve.

When the competition between two people and one ball is heated up, except for the seekers of both sides, neither the spectators on the field nor the players of the same team can detect their flight routes in the next second.

Seeing the two roam around the entire stadium on broomsticks, the spectators sitting on the tower want to keep up with their flying speed. After a game, their necks must suffer a lot.

Although Cedric's reaction speed was not as fast as Harry's - it could be seen that every time he turned sharply, the red figure took the lead - but his skills had been honed little by little over the past five years, even in the face of The boy who is called a genius in front of him is not so easy to be thrown away.

If you can't seize the opportunity in the process of 'finding the ball', how should you win over the opponent?

This problem once troubled Cedric for a long time. He observed the match between Harry and the other two houses. Run on the broom; instead, Ravenclaw's Seeker can keep up with the opponent every time, but it's a pity that he is a little bit worse after all.

Finally, he finally figured it out—his eyes couldn't capture the position of the Golden Snitch in the first place. This couldn't be changed overnight, nor could it be greatly improved by simple training.

But since there is a benchmark of extraordinary talent, why doesn't he start with Harry?

When the Golden Snitch in sight spread its wings again from the hovering point, Cedric cast his gaze in Harry's direction for the first time, but the speed of the other party slowed down as expected, and his gaze wandered around.

It's a pity that the heavy rain covered Harry's expression, otherwise Cedric would have the confidence to start faster than the opponent, but the opponent's flying movement cannot be changed, and the boy's skills are still too immature.

When he sped up at the right moment, Harry's actions were no longer important, because the next step was to find the golden ball amidst the drizzle and transformation in front of him.

You must know that even if the other party helped him confirm the approximate location, it was still not an easy task. He passed the golden snitch several times because the color of their academy's robes was really a natural camouflage point.

Cedric has always disdained to use his size advantage to charge Harry. In the actual battles of this match, he has gradually grasped the key points of tactics.

From the very beginning, the time difference between the two accelerated by half a body. After a few sharp turns, he planned a better route during the flight. Not only was he able to keep pace with the opponent, but even the Golden Snitch was within easy reach several times.

Just like this time, the two followed the movement of the Golden Snitch and rushed up into the clouds without hesitation.

Among the rolling dark clouds, white light suddenly flashed from time to time, illuminating half of the sky, followed by deafening thunder.

"Two desperate..."

Faith found that the clouds had completely engulfed the two Seekers, she couldn't help muttering, she quickly retracted her gaze, and lowered her body again to prepare for the next lion's counterattack.

The rain was getting heavier and heavier, and it even felt numb when it hit her shoulders. When she was on the field, it was difficult for her to accurately judge the passage of time. Coupled with the weird weather, it made people I was so stuffy I couldn't breathe.

After experiencing the last failure, Faise gradually grasped the difference between competition and training.

Just resisting an attack is not enough, only when the Quaffle is firmly grasped in one's hands can the opponent's attack be said to be completely disintegrated.

Although she is a goalkeeper, she is also a member of the team. Her duty is not only to stop the opponent's attack, but also to create opportunities for the team to counterattack.

While gearing up, the roaring lion approached her direction with the ball at high speed, facing the interference of the bludger, she didn't even hide, the terrifying momentum made Faise feel full of pressure.

She knew the woman in front of her—Angelina Johnson. Julian had complained to her once, and felt that the other party had the blood of trolls like the Slytherin players, with terrifying strength and speed.

If Faise saw such a person roaring and rushing towards her anywhere away from the arena, then she must have left the land of right and wrong with oil on her feet.

The other party's facial features were all deformed under the pressure of the wind, coupled with those murderous eyes, it belonged to the level of awakening from a dream in the middle of the night.

It's a pity that Hufflepuff's goal is behind her now, let alone Angelina rushing over with the ball, even if it's a real troll, Faise won't let the opponent break through her defense line easily.

Different from the previous pursuer, Angelina's offensive was launched between lightning and flint. She raised her right hand as soon as she flew into the scoring area, and she could clearly see the bright red ball in her hand. That part is even a little deformed.

If the quality of the Quaffle wasn't good enough, Faise suspected that the opponent's strength could easily crush the ball. She didn't have time to sigh, so she accelerated and flew in front of the ball that was going straight forward.

catch it!

Stretching out her hand to block the flight path of the Quaffle, the moment the two came into contact, Fayse's eyes widened suddenly, and she quickly shifted her body posture from catching the ball to holding the ball, making her arms unable to bear the burden. The power to live is transferred to the shoulders.

The water-green eyes were wide open, she couldn't believe that it was actually thrown by a woman, usually Zacharias' full blow was not so heavy, and the opponent even flew at least one more than her own. Hour.

Realizing that her body was actually being carried away by a ball, Faise panicked for a moment. In order to prevent the tragedy of being bounced off just now, she curled up desperately, trying to lock the Quaffle between her arms.

The spinning ball rammed against her arms and chest, and Faith had an intuition that as long as she dared to relax a little bit now, the ball would bounce out again.

No... I can't handle her attacking again.

The legs that were standing on the broom pedal were tense, and the hand holding the broom handle was so hard that the broom under him was pulled up, and the upper body was in a state of falling backwards.

"Bang!" The shoulder pads and helmet slammed into the ring behind her, and Faise couldn't help but let out a muffled groan, but thanks to this, her tendency to fly backwards stopped.

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The author's words:

Goalkeeper is really a high-risk occupation...

Recently, when I checked the information, I saw that in the Quidditch World Cup final in 1473, all seven hundred foul methods appeared, including: trying to chop off the goalkeeper's head with a machete Σ(っ°Д °; )

Chapter 210 Five

The hard-won offensive opportunity was disintegrated, and the commentator from Gryffindor couldn't hide the disappointment in his tone. The lions on the tower watching the battle with bated breath also sighed in unison.

Ron beside him had already sat down listlessly, leaving only Hermione leaning forward against the armrest, holding the binoculars in her hand tightly, biting her lower lip so that there was no trace of blood.

A bolt of thunder broke through the clouds, illuminating the face of the other party on the far side. Thanks to the magic props in her hand, Hermione could even see Faise's pale face through the rain curtain. His stubborn eyes seemed to be staring at him.

Faith flew crookedly again with the ball in her arms. The thin girl seemed to be able to blow her away in a gust of wind, but the bright smile on the other party's face made Hermione feel like there were big fireworks exploding in her ears. .

Accustomed to seeing the gentle and restrained side of the other party, the occasional aggressiveness is like a docile and well-behaved cat that suddenly stretches out its paw and scratches at the tip of her heart.

The cold rain couldn't dispel the temperature of my ears. In addition to being full of pride and worry, there was also an inexplicable and inexplicable emotion in my heart.

This unexplained palpitation was no stranger to Hermione.

Time did not wear away the shock that day brought to her, it was more like opening Pandora's box, re-displaying the bits and pieces that she had neglected in the past before her eyes from a different angle.

This feeling... Do you like it?

When the bright red ball was thrown from Faise's hand into the arena, a sudden thought popped out of her head, Hermione's heart became agitated just like those players, and the hand holding the telescope slowly dropped Going down, her eyes still stayed on the yellow figure, and the flickering brown eyes were full of heartbeat and guilt that could not be concealed.

The sound of rain separated Hermione from the noisy crowd, and everything on the field had nothing to do with her, she just stood there in a daze.

The answer to this question is too obvious. If she was a month ago, she would definitely have given an affirmative answer without hesitation, but at this moment, she knows that this liking has been endowed with another meaning...

Will my answer change?

she does not know……

She never seriously thought about what kind of person she would live with in the future, let alone falling in love with a girl.

Textbooks can't tell her whether this emotion is correct or not, but she can only know from her common sense that this emotion seems to be contrary to the public's understanding. The subconscious anxiety made her choose to escape in front of her own heart.

She didn't know when exactly this unusual feeling fermented secretly in her heart.

She only knows that she enjoys the time spent with the other party, that she will be ecstatic because of the other party's maintenance, will feel shy and uneasy because of the other party's words, and will be unable to sleep all night because of the other party's smile...

The broken hair on her forehead covered her eyes, and Hermione's downcast gaze was full of complexity, but her heart had already told her the answer.

Compared with when she was in the bookstore, she hesitated because she had the idea of ​​profaning Faise, but now she felt a lot more relaxed, because in her heart, the other party was special and irreplaceable.

So... It's normal to like her self.

This liking is also normal.

After thinking everything through, Hermione felt extra excited, her heart was rippling like a lake of spring water, her eyes were shining brightly, she wished she could run to Faise right now, and tell her all the thoughts in her heart.

She couldn't help feeling ecstatic about the change of Faith's identity in her heart.

That's who I like!

Even if it was just watching the other side flicking their heads in boredom while defending the goal, Hermione would give her a goofy smile.

Occasionally, when she finds Faise looking in the direction of her own tower, there will be a surge of expectation in her heart, is she looking for me?

Then... it shouldn't be possible to be looking at others.

Thinking of this, a feeling of satisfaction filled her whole heart, making the corners of her mouth curl up completely.

The game completely lost its appeal to her. Hermione was immersed in her own world, when she suddenly felt someone pat her on the shoulder, and the originally excited crowd became quiet for a moment.

"What's the matter Ron?"

Hermione was taken aback, and before putting down the telescope in her hand, she did not forget to restrain the look of enthusiasm on her face, for fear that the other party would find something strange.

But he didn't want Ron to stare at the field, smacked his lips and raised his chin, "Hufflepuff's Seeker fell down."

Hearing the other party's words, Hermione remembered that they were still watching the game, and hurriedly looked through the binoculars in the direction of the other party's fingers. Sure enough, she saw a golden figure struggling to control the smoking broom from Ravenclaw's Passing by the auditorium, he made an emergency landing on the field.

"Where's Harry?"

Thinking that the two should have chased the Snitch into the dark clouds together, but now only one person appeared, Hermione tried her best to scan the clouds covering the stadium, but found nothing valuable.

"I don't know, that's why I let you see." Ron nervously rubbed his hands on the guardrail in front of him. His thoughts were more optimistic-since Hufflepuff's Seeker fell, it proved that Now the one who has the chance to win is Harry!

"Why hasn't he shown up yet? Damn it, I'm about to lose my temper with those three Chasers...I knew Hufflepuff would be useless no matter how many points he scored!"

"It's useless," Hermione refuted the other party in a low voice, and Ron frowned incomprehensibly, and she turned her head indifferently without explaining.

"Let me see..." Hermione narrowed her eyes, and she seemed to see a few dark figures among the looming clouds.

A few seconds later, in the sky shrouded in dark clouds, a figure wrapped in a red robe descended rapidly, and the drizzle brushed over Harry's body but could not wake him up.

Hermione frowned immediately, "Is that Harry?"

Unlike Cedric, who was barely conscious when he fell with lightning on his body, Harry didn't even activate the slowing function of his cloak, and he fell so fast that he didn't even know what he threw the broom in his hand place to go.

The other people on the field obviously failed to react. They watched the boy fall powerlessly to the ground. The fight between the two teams was suspended for this. Celia raised her head subconsciously with the ball in her arms, and couldn't help shouting. , "Dementors?"

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The author's words:

Save my life, recently struggling between various review and papers, sleep time has gradually become demonized...

I really don’t want to stop at a very important part and spoil everyone’s reading experience, so I’ll try harder?▽?

It's really too... difficult to describe the changes in my heart in detail. Of course, I didn't want to directly omit Hermione's consideration of worldly views. Now the little lion is on the top for a while, and there will be a later article~

Chapter 210 Six

"I've never seen Mr. Principal so angry..."

The atmosphere in the players' lounge was very dull. Because a large number of dementors broke into the sky and disturbed a player, the captains of both Hufflepuff and Gryffindor were called to a meeting by Mrs. Hooch.