Anna's eyes narrowed, she could clearly see the golden snitch running in the sky, "Oh!" The field exclaimed, Charlie and Mile pushed each other through the middle of a wooden tower, and the two There is wood **** hanging on the head, looking a little embarrassed.

A Bludger suddenly hit Charlie, but fortunately he reacted in time, and a spin avoided the menacing attack, "Oops!" the commentator Most shouted, "Gryffindor Captain Charlie to avoid Trench's Bludger is one space behind! He's diving down now - but it's probably too late!"

Everyone saw that Maier stretched out his hand and was about to meet the golden snitch in front of him, "Bang!" A crisp crash sounded, and a ghost ball hit the golden snitch, which was unexpected.

Maier looked up in astonishment, only to realize that he had entered Gryffindor's goal while chasing the Golden Snitch. Oliver Wood, the young goalkeeper of Gryffindor, kept his pitching posture, sweat dripping down his cheeks. , He panted heavily, and his eyes were a little bit stunned.

Taking advantage of everyone's astonishment, the Golden Snitch quickly disappeared.

"Oliver—Wood—" Most clacked the table, her face flushed, "Gryffindor's rookie goalie! Just performed a miracle! He threw the Quaffle that he just got in his hand. Out, hit the Golden Snitch perfectly! Let Slytherin Captain Mile miss the victory that is about to belong to him!"

The Gryffindor stands erupted into violent cheers as they chanted Wood - well done! Looks very excited, compared to the boos from the Slytherin stand, which is against the rules! .

The referee Professor Hodge waved his wand and let a thick book fly over. After some searching, he closed the book and blew the silver whistle to indicate that Wood did not commit a foul, and the game continued.

Mile glared at Oliver Wood fiercely, "Lucky boy, watch out for the back of your head," Wood suddenly felt a little fortunate that he was wearing a helmet, because soon he was hit by a Bludger in the back of the head, and his head was a little dizzy. But he felt he could persevere.

Wood made some miscalculations about his health. His broom began to tilt, taking him into his own goal knocker. "Leave me alone!" Wood yelled, "Ryan! Flint is going to grab the ball!"

Charlie flew to Mel, "Can you do less dirty tricks? Don't you dare to win a game with dignity?" The scars left by the fire dragon on his nose were red with anger.

"Dirty tricks are part of Quidditch, and using them delicately is a form of strategy in itself," Mile shrugged, looking at the scar on Charlie's nose, "To be clear, I'm not breaking the rules, I've never been It's winning with dignity."

"Attack on the back of the opponent's head is not an upright thing," Charlie's thick eyebrows furrowed, he vaguely saw a golden light flickering near the Slytherin stand, and he slowly flew there, while preventing Mile from not paying attention to his own Behavior, "It's not dignified to let the boar monster break into the opponent's lounge."

Maier really didn't notice Charlie's covert behavior, he sneered, "Take your brain, which is more disgusting than a melted strawberry pudding, think with it, do you really think we're going to get some boar monster? That's there What's the point? Let them wreak havoc in the waiting room to reveal the secrets of your closet?"

"Perhaps those wild boar monsters just wanted to find a place to sleep, and they just like the smell of your waiting room!" Mel said, when he suddenly found that Charlie had disappeared from his side and swooped down quickly.

The narrator Most screamed again, and Professor McGonagall on the side waved her wand helplessly to clean up the water she knocked on the ground, "Charlie found the Snitch first! And his position is very favorable - it seems that Gran Fendor is going to win this game... hey—wait! What's going on here!?"

The golden snitch seemed to have been beaten by chicken blood, its flight speed more than doubled, it nimbly crossed Charlie's arm and charged towards Maier - this made Maier so happy, he controlled the broom to move towards the golden snitch. The Snitch dived in the direction, "Today's victory seems to belong to Slytherin!"

"That's not necessarily true," Charlie's amazing reaction speed under Fire Dragon made him turn his broom in time and chase after the Snitch.

The captains of the two teams were about to collide, but no one stopped first. "Charlie Weasley and Mile Pursey have been rivals since the third grade, and they are about to graduate. The last game between the two Of course, there must be a winner!" Belinda put her elbow against Anna, who was staring at the sky in a daze, "Hey! Did you listen to me?"

"I'm listening, I'm listening," Anna looked down at the golden ball in her hand, and then naturally put it into the blue flowery cloth bag, which was obtained by the competition-level Golden Snitch and delivered to the door by itself. No wonder Anna - the Restorative Snitch will take her place as the new favorite at Hogwarts Quidditch.

The new Snitch has super doubled the duration of several Quidditch games after Hogwarts, because it is necessary to catch it to end the game, and the increase in hell-level difficulty has also invisibly cultivated a group of better wizards in the wizarding world. The Quidditch players, in the regular Quidditch World Cup arena, they can end the game faster, with a look of astonishment on their faces.

"So who won?" Anna leaned forward and watched Madam Pomfrey, the school doctor, hurried to the scene of the accident—

Charlie and Mile lay on the ground, and Charlie's right hand held Mile's left. It was not difficult to guess that in their clenched hands was the golden snitch representing victory.

Fortunately, none of their arms were broken, broken, or otherwise.

"Let go, Xiaolongren," Meier tried to take the Golden Snitch away, but failed, "It's disgusting, your hands are full of sweat!"

"I'm so sorry, holding your hand makes me feel more disgusting than cleaning the fire dragon's feces. Let's discuss, can you let go?" Charlie turned back without changing his expression. He is now holding the Golden Snitch, and his whole body is covered. There is absolutely no strength.

"Stop talking!" Madam Pomfrey rolled her eyes. "I have to check on you, gentlemen, let go!"

"He first!" At this time, both Gryffindor and Slytherin were full of politeness, and Madam Pomfrey could only turn to Professor Snape who came, "Professor Snape, I need them to let go Hand, otherwise I can't treat."

"Release," Snape's hoarse voice sounded. It was almost an instant that Charlie and Mile released the hands they were holding at the same time. The closed Snitch fell to the ground, making a not very clear sound.

"I can't have this hand anymore," Mile yelled at the Slytherin team members who were coming. "It is estimated that I have to go back and wash it dozens of times to get rid of the stench of Gryffindor."

The Gryffindor players who arrived glared at Maier.

"There are so many bad things in a ball game," Ryan patted Charlie on the shoulder, "Brother, before you go to Romania, you have to buy yourself two bottles of Flux, don't think it's too expensive, if you're lucky, don't pay attention. It's just a lack of arms and legs."

Charlie nodded with a smile, and then heard Mel's sarcasm, "Romania? Oh, which team? It's normal, and your ability is only accepted by teams in Romania. I'm sorry to tell you that you like it the most. Puddlemere United sent me an invitation last month and they chose me over you."

"Don't be too confident, the Romanian Fire Dragons are strong enough. If you are unfortunate enough to meet us, you will be burned to ashes!" Charlie laughed loudly, he felt that his last Quidditch match was just over. good.

Maier was poured down by Madam Pomfrey with a bottle of strange-smelling potion. He coughed and refuted Charlie's words, "Fire Dragon Team? There is no team with such a name at all... Wait!" Maier's eyes widened~www. lightnovelpub.net~ He thought of something absurd that he had always thought of as a joke, "Wait! You're not really going to study fire dragons, are you?! You—are you crazy?!"

Meier has always regarded Charlie as his opponent, and the two of them have been engaged in various competitions for four years, but now, he has chosen to withdraw from the competition to study some rude fire dragon!

"You—you—" Mile opened his mouth wide and couldn't say anything for a while. He couldn't persuade Charlie to change jobs like a friend, because they were always rivals.

"I'm surprised you just found out now," Charlie shrugged and sat up from the ground, "but I just found out that you were drafted by Puddlemere United - congratulations, Mile Pursey."

Charlie stretched out his hand kindly, "I agree with your strength, and it's just a little worse than me. I finally don't have to worry about Puddlemere United going to find a player who sends the Golden Snitch into the nostrils."

Miles was silent for a while, and quickly shook hands with Charlie and then quickly withdrew it. It looked more like he was opening Charlie's hand forcefully, "Little Dragon Man, I hope you and your Fire Dragon girlfriend have a good time."

Maier helped Flint stand up, glanced at the golden snitch on the ground, and then left the arena with the players without looking back. The goal of this game has been achieved, making Gryffindor exhausted and disgusting. Ranffindor, winning or losing in the end doesn't matter.

Charlie picked up the Snitch on the ground and lifted it up.

The whole audience saw the snitch spread its wings, indicating that Charlie was the first to touch it, and the narrator, Most, took a deep breath.

"Gryffindor Captain Charlie Weasley caught the Snitch! Game over - congratulations Gryffindor - final victory!"

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