Chapter 208: Snape's solo show
Chapter 208 Snape’s solo show
As the only goalkeeper captain among the four teams, Wood’s strength naturally goes without saying.
But Kyle didn't expect to score at the beginning. After a probing goal, he knew that this game was definitely a tough battle.
“It’s troublesome.”
Kyle looked serious and felt a little regretful.
In this case, it is not that easy to give Gryffindor a zero... If I had known, he would not have bragged to Cedric just now.
On the other side, Wood raised his eyebrows at Kyle proudly, and then threw the Quaffle to his teammates on the other side.
“Now it’s Gryffindor who has the ball...it’s Chaser Alia Spinnet, a talent spotted by Oliver Wood who was just a substitute last year.”
Li Qiaodan continued to explain, but his voice was obviously much louder and more passionate than before.
"The ball was passed to Kitty Bell again... Oops, Hufflepuff snatched the Quaffle away, and it was Kyle again. He looked like he could really fly. Oh my god... he didn't slow down to avoid the Bludger. This His flying skills are incredible, why doesn't he become a Seeker... I'm sorry, Diggory, I didn't mean anything against you."
Cedric glanced at the commentary table speechlessly, but what Li Jordan said was right, Kyle's flying skills were really good.
As for why Kyle didn't compete for the Seeker...he had asked the same question before, and made it clear that he didn't need to take his own feelings into consideration, and that he was willing to compete fairly.
But Kyle refused without hesitation, saying, "What I enjoy is the process of Quidditch, not playing hide-and-seek with the Golden Snitch."
Seeker is obviously a very important position... Cedric shook his head helplessly and continued to search for the whereabouts of the Golden Snitch in mid-air.
at the same time…
“Kyle comes to the goal post again...he can score this time...wait, he passes the ball to Harris, Wood is deceived...Hufflepuff scores!"
“Damn it… Can Bokov’s Enemy Lure Technique be used like this?”
“Jordan!” Professor McGonagall shouted.
“Sorry Professor McGonagall, not next time.”
As Harris successfully scored, the score also became 10:0
But just when the little wizards were about to start cheering, a sharp whistle suddenly came from the court.
It was Snape. He believed that Kyle's action of dodging the Bludger just now was a foul and directly canceled the goal.
The score returned to 0:0 again.
"This is not fair!" Harris roared: "\'We have already scored... why didn't you say it just now!"
Facing his doubts, Snape turned a deaf ear.
“It’s no use, save your energy.”
Kyle, who was well aware of Snape's bad character, stepped forward to persuade him: "Fortunately, he didn't award Gryffindor a penalty kick. We still have a chance."
"I'll go find Professor Sprout and Mrs. Hooch..."
Harris waved his arms and said angrily: "If he has to be the referee in the next game, we will refuse to participate!"
Many people in the stands were also very dissatisfied with this result and shouted loudly.
But it was no use, Snape couldn't hear what they said.
In the Gryffindor stands, Ron suppressed his excitement and whispered to Hermione: "It seems that Harry is right, Snape is really targeting Kyle."
“But this is wrong.” Hermione frowned. "I watched Quidditch Quidditch and Kyle didn't do anything foul at all."
"Yes, yes, I know." Ron muttered quietly: "But this is bad for us... Ouch!"
Someone poked Ron in the back of the head. It was Malfoy.
“Oh, I’m sorry, Weasley, I didn’t see you there.”
Malfoy grinned at Crabbe and Goyle. "You should really thank Professor Snape. He probably doesn't want you to lose too badly."
Ron wanted to retort, but was unable to speak.
Because just now Snape unreasonably sentenced Kyle to a foul.
"Two..." Malfoy couldn't laugh at this time.
He said with some jealousy: "Damn it, why does Professor Snape take care of you so much, just because you have no brains?"
"Then you should join the team, Neville Longbottom. With your empty head, maybe Professor Snape will give you the Golden Snitch directly."
Neville's face turned red, and he turned around from his chair to face Malfoy.
"Shut up, Malfoy, I won't be afraid of you this time!" he stammered.
Malfoy, Crabbe and Goyle laughed strangely: "It seems that you didn't learn the lesson last time. Why, you want to try the leg-locking curse again?"
Humbling all the way from the Quidditch pitch to the castle, I dare say it would be fun. "
Neville's face turned redder and he clenched his fists tightly.
But Malfoy didn't pay attention at all and kept chattering some sarcastic words.
Neville finally couldn't bear it anymore and rolled over from the back of the seat. Before Malfoy could understand what was going on, he threw him to the ground.
Upon seeing this, Ron immediately jumped over to help. Together with Crabbe and Goyle, the five of them soon rolled into a ball under the seats, playing more fiercely than on the court.
But everyone around them was concentrating on watching the game, so they didn't notice them, even Hermione.
Her eyes were always on the court.
Just now, Harry suddenly accelerated towards the ground without warning, apparently discovering the Golden Snitch.
But at this time, Snape accidentally gave Kyle another foul, and the frustrated Hufflepuff batter swung the stick as if to vent his anger.
The Bludger coming at a high speed rubbed the tip of Harry's nose and flew towards Snape, causing him to subconsciously dodge back.
By the time Harry came to his senses, the Golden Snitch had already disappeared.
"Oh, damn, why is it this time..." Harry raised his broomstick in annoyance and returned to the air.
…
Next, the game almost became Snape's personal show. He used that magical whistle to beat Hufflepuff by at least fifty points.
Moreover, in the 30th minute of the game, when Harry and Cedric rushed towards the Snitch at the same time, Snape inexplicably appeared in front of Harry.
In order not to hit him, Harry had to change direction in advance and turned a corner.
But such a simple action caused him to miss the best opportunity to catch the Golden Snitch.
When Cedric finally caught the snitch, the distance between the two was less than an inch.
In any case, the game is over!
180:20.
Hufflepuff wins.
When Harry jumped off the broomstick in annoyance, a hand was put on his shoulder. He raised his head and saw Dumbledore's smiling face.
"You did well." Dumbledore's voice was so soft that only Harry could hear it.
“Although it’s a bit regretful, I’m glad to see you don’t think about that mirror all day long...You live a full life...It’s great.”
(End of this chapter)