At this time, Emily's Viking braids were almost parallel to the broom as she ran at high speed. In order to buy enough time for Draco Malfoy to catch up with the seventy points, Qiu Zhang had found traces of the Golden Snitch several times, but the opportunity had slipped away and she had to look for it again.
Qiu Zhang knew that with Ravenclaw's current score, there was no need to worry about Slytherin surpassing them to win the School Championship Cup. However, Emily's endless troubles still made her feel a little frustrated — however, Slytherin's players were also anxious like Qiu Zhang.
Slytherin's players did not participate in Draco's and Pency's high-intensity attacks in order to defend their position as much as possible. However, Ravenclaw's corresponding positional strength was better than Slytherin's, and their tactical coordination and tacit understanding were also better than Slytherin's. Although they had tried their best to stop Ravenclaw, Ravenclaw could quickly score again after Draco's goal. As a result, the battle was in a stalemate. Slytherin's score was always in the lead, but the gap could not be widened. What was worse was that if this continued, it would obviously be disadvantageous for Slytherin, who relied on individual attacks. On the other hand, Ravenclaw's physical exhaustion was significantly reduced by relying on coordination.
Pency's gaze swept across Emily, who was entangled with Qiu Zhang in the air, and Draco, who did not even bother to comb his messy hair. She bit her lower lip with her white teeth. She waved her arm forcefully, and her hand slowly slid across her neck — she made a signal unique to the Slytherin special team. All the previous Slytherin Quidditch teams understood the meaning of this gesture. Now was the time to use Slytherin Quidditch's traditional style.
In the following game, Gower and Crabbe took advantage of their tall stature to deliberately hit the opposing players with their bodies and deliberately aimed the wander ball at the opponent's body parts. Gower and the others were not careful with their attacks. They even hit the Ravenclaw players' weak spots. The angry Mrs. Huo Qi awarded Ravenclaw a lot of free throws, and Slytherin's score even fell behind for a while.
However, the follow-up effect did have some effect. These tactics were probably not very effective against Gryffindor and Hufflepuff, but they did have some effect on the Ravenclaw players who were somewhat afraid of pain. After suffering a few harsh blows, the Young Eagles subconsciously evaded Slytherin's aggressive attacks. However, this disrupted tactic and formation immediately made Draco's offense and the others' defense a lot easier.
This also made many people off the field start to curse. In fact, for most of the audience, whether they were still in school or graduated, the team they supported was Ravenclaw — not because Ravenclaw's group of bookworms were very likable, but because they had more or less been tricked by Slytherin's cunning tactics.
"This group of vipers is really despicable. They're starting to use these shameless tactics again!" Ron was unhappy when he saw Draco steal the limelight from off the field. Now that he noticed that Slytherin had started to use these little tricks again, he was very angry. "That group of vipers kept calling me King Weasley last year and made me play abnormally!"
Harry recalled the situation at that time and imitated Geraldine's tone and said, "Do you remember the game when Allen was a batter? At that time, England's manager, Geraldine, said that low-level illegal tactics like Slytherin would not have any effect if they were used in a regular game!"
Jenny agreed with her boyfriend. She was also beginning to plan to play professional sports in Quidditch after graduation. She further said, "And players from such a team who develop these bad habits will not be able to survive in a professional team, because even if it's a foul, a professional team has its own way of fouling."
"That's right! In that case, it's actually a good thing! " Ron nodded and vented his anger. "They want to be professional players in the future, but no one will want them!"
"But speaking of which, although I know that Ravenclaw is not good at collisions, I didn't expect them to be so afraid of pain …" As the team's captain, Harry saw something, but then he shook his head. Although Gryffindor's style should be the best among the four teams, they were not Slytherin. Under normal circumstances, Ravenclaw could completely use conventional means to deal with their style and tactics.
Sirius's eyes were not very angry. On the contrary, there was a look of nostalgia. "Speaking of which, those Slytherin used these foul moves to deal with James in the past. But Harry, in the face of your father's flying talent, these are not a problem!"
At this time, there was a cold snort beside them. It turned out that a few Slytherin had heard the little lions talking loudly.
"But that's a professional game!" "Don't forget that this is an internal competition at Hogwarts. Who do you think would give up their family business after graduation to play basketball?" Millison Bast raised his fat chin and retorted, "Don't forget that this is an internal competition at Hogwarts. Who do you think would give up their family business to play basketball after graduation?"
Although Slytherin had begun to split internally, in the face of other academies insulting Slytherin, these little snakes still chose to temporarily put aside their displeasure and habitually choose to stand up against others.
On the other side of Harris's stand.
Albert and Daisy seemed to have forgotten that they were here to support their sister, Emily. The siblings had already stood up and roared like most of the people present after Gregory Gall took advantage of a wandering ball to give Ravenclaw's Terry Bout a vicious blow. Hibiscus Chinensis and Tonks looked at each other and helplessly dragged one of them back to their seats.
Luna twisted the butter beer cork around her neck. "Slytherin's students have been harassing us recently. Now, it's much less — ouch!"
"Slytherin broke the rules! It's not Slytherin harassing us! Miss Lovgood! " Mag finally couldn't resist the urge to strike Luna's waist with the tip of his wand. Luna's eyes bulged even more upon seeing this, as no one would have expected Mag to do so aside from Lee Jordan.
Professor Mag wasn't very confident that Luna would be able to continue her commentary in this manner. At the very least, she was in a better mood than she had been earlier. For example, during the free throws on the court, she was only focused on her wand, which she was still yearning for.
"Slytherin's methods are very practical. Allen, before you came to school, they had won the championship many times in a row." Penello was used to Slytherin's methods. In fact, after Allen played as a batter and destroyed Slytherin's broom, these little snakes' tactics became more normal and less exaggerated.
"It's useful in school competitions, but it's quite appropriate for them to do this today." Allen looked at the head of the little girl on the mother's side. "That little giant eight-eyed spider is too young to be enslaved by the gem, right? How can it be so obedient at such a young age? This thing's intelligence is close to human intelligence, but it can't be tamed, so it's highly dangerous to ordinary wizards and Muggle. You have to be careful not to hurt the child. "
"It's okay. That's the last descendant of Aragoc and his wife Mosag. It's obviously much smarter than ordinary ones. It knows what to do and what not to do. If its father hadn't died of old age recently, I think it would have learned how to use its big chelicerae to speak human language," Penello said with a proud tone. "In fact, it's not that they can't be tamed. In the past two years, those who are disobedient have been absorbed in front of them. These little guys who are too young and haven't had the time to install the enslavement gem are obviously more talkative than the previous ones. They know what to do and what not to do."
"Oh, at this time, Aragoc has died of old age …" Allen shook his head. "Speaking of which, Hagrid hasn't come looking for me after the battle at the Ministry of Magic. Recently, he's not so naive. He can remember that the eggs of the giant eight-eyed spider are clearly listed as a Class A non-tradable commodity by the Department of Magical Creatures Management and Control … Well, maybe he can't remember it so accurately, but it's enough to know that it will be severely punished."
Penello replied with a somewhat regretful expression, "It's just a pity about the soul. I didn't do anything to this old guy in order to control his descendants in the tribe. This time, after returning from Africa and finishing other things, I found that he had already died of old age."
Hearing the word 'died of old age', Allen looked at the witch. "Penello, we have to send the elixir of immortality to your parents. You're very thoughtful about security, much more so than me … But, just to be on the safe side, let's send a few Undead Knights with them …"
"Okay, I'll go with you." Penello's voice was a little softer than usual. Then she began to laugh shrilly. "Don't be fooled by my father. He's afraid of watching horror movies. I have to see his reaction when the time comes."
Allen, who didn't have much to say about the way her family got along, changed the topic.
"Oh? By the way, Aragoc … Aragoc's body is still in your pocket space? " Allen looked around and then gave up the idea of looking for someone in this place, even if it was a hybrid giant. "Let's send it back to Hagrid later. After all, its descendants have made a lot of 'contributions' to Harris and the Ministry of Magic. Let's go to Hagrid's place and hold a funeral for it. It's also to confirm the situation for Hagrid."
Penello crossed her slender legs and opened her gorgeous red lips. "Is this a date?"
"… If you think it's romantic for me to take you to the funeral of a man-eating spider."
"Forget it if you don't want to bring anyone else."
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