Slytherin's goalkeeper, Blech, saved the ball and threw the Ghost Fly to Warrington. Warrington dribbled the ball and ran, bypassing Aria and Katie. As he got closer to Ron, the singing became louder and louder. Weasley is our king.
Waves of screams and the singing became louder and louder. The atmosphere in the stadium reached its peak.
"Weasley is our king. He always puts the ball into the goal. Weasley is our king."
At that moment, everyone stopped. Even Harry and Malfoy stopped.
They could not be bothered to look for the Golden Snitch. They turned to look at Ron. Everyone was looking at him.
On the other side of the field, a lonely figure was guarding in front of the three goal rings. The burly Warrington was running towards him.
"Warrington has the Ghost Fly. Warrington is rushing towards the goal. The Walk Ball can't catch up with him. There's only the goalkeeper in front of him." Jordan shouted. He spoke very quickly. "He won't succeed without someone to cooperate with him. But he seems to be desperate. This is their only chance. Slytherin can't even get the Walk Ball now!"
The singing in the Slytherin's stands became louder and louder. "Weasley is a fool. He won't block a single ball."
"Now is the first test for Gryffindor's new goalkeeper, Weasley. He is the younger brother of Gryffindor's legendary captain, Charlie Weasley, and the batsmen, Fred and George Weasley. He is a rising star of the team. He has a good Quidditch tradition. Come on, Ron, stop him! "
But a few seconds later, cheers came from Slytherin's side.
Ron opened his arms and pounced. The Ghost Fly flew under his armpit and went straight through the center of the goal ring.
"Slytherin scores!" Li's voice rang out amidst the cheers and boos of the audience in the stands. "Ten-nil, Slytherin is in the lead. Ron's reaction speed is not bad, but he seems to be unlucky."
The Leitrim people sang even louder: Weasley was born in a dustbin, he always puts the ball in the goal.
The singing was now deafening and drowned out all the other sounds.
Gryffindor also wanted to join in, but they did not have a unified slogan, and it was too late for them to organize now!
"Weasley guarantees my victory. Weasley is our king!"
The singing gradually filled the entire venue, and even many people from Hufflepuff and Ravenclaw began to sing along.
He had to admit that the song was magical, especially the line: Weasley is our king.
Slytherin's players became more and more courageous as they fought. They gave up on the Ghost Fly and focused wholeheartedly on snatching the Ghost Fly, grabbing the ball at all costs.
Angelina was so angry that she screamed at the top of her lungs, ordering her players to defend. But this caused them to lose their sense of propriety, and Slytherin took over the rhythm.
Fred's Ghost Fly hit Warrington hard. His body swayed, but he did not let go of the Ghost Fly in his hand.
Just like before, he went straight for Gryffindor's goal. The same position, the same action, and even the way he surrendered the ball was exactly the same.
Ron was on the verge of collapse. He seemed to be frightened by his opponent and dodged backward.
The next second, Gryffindor's side groaned in pain, and Slytherin's side erupted in screams and applause.
Slytherin scored, 20-nil.
Then, Slytherin's captain, Montai, got the Ghost Fly, followed by Pousse.
30-nil! 40-nil!
Their current tactics were extremely simple. They gave up on field control and mobility. Everyone blocked in front of their own goal, and once they snatched the ball, they would all rush forward.
Then, they would fly to Ron, throw the ball, and score!
"It's over!" Hermione said painfully. Ron seemed to have given up, or he was completely stunned.
Now, as long as Slytherin's players came over with the Ghost Fly, they could easily score.
Harry's motivation to look for the Ghost Fly now had an element of fear. He just wanted to find it quickly and end the game.
"Weasley was born in a dustbin, and he always puts the ball into the goal. Weasley guarantees that I will win this game. Weasley is our king!"
Harry walked around the field as fast as he could. He did not dare look at Ron, and could only hear the endless cheers of Slytherin's players below. He also saw Pansy, who had a face like a lion, directing Slytherin's cheerleaders to sing loudly.
Then, 50-nil, 60-nil!
It was terrible. Gryffindor had never been beaten like this before.
Harry suddenly felt that perhaps Ginny would have performed better than Ron.
He kept comforting himself that they were only ahead by 60 points, which was not too much, and that they still had a chance.
He had to hurry. Now, he could only rely on himself to end this painful game, or they would lose badly. That was what Harry thought. Then, he finally saw the small, flashing golden Ghost Fly a few feet above Slytherin's side of the field.
He swooped over, and in an instant, Malfoy rushed out from Harry's left side.
A silvery and green shadow lay on the broom, and the Ghost Fly went around the foot of the goal ring and flew to the other side of the stands.
This turn was very advantageous for Malfoy, who was closer.
Harry turned the crossbow, and he and Malfoy were now neck and neck.
A few feet from the ground, Harry let go of the broom handle with his right hand and turned to the Ghost Fly.
On his right, Malfoy's arm also reached out and grabbed.
Both of them had a chance. In the howling wind, in the nick of time, everything was over.
Harry's fingers grasped the small, struggling golden ball, and Malfoy's nails desperately clawed at the back of Harry's hand. Harry swung the broom and rose into the air, holding the still struggling ball in his hand. Gryffindor's supporters finally cheered loudly.
This was the first time they had cheered in the game. Fortunately, Harry was there, and they had won the game.
Harry was also very glad that they were saved!
Although Ron had scored so many goals, as long as Gryffindor won, no one would remember him. He …
Bang!
A walking ball hit Harry in the back of his waist, and he flew out of the broom. Fortunately, he was only five or six feet off the ground.
Crabbe also grabbed his second walking ball of the game. He and Gore were completely suppressed by Fred and George, but it didn't matter because they had the upper hand. However, Harry grabbed the Ghost Fly and ended it all.
Gryffindor won. This result made Slytherin's people feel even more sullen. They clearly had the upper hand.
"How could he do that? The game is over!" Hermione shouted angrily, waving her fist at Crabbe.
"Fortunately, it didn't hit a vital point. Madam Hooch has already gone over!" Elwyn also said angrily.
All the Gryffindor fans were equally angry. Lee Jordan had already started cursing!
Harry landed from the sky. He heard Madam Hooch's shrill whistle. There was an uproar in the stands, mixed with boos, laughter, and angry shouts. Then, there was a bang, followed by Angelina's anxious voice.
"Are you okay?"
"I'm fine!" Harry said through gritted teeth. He grabbed her hand and let her pull him up.
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