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The situation on the field began to change, and Slytherin's team gradually gained the upper hand.
"Slytherin's team got the Ghost Fly Ball. Slytherin's team attack, Montague scores!" Li Qiaodan groaned. "Oh, no! Seventy to twenty, Gryffindor is temporarily in the lead, but the situation is not good. If we can't find a way to deal with it, I'm afraid … "
"Damn Slytherin, despicable Malfoy!" Ron waved his arms and shouted angrily, "If Gryffindor loses the match, I will definitely not let Malfoy off, I swear I will …"
It was rare that Hermione did not stop Ron from cursing Malfoy.
At this moment, she was nervously staring at the sky, her hands tightly gripping Elwyn's arm.
Elwyn did not remind her. He knew that Hermione must be very nervous, because he was also extremely nervous. He focused all his attention on Harry's figure in the sky.
Directly above the crowd, Harry and Malfoy were entangled.
Neither of them was willing to give in, and the flying broomstick and knee would often collide.
Harry seemed to have made up his mind to stop Malfoy no matter what he did.
"Get out of the way, Potter!" Malfoy shouted helplessly, because he wanted to turn, but found that Harry was blocking his way.
Harry didn't say anything. Malfoy's action of pulling the tail of the bolt had infuriated him.
He was now determined to determine victory and defeat with Malfoy, and directly engage in a physical confrontation.
This move was far beyond Malfoy's expectations, and he was caught unprepared.
In a Quidditch match, the Ball Seeker would rarely have physical contact with other players, let alone a high-intensity confrontation like this.
The team's only requirement for the ball seeker was to have the fastest speed and proficient broomstick control skills. In order to maintain speed, the ball seeker must deliberately reduce weight.
Now, Harry's reckless collision and obstruction was unprecedented in a regular competition. It was no wonder that Malfoy was not used to it.
Even though Harry himself was very thin and weak, he was able to grit his teeth and persevere. From this, it could be seen that he was much stronger than the weak-willed Malfoy.
Unsurprisingly, after a few high-intensity collisions, Malfoy was quickly defeated. With a panicked expression, he quickly lowered his altitude and looked for help from the other team members.
However, no one could help him. Just a second before Malfoy rapidly descended, Angelina snatched the ball again.
On the field, except for Malfoy, all the Slytherin players, including the goalkeeper, accelerated towards Angelina. They were ready to block her, but it seemed like they were taking advantage of this opportunity to completely eliminate her.
Malfoy descended rapidly, and Harry was hot on his heels. Both of them used their fastest speed.
The two were like two falling meteors, one in front and one behind as they charged towards Slythrin.
In order to avoid Malfoy and Harry, Slytherin's team dispersed. Malfoy collided with Derrick, who could not dodge in time, and both of them rolled to the ground.
Everything happened too quickly, and no one knew what happened.
The Slytherin players were all stunned. They could not believe what was happening in front of them. They only saw Malfoy attacking their own team members.
At the critical moment, Harry pulled the string of the crossbow, bypassing the obstacles in front of him, and quickly ascended.
Because of him and Malfoy, Slytherin's encirclement was disrupted, and the path in front of Angelina was cleared.
"She scored! She scored! Gryffindor's team is leading 80 to 20! "Li Qiaodong shouted excitedly.
At the same time, Harry, who had just returned to the center of the field, also found the Golden Snitch. It was just a few feet above the grass, flashing with golden light.
Malfoy, who had just fallen from the sky, was very close to it, but he had not yet discovered it. He was blaming Derrick.
Harry directed the arrow downwards, and everyone noticed his movements. They also noticed the Golden Snitch floating above the grass.
The Slytherin players quickly reminded Malfoy. He was stunned for a moment, and a trace of greed and ecstasy flashed across his face. He was now much closer to the Golden Snitch than Harry.
He also began to speed up. Malfoy had never felt so close to victory before.
As long as he could catch the Golden Snitch before Harry, he would be Slytherin's hero, and he would be the best.
The noisy Quidditch field was instantly silent. Everyone was staring at Harry and Malfoy.
Elwyn noticed that Harry's feet were pushing back, and he was constantly urging the crossbow to catch up with Malfoy.
Bor hit him with a Walking Ball, and Harry dodged it by crouching on his flying broom.
He was so fast that only a shadow could be seen. He was already next to Malfoy's ankle, and in the blink of an eye, he was parallel to his opponent.
At the last moment, Harry threw himself forward, and his hands left the flying broom. Just like the promotional animation made by Elwyn and Sirius, Harry jumped forward like a lion, leaving the flying broom. He hit Malfoy's arm, and then …
He stopped rushing down, and his hand was raised. The stands exploded.
Harry flew above the crowd, and there was a strange sound in his ears.
He clenched the golden ball, and the ball flapped its wings hopelessly between his fingers.
Victory!!!
Gryffindor won the game!!!
Elwyn followed everyone to the center of the field, and the entire Gryffindor team flew down with their arms around each other.
Because of the excitement, everyone was crying.
"We won the trophy! We won the trophy! "There was an endless stream of cheers and shouts, and everyone shouted until their throats were hoarse.
Malfoy looked at Harry with resentment for a while, and then he left the field with Slytherin's team. The entire Quidditch field was a sea of scarlet.
Today was destined to be Gryffindor's day. The red crowd rushed over the barriers to the field in waves, and countless hands fell on the players like raindrops.
Elwyn did not go forward to hug them like the others did. He stopped at the edge of the field, and Sirius stood there alone, his face full of relief.
"This game was more exciting than any game I remember. Harry played very well. He is an excellent ball-seeker, even better than his father!" Sirius whispered to Elwyn. He used the back of his hand to wipe the corner of his eyes, and his voice was slightly hoarse. "Yes, that's right. Harry has grown up, and Jaime should be able to rest assured."
Although he tried his best to restrain himself, tears still flowed out uncontrollably.
To be honest, this was the first time Elwyn saw Sirius cry like this. Even when he caught Dwarf Peter and explained the truth of the incident to Harry, he did not cry like this. In Elwyn's impression, he thought that a brave Magus like Sirius would never cry because he was fearless.
This was because he was fearless. After being betrayed by a trusted friend, and after his only close friend died because of him, there was nothing else that could touch his heart.
Even if it was tears, after being imprisoned in Azkaban for thirteen years, they should have dried up by now!
But today, Sirius cried, just like the other young Magi who were excited to win the Quidditch trophy.
In an instant, Elwyn felt the loneliness and gratification from Sirius. He had a feeling that as Harry grew up, this hero of the past was slowly aging.
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