Chapter 97： Hot-blooded Quidditch (1) (2/2)

However, he believes that this possibility is not high.

Although the weather is a bit bad, watching the game with everyone still feels very atmospheric, just like watching a movie or watching a game in front of the computer, which is completely different from going to the cinema or watching a game on the stadium.

Amidst the cheers of the crowd, after the Gryffindor team in red Quidditch uniforms entered the field, there was a burst of enthusiastic cheers and applause. When the Slytherin team in the green Quidditch uniform entered the field, they were greeted with boos and applause.

”It seems that our Slytherin team is not welcomed by everyone!” Ravenclaw's commentator raised his microphone and joked loudly.

The next moment, his response was a boo from the Slytherin auditorium.

Albert never doubted that if the school did not separate the seats of the four colleges, it might cause a chaotic fight during the game.

Mrs. Hooch of the flight class will be the referee. She is standing in the center of the court with her flying broomstick in her hand, waiting for the players from both sides to enter the court.

”Listen, I hope everyone will participate in the game fairly and honestly.” Mrs. Hooch said loudly after the players of the two teams gathered around.

This was expanded through magic, enough to be heard by all audiences on the venue.

In fact, Mrs. Hooch's words were specifically aimed at certain people on the two teams.

”I feel that the captains of both sides are trying to squeeze each other's hands off.” Albert moved his monoculars and focused his gaze on Charlie, who was shaking hands with each other, feeling a little tempted to laugh.

Try vigorously when shaking hands. There are people who like to play this trick no matter where you are.

”Charlie also specifically asked me how to use force when shaking hands.” A familiar voice sounded beside him, Hagrid, holding a big umbrella and holding a pair of binoculars, sat down beside a few people.

Before the game started, Albert could feel that it was full of gunpowder. I am afraid the game will not be as simple as he thought.

Fifteen flying broomsticks rose into the sky after the whistle sounded.

The game officially started.

A few minutes later, Albert dare to slap his chest dumbfounded to ensure that this is definitely the dirtiest game he has ever seen.

The ghost ball was first snatched by Jack. Under the cover of his teammates, this acrobatic pursuit player cleverly used the reverse pass tactics to give Gryffindor 10 points.

However, in order to prevent Gryffindor from chasing the ball to score, the Slytherin batter chose to slam into Jack, and their broomsticks were directly offset several meters.

”Foul! Foul!” An angry wave erupted from the audience, engulfing the sleet overhead.

”Slytherin deliberately bumped into a foul!” the commentator shouted, ”Unfortunately, their conspiracy failed. Gryffindor took the lead in getting 10 points. Now, the ghost ball is awarded to Gryffindor by Mrs. Hooch.”

The game continues...

”Is this normal?” Albert ignored the yelling roommates around him, and asked Hagrid beside him loudly.

”It's not normal.” Hagrid turned his head and said to Albert. ”However, in recent years, Gryffindor and Slytherin games have been full of gunpowder.”

After the narrator called out Gryffindor to score, Hagrid clapped vigorously.

”Smell of gunpowder?” Albert returned his gaze to the court. He felt that it was not the smell of gunpowder, but full of explosives, which could explode at any time.

”Gryffindor scored another goal and took the lead by twenty points.” The commentator was obviously not qualified, but Albert liked this guy's bias towards Gryffindor.

The Gryffindor team led by 20 points in a short time, making the Slytherin team very angry, they began to grab the ball unscrupulously.

When Mario was preparing to pass the ball, the broom was hit by someone else's kick, and suddenly it shook violently. He had to hold the broom with both hands to avoid falling down. The ghost ball that was tightly held was also by the Slytherin chaser. Robbed.

However, as revenge against Slytherin. When Mark passed by the side of Slytherin Seeker Marcus Flint, he suddenly made a false move and hit the opponent’s nose with a punch, making the unfortunate Seeker head back. , Began to bleed.

Gryffindor and Slytherin were awarded a free throw by Mrs. Hooch.

The game continued in this chaos. Almost every few minutes, Mrs. Hooch would blow the whistle to announce that so and so fouled again.

This almost drove the referee crazy.

Albert took out a water bottle and gave himself a sip, and began to condemn the Slytherin students with everyone.

No way, Locke of Slytherin hit Irene on the back of the head with a stick, and even quibbleed that her head was a wandering ball.

Madam Hooch blew the whistle again, and the ghost ball landed on Jack again. The chaser cleverly avoided the interception and rushed towards Locke with a sharp turn. The ghost ball smashed into the face of the stunned hitter at a swift speed, bounced back, and was picked up by a teammate flying below.

”Ah, sorry, the vision is not so good, I saw the wrong person, I'm so sorry.” Jack apologized to Locke falsely, and then flew away on the broom without waiting for the other person to react.

Although the Slytherin student below yelled for a foul, Mrs. Hooch did not blow the whistle and regarded it as a normal pass.

However, the object of the pass is the Slytherin batter. It can only be said that the Gryffindor chaser took the initiative to give up his own advantage, which does not seem to be a foul.

As for smashing the opponent's face with a ghost ball, Locke himself has no use to dodge.

Until the game, even Professor McGonagall has no time to stop the narrator's extreme remarks. The dean of Gryffindor shook his fist towards the sky in anger.

Because just now, when Charlie was about to catch the Golden Snitch, the Slytherin chaser montage slammed into him, causing Charlie to almost fall off the broomstick, and thus lost the opportunity to catch the Golden Snitch~www. novelhall.com~Although Gryffindor got 10 points for this, the result did not calm the anger of Gryffindor supporters, and some people began to throw things at the venue in protest.

Gryffindor also gave the color back, taking the ghost ball into the scoring zone in Gryffindor at Montage, and was slapped in the face by Wood, so dizzy and almost falling off the broom.

”Free throws!” Madame Hooch, furiously, shouted towards Wood: ”I don't remember any rule that allows attacking chasers.”

”Sorry, I was so excited and made a mistake.” Wood apologized, as if what had just happened was an accident.

In the audience, Albert felt that this game was very problematic. It was definitely the rudest game he had ever seen.

Could this be the legendary hot-blooded Quidditch?

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