Chapter 181: Quidditch Disaster (2/2)

In the next round as Ginny passed the Quaffle to Harry, Chris seized the chance. Harry threw the Quaffle to Chris, which soared straight through Chris's outstretched hands and hit her hard in the face.

”I'm sorry! Chris, are you okay?” Harry said, zooming towards her.

Chris hide her smirk as her nose started to bleed.

”Get back in position, she's fine!” barked Angelina. ”What is wrong with you all today? I'm glad you're not a chaser, Potter. Maybe you forgot we've got Bludgers for knocking people off the brooms!”

”I'm fine. I'll be alright.” Chris said and ate the Nosebleed Nougats.

Down below the Slytherins were stamping their feet and jeering. The only thing Chris didn't like today was those Slytherins, without them her plan didn't look so bad.

”All right,” called Angelina, ”Fred, George, go and get your bats and a Bludger; Ron, get up to the goalposts, Harry, release the Snitch when I say so. We're going to aim for Ron's goal, obviously.”

Chris's nose was bleeding very terribly within seconds. Ginny soared towards her.

”Don't you've anything for that nose?” She asked.

”Actually I've but I can't take it here,” Chris whispered. ”I need to get out of here before four o'clock.”

Ginny raised her eyebrows at her.

”I can handle this, don't worry,” Chris said holding her nose.

Angelina blew her whistle, Harry released the Snitch and Fred and George let fly the Bludger. Chris and Ginny passed the Quaffle to each other and reached the goalposts. Ron was flying between the middle post and left post. Ginny did a goal. Ron hovered on the left goalpost as Chris did another goal. Angelina's whistled.

”Stop — stop  — STOP!” screamed Angelina. ”Ron — you're not covering your all posts!”

”Oh . . . sorry . . .”

”You keep shifting around while you're watching the Chasers!” said Angelina. ”Either stay in centre position until you have to move to defend a hoop, or else circle the hoops, but don't drift vaguely off to one side, that's how you let in the last two goals!”

”Sorry . . .” Ron repeated, his red face shining like a beacon against the bright blue sky.

”And Chris, can't you do something about that nosebleed?”

”Er... Angelina, it's getting worse. I think I've to check it with Madam Pomfrey.” Chris said, her sleeves were covered with blood now. She showed it to Angelina.

”I think she should, Angelina,” Fred said.

Angelina sighed.

”Alright, go Chris. We can't continue like this,” she said. She was ignoring the Slytherins, who had now set up a chant of ”Gryffindor are losers, Gryffindor are losers,” but there was a certain rigidity about her seat on the broom nevertheless.

Chris zoomed towards the changing rooms, pulled out an antidote from her locket, hastily took a sip and changed her robes.

By the time she was walking towards the lake, there was just a little weakness in her body because of the blood loss, otherwise, her nose was fine.

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To be continued...