Slytherin goalkeeper Bledge saved the ball, he threw the Quaffle to Warrington, Warrington sped with the ball, bypassing Arya and Katie, he was getting closer and closer to Ron, and the song below was getting louder and louder, Weasley was our king. Pen @ fun @ pavilion wWw. ｂｉｑUｇE。 ｉｎｆｏ

There were bursts of screams, and the singing voices were getting louder and louder, and the atmosphere of the scene reached its peak.

"Weasley was our king, he always put the ball in the goal, Weasley was our king. ”

At this moment, everyone stopped, even Harry and Malfoy.

They didn't bother to look for the Golden Snitch and turned to look at Ron, everyone looking there.

At the other end of the pitch, the lone figure stood in front of the three goal rings, and the burly Warrington was speeding towards him.

"Warrington got the Quaffle, Warrington rushed towards the goal, the Bludger couldn't catch up with him, there was only the goalkeeper in front of him. Jordan shouted, speaking extremely fast, "No one cooperates, it won't work, but he seems to be desperate, this is their only chance, Slytherin can't even grab a Bludger now!"

The singing in the stands of Slytherin grew louder and louder: Weasley's little fool, he wouldn't block a ball.

"Now is the first test for Gryffindor's new goalkeeper Weasley, the younger brother of legendary Gryffindor captain Charlie Weasley and batsmen Fred and George Weasley, a rising star in the team with a fine Quidditch tradition. Come on, Ron, stop him!"

But seconds later, cheers rang out from the Slytherin side.

Ron pounced with his arms outstretched, and the Quaffle flew under his armpit, straight through the goal ring in the middle of the man.

"Slytherin scores!" Lee's voice rang out amid cheers and boos from the crowd in the stands, "Ten to zero, Slytherin leads, Ron's reaction speed is good, but it seems to be unlucky." ”

Letherin's people sang even louder: Weasley was born in the dumpster, and he always put the ball in the goal.

The singing was now deafening, drowning out all the voices in the field.

Gryffindor also wants to make a wave, but they don't have a unified slogan, and it's too late for the current organization!

"Weasley make sure I win this game, Weasley is our king!"

The singing began to resound throughout the audience, and even many of Hufflepuff and Ravenclaw began to sing along.

I have to admit that this song is really demonic, especially the line: Weasley is our king.

The Slytherins became more and more courageous, giving up the Bludger and grabbing the Quaffle with all their hearts, desperate to get the ball.

Angelina screamed loudly throughout the stadium and told the players to defend, but in doing so, she was out of proportion and was led by Slytherin.

Fred's Bludger hit Warrington hard, and he shook his body for a moment, not letting go of the Quaffle.

As before, he went straight to Gryffindor's goal, the same position, the agreed action, even the surrender of the ball.

Ron was teetering there, seemingly frightened by the other party, and dodged backwards.

In the next second, the Gryffindor let out a groan of pain, and the Slytherin team erupted in screams and applause.

Slytherin scored, twenty to zero.

Then it was Slytherin's captain Montey who got the Quaffle, followed by Poussey.

Thirty to zero! Forty to zero!

Their tactics are as simple as they are now, giving up control and mobility, everyone is blocking in front of their goal, and when they get the ball, they rush forward with all their might.

Then fly to Ron, pitch, score!

"It's over!" Hermione said bitterly, as Ron seemed to have given up on resistance, or was completely confused.

Now, as long as a Slytherin comes in with a Quaffle, they can easily score goals.

Harry's motivation for finding the Snitch now had an element of trepidation, and he just wanted to find it quickly and end the game.

"Weasley was born in the dumpster, he always put the ball in the goal, Weasley made sure I won this game, Weasley is our king!"

Harry used his speed to move the whole audience away, he didn't dare to look at Ron, he could only hear the constant cheers of the Slytherins below, and he also saw Pansy, whose face looked like a poodle, directing the Slytherin cheerleaders to sing.

And then, fifty to zero, sixty to zero!

It's terrible, Gryffindor has never been beaten like this.

Harry suddenly felt that maybe Ginny was better off than Ron.

He kept reassuring himself, just 60 points ahead, not too much, there was still a chance.

He has to hurry, and now it's up to him to end this painful game, or they'll lose badly. Harry thought to himself, and then he finally saw the tiny, flickering golden snitch hanging a few feet above the pitch at the end of Slytherin.

He swooped down, and in an instant, Malfoy burst out from Harry's left.

A silver and green light lay on the broomstick, and the snitch flew around the foot of the goal ring towards the other side of the stands.

The turn worked in Malfoy's favor, and he was closer.

Harry flipped the bolts, and he and Malfoy were now neck-and-neck.

A few feet off the ground, Harry let go of the broomstick with his right hand and headed towards the snitch.

To his right, Malfoy's arm reached out, clawing at it.

Both of them had a chance, and at the moment when the wind whistled, it was all over

Harry's fingers gripped the small, struggling golden ball, Malfoy's nails grabbed the back of Harry's hand in despair, Harry lifted his broom into the air, clutching the still struggling ball in his hand, and the Gryffindor supporters finally cheered loudly.

It was the first time they cheered for the tournament, and luckily with Harry around, they won the game.

Harry was glad they were saved!

For all that goals Ron put in, as long as Gryffindor wins, no one will remember him......

Bang!

A Bludger hit Harry's back and he flew off his broomstick, thankfully only five or six feet off the ground.

Crabbe also grabbed his second Bludger of the game, and he and Goyle were completely suppressed by Fred and George, but it didn't matter because they had the upper spot, but Harry grabbed the snitch and ended it all.

Gryffindor had won, a result that made the Slytherins feel even more humiliated, and they clearly had the overall advantage.

"How could he do that, the game is over!" Hermione shouted angrily, waving her fist at Crabbe.

"It's good that I didn't hit the point, Mrs. Hooch has already passed!" said Evan angrily.

Equally angry with them is all Gryffindor, Lee Jordan has started cursing!

Harry fell from the sky, and he heard Mrs. Hooch's shrill whistle, and the stands were in an uproar, mixed with boos, mockery, and angry shouts, tom, followed by Angelina's anxious voice.

"Are you alright?"

"It's okay!" Harry said through gritted teeth, grabbing her hand and letting her pull him up.

"It's that thug, Crabbe!" Angelina said angrily, "He saw you catch the snitch and threw the Bludger at you, but we won, Harry, we won!