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Chapter 190: Why Are You All Chasing Me Instead of Playing the Game?
Chapter 190: Why Are You All Chasing Me Instead of Playing the Game?
Seeing Malfoy charge towards him with a determined expression, ready to risk his life, Ivan was completely baffled.
What a lunatic!
Ivan couldn't understand how much his previous actions had hurt Malfoy's young heart.
What Ivan found even more unacceptable was that the other four Slytherin players were also inspired, even the keeper abandoned the goal and charged towards him.
"Charge together, knock him off his broom!"
"The game can be lost, but Ivan Hals must die!"
Ivan was speechless as he saw a group of Slytherins closing in on him. Why aren't they playing the game and chasing me instead?
Ivan had no choice but to ride his Nimbus 5 and speed away, taking advantage of his enhanced flying skills from the trial card, heading towards the most dangerous areas.
Once, he flew low over the obstacle-filled stands, scaring many of the Slytherin players into not getting too close, to avoid being tricked by Ivan again.
Only Malfoy pursued relentlessly, nearly crashing into the barrier.
At this moment, George, Angelina, and others on the field also realized something was wrong and flew over to support Ivan.
But unfortunately, even at their maximum speed, their brooms were only half as fast as the Nimbus, and they couldn't reach him in time.
"Foul! This is a foul! Make them stop!" On the ground, Wood, the Gryffindor Team captain, angrily shouted at Marcus.
"Sorry, I can't do anything about it", Marcus shrugged, indicating his helplessness. Fred was so angry he wanted to punch him.
Seeing a fight about to break out on the ground, the situation on the field changed. Harry, riding the Nimbus 2000, arrived just in time to help Ivan, successfully distracting two Slytherins.
This allowed Ivan to finally have a free hand. He quickly located the Bludger and began his revenge.
"Malfoy, catch!" Ivan grinned wickedly, swinging his bat with all his might and hitting the Bludger towards Malfoy.
The Bludger, about the size of a head, approached Malfoy, who was terrified. He had no bat in his hands.
Fortunately, Ivan had given him a warning, and Malfoy reacted just in time, narrowly avoiding it. The wind from the Bludger's passing blew his robes loudly.
"Hals, you—" Malfoy was about to taunt Ivan but soon heard a painful cry behind him.
"Ah~"
Malfoy quickly turned his head and saw that the Slytherin who had been following him was hit by the Bludger, his nose and face bruised, and fell off his broom.
"What were you going to say, Malfoy?" Ivan smiled playfully.
The Bludger wasn't aimed at Malfoy; it was difficult to hit someone directly. But the Slytherin following closely behind, with his view blocked by Malfoy, was an easy target.
"Don't forget, you have no ball to play with now!" Malfoy gritted his teeth and continued to charge at Ivan.
Ivan then swung his bat, which was just as effective for hitting people as it was for the game.
Since the Slytherins had broken the rules first, he wasn't going to be foolish enough to stick to them.
Here it comes!
Ivan silently chanted in his mind, swinging the bat towards Malfoy.
Malfoy was terrified, quickly making an emergency ascent. The wide bat grazed his cheek, and he narrowly avoided it.
The momentum on the field suddenly reversed. Ivan chased Malfoy around the field, while the other Slytherins were held back by George, Angelina, and others.
Even with their slower brooms, they still had the advantage of numbers, and no one could come to Malfoy's aid for a while.
However, Malfoy relied on the speed of his broom and kept circling the field. Ivan was frustrated and couldn't do much about it.
"Hals, come on, keep it up!" Malfoy, noticing that Ivan couldn't catch him, started to feel cocky again, giving Ivan the middle finger once more.
"Ivan, catch!" At that moment, Alyssa, as the Chaser, suddenly threw a Quaffle towards Ivan.
Ivan immediately understood her intention, giving Alyssa a thumbs up, and then hit the Quaffle straight at Malfoy's face.
"Hals, that's a foul!" Malfoy, terrified, clung to his broom with both hands, yelling, completely ignoring his own previous foul.
The Quaffle flew past Malfoy, and in the distance, another innocent Slytherin fell to the ground.
"Great hit, Hals!" Alyssa flew over with a smile, high-fiving Ivan in celebration.
George followed suit, bringing over a Bludger for Ivan to hit.
Ivan pretended to hit Malfoy, clearing the field one by one.
This made the other Slytherin team members glare at Malfoy, suspecting that he might be on the other team's side, or else how could it be such a coincidence.
Malfoy had an innocent look on his face, insisting that it wasn't his fault and that this must be Hals' plot to turn everyone against him!
Soon, with the team passing the ball and Ivan's precise strikes, the only Slytherin left on the field was Malfoy.
Meanwhile, in the stands, Marcus watched as one by one, the Slytherin players fell to the ground, and he was almost in tears. He couldn't help but shout.
"Foul, that's a foul! Make him stop."
"I can't control them", Wood, trying to suppress his laughter, mimicked Marcus' earlier gesture, shrugging his shoulders to show his helplessness.
Hermione, Fred, and others finally got their revenge, while Ron kept an eye on the sky, wanting to see how Ivan would deal with Malfoy.
Malfoy, noticing that he was the only Slytherin left on the field, became increasingly panicked but still shouted loudly.
"What do you want to do?"
"You tell me", Ivan said with a mischievous smile, deliberately warning Malfoy before each hit to ensure he was the last one to be dealt with.
Seeing the situation turning against him, Malfoy tried to flee, but he was surrounded by George and the others, with no way out.
Ivan took advantage of Malfoy's panic, fully accelerating and flying in front of him.
Malfoy closed his eyes in fear, covering his head, expecting to be knocked off his broom by Ivan's bat.
However, Ivan grabbed Malfoy by the collar, pulling him off his broom and dragging him through the air.
(End of Chapter)
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