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Chapter 471: You Might as Well Call Him Bard Seamus!
Chapter 471: You Might as Well Call Him Bard Seamus!
It turns out it was you, you scoundrel, who gave me such an awful nickname.
Ivan was speechless. He had always wondered why the legendary title he earned on the pitch last year was so unpleasant.
Now, combining this with the previous example of the Dragon Knight, it was clear that Seamus had been secretly spreading the word.
Ivan thought he might as well stop calling him Seer Seamus and just call him Bard Seamus instead!
Seamus, standing nearby, was completely unaware that he had been noted in Ivan's little book. He kept waving at Ivan from time to time.
Ivan shook his head, too lazy to pay him any attention, and instead turned his gaze toward the Ravenclaw stands, where he immediately spotted Luna.
The young witch was sitting alone, dressed as eccentrically as ever, with that long-unseen lion head hat on her head.
She held a sign that read "Go Ivan Hals!" and her clear, beautiful eyes were looking this way.
Ivan nodded at her in acknowledgment and also noticed others cheering for him.
For example, Hermione and Ron had pulled a large banner to cheer for him and Harry.
Sirius was there too, but his eyes were fixed on Harry.
Just as Ivan was somewhat distracted, Malfoy's sarcastic voice rang out from the opposite side.
"Hals! I remember you said you weren't going to participate, didn't you?"
"Ah, yes! That's what I said before! But I've changed my mind. I think it might be fun to play occasionally!" Ivan turned around and replied with a playful tone.
Malfoy and his friends looked very displeased. They had not expected Ivan to suddenly join the game, especially since he had been so firm about not participating before.
Unless it was all a tactic, a scheme by the Gryffindor team to make them let their guard down!
Slytherin's captain, Marcus, suddenly realized this and glared at Wood.
They had abandoned their defensive strategy, which they had practiced hard, because of the rumor that Ivan Hals was not participating. They had opted for a more aggressive tactic instead.
It turned out that it was all a Gryffindor conspiracy!
Marcus's face was a picture of rage, while Wood smirked at him triumphantly.
Just as the tension between the two teams reached its peak, Madam Hooch, the referee, blew her whistle and threw the Quaffle into the air.
"Use Tactic A!" Marcus shouted loudly as the match began.
Tactic A was the defensive strategy they had initially prepared to counter Ivan.
Although they had neglected to practice it due to the misinformation, the fundamentals were still there.
The other Slytherin players quickly fell into position!
One Chaser and two Beaters rushed forward to try to block Ivan, creating an opportunity for the other Chaser to seize the Quaffle.
However, Ivan's Firebolt was too fast!
In the air, it was like a red lightning bolt, piercing through their defense in an instant, leaving them trailing behind in the dust.
"Hold him back!" Marcus screamed desperately, but it was too late. Their brooms were just too slow.
Ivan took advantage of the fact that no one had adapted to his speed, swiftly seizing the Quaffle and dodging through the layers of defense to score a goal.
"Too fast, too fast! The first goal of the match, Hals scored in just over a minute. It's unbelievable! This is definitely a miracle!"
Jordan's high-pitched voice echoed across the entire pitch, and with Ivan's surprising and impressive performance, the atmosphere on the field was instantly ignited.
Many people in the stands began chanting Ivan's name, their voices thunderous. Even some of the young witches and wizards from Ravenclaw and Hufflepuff couldn't help but stand up to cheer for Ivan's performance.
The faces of the Slytherin team members darkened. Losing 10 points right at the start of the match, how could they be happy about that?
However, they quickly adjusted their mindset and, under Marcus's command, began to obstruct Ivan's actions.
Both the Gryffindor and Slytherin teams were well aware that the outcome of this match hinged on two points.
First, whether Ivan could close the score gap, and second, when Harry and Malfoy would catch the Golden Snitch to end the game!
Stopping Ivan from narrowing the score gap seemed unrealistic to Marcus. All they could do was try their best to prevent Ivan from scoring and hope that Malfoy would catch the Golden Snitch as soon as possible to end the game!
Malfoy, who bore the hopes of the entire team, felt an immense pressure.
Usually, at the beginning of a match, the Golden Snitch would deliberately stay away from the players, deliberately avoiding them. It would only gradually come closer as time passed, making it difficult to find.
But Ivan's scoring speed was too fast. Seeing the score rapidly closing, Malfoy grumbled about his teammates not being up to the task while desperately searching the pitch for the Golden Snitch.
In comparison, Harry's task was much easier. He needed to wait until Ivan narrowed the score gap to within 150 points before taking action. Otherwise, even if he caught the Golden Snitch, it would be of no use.
So his current task was simple: watch Malfoy and prevent him from catching the Golden Snitch.
On the other side of the pitch, the struggle for the Quaffle became increasingly intense. Ivan, with the speed of his Firebolt and his excellent flying skills, was at ease on the pitch.
Not to mention the small-team interception tactics of Slytherin, which he had already experienced in training two days prior.
The real game was much less stressful than training, as he had teammates like George and Angelina, who were in perfect sync, easily outmaneuvering the Slytherin Chasers.
"No! Stop him!"
Seeing Ivan score another goal, bringing the score within 150 points, Marcus was nearly driven mad, but he was powerless to stop it, only able to rage helplessly!
However, this frustration quickly turned to numbness as Ivan continued to score. Marcus now only hoped that Malfoy would catch the Golden Snitch and end the game.
Because in just one hour, the scores had almost been leveled. The Slytherin Chasers, despite their best efforts, had only managed to score two goals, which was far from enough to make a difference.
At this rate, Marcus was seriously concerned that Gryffindor might not only catch up but even surpass the 150-point mark, rendering it useless even if the Slytherin team caught the Golden Snitch at the end!
"Malfoy, catch the Golden Snitch now! I'm giving you only half an hour more!" Marcus shouted, holding onto the last shred of hope.
Chapter end
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