Chapter 641: Three-on-One, Again
Chapter 641: Three-on-One, Again
Cedric was right; Slytherin was probably the only team unhappy about the new broomstick change.
This was originally their biggest advantage, but now that advantage was gone, and Gryffindor was becoming more and more courageous in battle.
Not long after the match began, they had already taken a twenty-point lead.
To turn the tide, Slytherin's captain, Graham Montague, wanted Crabbe to knock Angelina off her broomstick... As long as this threatening chaser was off the field, they still had a chance.
However, Crabbe's intention was too obvious, and Angelina didn't give him any chance to get close to her.
Madam Hooch also noticed his blatant foul and immediately awarded Gryffindor a penalty shot.
Angelina took the penalty shot. She first used a feint to deceive Slytherin's keeper, then raised her hand and threw the Quaffle, which steadily passed through the goalpost.
30:0
The Gryffindor stands erupted in cheers.
"Gryffindor has it in the bag," Mikkel said with a smile, "Montague is no match for Angelina, and his gorilla teammates are useless. Now we just wait for Harry to catch the Golden Snitch."
Cedric nodded, "Yes... Wait, is it an illusion? I feel like someone is singing."
"No, it's not an illusion," Kyle said.
Indeed, someone was singing, and the voice came from the Slytherin team across the field, and everyone else could hear it.
"The silly Weasley,
He can't block a single ball,
Slytherin sings,
Weasley, win this game,
Weasley, our king."
...
It felt like someone was conducting, as the singing was perfectly synchronized and incredibly powerful.
The Slytherins had probably planned this beforehand, knowing that the other players on the Gryffindor team were all veterans with rich match experience, and wouldn't be affected by the audience.
So, they set their sights on Ron, who had just joined the team this year.
Ron's nervousness these days, including his cluelessness when faced with Slytherin's provocation, was evident to all.
Thus, this strategy was very effective.
Upon hearing the singing around him, Ron, who was already tense, suddenly panicked, and his body started to become sluggish.
At the same time, Malfoy from Slytherin also got the Quaffle and rushed towards the goal.
As expected, the Quaffle went right under Ron's outstretched arm and fell straight into the center goalpost.
30:10
"This is too much!" Mikkel shouted angrily, "They know this is Ron's first match. If this continues, Gryffindor's keeper will be as good as useless."
Everyone knew this, and Mikkel wasn't the only one protesting. Lee Jordan, the commentator, also loudly criticized Slytherin's behavior.
But it was useless; this wasn't a foul, and even Professor McGonagall couldn't say anything... Ron being affected only showed that his mental state wasn't up to par.
The match continued.
But from then on, the singing on the field didn't stop, especially when Slytherin players got the Quaffle, they sang with extra enthusiasm.
"Gryffindor needs to change strategy," Cedric said, "They can no longer rely on the keeper. They must constantly attack to force Slytherin to defend, buying time for Harry."
...
On the field, Angelina also chose to play like Cedric.
The three chasers lined up in an eagle formation, rushing towards Slytherin's goal.
Fred and George were in charge of defense, and as soon as a Slytherin player got the Quaffle, they immediately hit the Bludger towards the opponent.
However, this method couldn't work forever, and Slytherin seized the opportunity... Montague passed the Quaffle to Montague, and Goyle blocked the Bludger, allowing Montague to head straight for the goal.
30:20
The Gryffindors groaned in pain, while the Slytherins screamed and applauded.
"This is too much!" Cedric said with a serious expression, "Gryffindor only has one newcomer, but we have three, and they're all in different positions.
"If Slytherin continues with the same strategy, we'll be in trouble."
Kyle also frowned.
"It's fine, we can prepare some loudspeakers beforehand to drown out those annoying songs.
"And we can also go and talk to them," Kyle continued. "Perhaps they'll realize that this behavior is unacceptable."
"That's the only way... Oh, look!" Cedric pointed towards the pitch.
At that moment, Harry and Malfoy were both diving downwards, with Malfoy right beside him.
"That's the Golden Snitch!"
"It's right there, they all saw it..."
As their speed increased, Harry's Firebolt was still faster, and when he was less than five feet from the ground, he suddenly stopped, his outstretched hand clenching into a fist, and a faint golden light flickered between his fingers.
Harry had caught the Golden Snitch.
Madam Hooch's sharp whistle sounded again, signaling the end of the match.
180:20
Gryffindor wins.
The stands erupted into an uproar, and the Gryffindors began to mock the Slytherins who had been singing earlier, without any restraint.
On the pitch, except for Ron, who was still sitting on his broomstick in a daze, all the other players had landed back on the ground. Madam Hooch angrily stopped Crabbe, scolding him loudly for his foul play. Just now, after her whistle blew, he had still hit Harry with a Bludger.
"Come and see how we found another solution to the distraction," Cedric said with a smile. "Just catch the Snitch as soon as possible."
"But the Snitch isn't something you can catch whenever you want to," Kyle said. "I still think it's better to talk to them. After all, both Montague and Malfoy seem pretty reasonable."
"They... are reasonable?" Cedric was a bit lost. "Are you serious?"
"Yeah," Kyle nodded. "And I'm actually pretty good at reasoning with others. Usually, they're willing to listen."
Cedric was still a bit skeptical. The Montague he knew didn't seem like someone who was easy to talk to.
But before he could say anything more, the sudden chaos on the pitch interrupted him.
The two teams had started a fight.
To be precise, Fred, George, and Harry had charged at Malfoy together, punching and kicking him.
In an instant, the entire Quidditch pitch was in complete chaos.
The sound of fists pounding on bodies, Malfoy's cries, and the shouting of the surrounding spectators merged and rose and fell together.
"What trouble has Malfoy's mouth gotten himself into with his mouth again," Kyle couldn't help but think.
He had indeed seen Malfoy saying something earlier, but because of the distance, he couldn't hear clearly from the stands... and then Malfoy was beaten up.
"Stop it, Fred, George..." Cedric leaned over the stands and shouted down, "Professor McGonagall is still here, stop it!"
But at that moment, the three of them were like enraged bulls, deaf to the sounds around them, swinging their fists and pounding them down on Malfoy.
Until...
"Obstruction!"
A force pushed the three of them away.
"What are you doing!" Madam Hooch roared. "I've never seen such behavior... All three of you, to the Headmaster's office, now!"
Fred, George, and Harry left the pitch without looking back and strode towards the castle.
Behind them, the Slytherins rushed forward and helped Malfoy, who was curled up on the ground, moaning.
Pansy Parkinson ran over and started shrieking at the sight of Malfoy, while Crabbe stood behind her, giggling as he watched them leave... Montague was also laughing.
Kyle looked towards the commentator's booth. Lee Jordan had been pulled away, and Professor McGonagall, who had been behind him, had also returned to the castle with a pale face when Fred left earlier.
"Should we go and see too?" Conna asked.
It had all happened too fast, and she didn't know what had happened. But from the current situation, it seemed... Gryffindor was in big trouble.
"Then I'll go and find out what's going on too," Mikkel said.
"Okay," Kyle nodded. "But we'd better hurry, or there'll be more people leaving soon."
Then they left the stands.
Kyle, Cedric, and Conna ran towards the castle, while Mikkel rushed towards the remaining Gryffindor players on the pitch.
...
(End of Chapter)
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