Hogwarts on the Tip of the Tongue Chapter 921

　　 Hogwarts text volume on the tip of the tongue Chapter 921, Elena's new tactics "Unbelievable! Gryffindor, who just lost the ball, quickly serves and strikes again. It is another quick attack by all the staff!"

"The ghost fly ball is constantly passing between the members of the Gryffindor Academy team-Spinnett-Bell-Wood-this is really incredible-Weasley is holding the roaming ball and forcibly changing The ball is in the hands of Johnson again..."

"The Gryffindor team is advancing quickly on the court, and the opponent is simply unable to resist the coordinated attack of so many people. I dare say that they have never seen this kind of play in their erokay! Another very simple pass. , Spinnet is now facing an empty goal-the goal is scored! 70 to 30, the Gryffindor team is still widening the lead -"

　　 Lee Jordan's voice echoed across the Quidditch Stadium, but it still couldn't cover the terrible roar of Wood above.

　　 "Return to defense! Return to defense! Quickly return to halftime-block their route!"

Spinnet, who had just finished the offense, quickly raised his broomstick, stubbornly stuck to the ranting former Ravenclaw champion chaser, surrounded him like flames, and blocked all his more comfortable catches. angle.

　　 On the other side, Wood has retreated to the back of the midfield and began to organize a defensive counterattack.

　　The little wizards of Hogwarts have never seen such a wonderful Quidditch game, and the ghost flying ball seems to have never stopped

Whether it's a ghost ball changing hands, or a multiplayer steal against opponents... From the beginning of the game, Gryffindor's overall offensive and defensive is like a never-ending wave, tirelessly hitting the "All-Star" at the highest speed. The defensive line of the representative team.

　　 Many times, Lee Jordan even had time to report the names of the Gryffindor players, and the situation has changed.

　　 "Pass the ball! Gerald! Pass the ball quickly-hell! You bastard!"

　　Charlie hovered in the air, yelling angrily while paying attention to Harry Potter's position.

Obviously, the Gryffindor team came prepared this time. They seem to be sure that the "All-Star Team" will not choose to pass and pull the ball at the first time. Every time someone holds the ball, they must at least face it. Steals and interceptions of more than two or three people.

　　 Under such a high-intensity press, when the "All-Stars" are forced to pass, the success rate is usually less than 30%.

　　 On the offensive end, Guifei Ball is like a hot fireball, and it never stays in the hands of a certain player for too long.

Unlike any previous Quidditch game, the Gryffindor Academy team does not pursue those complicated transfers or personal skills to create offensive space, but keep the ball in motion as much as possible and use speed to play against the opponent. The defense did not tear through the line of defense before taking the position, and did not miss any opportunity to attack the three opposite rings.

　　 It only took less than five minutes, and this crazy offensive of dizziness completely ignited the enthusiasm of the audience in the stands.

Compared with the unprepared "star players", the Gryffindor players with clean offensive speed, grim and indifferent expressions, and flames under the glacier look more like real kings of the sky, and the most important thing is... …

　　 "Their physical strength has begun to decline, and the score gap will only be further widened..."

　　 On the Gryffindor stand, Delevingne put down the telescope in his hand and commented very confidently.

As the top professional player in the Quidditch League, Delevingne is much more sensitive to the speed changes of both sides on the court than the little wizards. He can clearly perceive the tilt direction of the game balance in such a high-intensity process. .

　　 "Well, Gryffindor players can be said to have the most physical training intensity."

　　 Elena nodded slightly, looked up at the sky, and said with satisfaction.

"The key to this tactic is to fly, fly tirelessly, break through, attack, drag down and overwhelm opponents only through high-frequency movement and passing. The time requirement for each round of attack I give them is—— 4 seconds. If their broom performance is better, maybe this time can be compressed to about 2 seconds."

　　 "In a regular Quidditch game, most of the physical strength of goalkeepers and batsmen is overflowed. If they are allowed to take on part of the offensive end task and form a 6V3 pattern, it will instantly break the balance of the arena..."

　　【FlyandGun】——This is what Elena calls this tactic.

　　 In essence, it is actually born out of a "running and bombing tactic" that has not yet become popular in the NBA.

　　 This kind of high-speed and smooth rotation movement as the main tactical feature, emphasizing the speed of offensive and defensive conversion and sacrificing part of the halftime offensive and defensive ability, the first appearance on the Quidditch arena perfectly verified Elena's guess.

　　 Compared with basketball with limited movement speed, aerial offense and defense can exert the charm of this tactic to a greater extent.

　　 "However, this tactic has two fatal flaws..."

　　 Delevingne said thoughtfully while taking notes in his notebook.

　　 "First of all, the offensive team must not be at a disadvantage in the configuration of the broomstick-otherwise the opponent can spend less energy and defend at a faster speed, then it will be caught in a long tug of war. Secondly..."

　　 His gaze crossed the fiery red figures flying in the stadium, and cast them to a higher sky.

　　 "In the match-up of the seeker, the gap cannot be too wide."

"Oh, Roger lost the ball again in the face of the three girls in Gryffindor... The ball is now back to Gryffindor, Bell-Spinnet-Bell-less than one. In minutes, Gryffindor has attacked six times!"

　　 "Gerald is getting anxious, he is asking for the ball, but no one cares about him—"

Charlie Weasley flashed quickly across from Gerald, looking for the golden glitter around him, Harry Potter was chasing after him, he was undoubtedly a very good seeker-Harry constantly Passing in front of him constantly forced Charlie to change direction and look away, so that it was difficult for Charlie to concentrate on searching for the snitch.

　　 Ten minutes after the game started, Charlie had no hope for the other players.

　　 Under the pressure of the Gryffindor team, the score gap will only get bigger and bigger.

　　As the seekers of the "Master of Magic" team, they have only one way to win: before the point difference is over 150 points, find the Golden Snitch and complete the final reversal with a reward of 150 points.

　　 "Good job, just keep watching Charlie, Harry!"

　　 Wood yelled, as he quickly passed Charlie, blocking Gerald's receiving position.

"Gryffindor is now leading 130-50. Before the start of this game, no one expected such a result! Charlie must hurry up, there is not much time left for them-but he has to find a way first Get rid of Potter. The formation of the'All-Star Team' has been completely messed up, and now he can only rely on himself..."

　　 Charlie urged the broom to speed up, trying to ignore the disturbing commentary below.

Everyone in the Gryffindor team became extremely strange at this moment. Charlie could clearly see the suppressed anger in the eyes of the familiar little guys. The anger seemed to be fed back to their broomsticks and let them fly. Faster.

　　 Gerald's swearing voice echoed in the half-court. After conceding the ball continuously, the team started fighting.

　　 It's just that, as the captain, Charlie is no longer in the mood to calm the coordination atmosphere. He just wants to end the game quickly, and then return to the Gryffindor lounge to ask everyone what happened and why...

　　 Wood's stubborn, terrifying look like a wounded beast once again appeared in Charlie's mind.

　　 Just then, Charlie saw it—the golden snitch approached the ground and quickly passed near a baffle.

He rushed down quickly. Harry would chase him no matter what he was doing. Charlie accelerated his speed and calmly looked at the magnifying ground: rapid diving is his specialty, and he plans to end Potter at the back. .

　　 While playing for the Gryffindor Academy team, he used this trick to win too many games for Gryffindor.

boom!

　　 A walking ball suddenly appeared, forcing Charlie to deflect the broomstick.

But Fred appeared on Charlie's right side and prevented him from changing the angle of direction, so that Charlie had to make a larger roll and stretch to avoid the fast approaching and whirring walk. ball.

　　 "Go away! George! Don't force me to knock you off the broom--"

　　Charlie roared, looking at his brother who changed his angle at the same time like a dog skin plaster.

This is crazy. If they continue to fly at their current angle, maybe he might pull up before the fall, but based on Charlie's understanding of his brother,'George' will hit the ground with a high probability, even if he doesn't The ball hits.

　　As a batsman, most of them have to let go of the broom when hitting the high-speed wandering ball, but this way they cannot turn.

　　 "Oh, really? It's a pity that I am not George..."

　　 Fred turned his head to look at Charlie, grinning sneer.

Immediately afterwards, he released the broomstick with both hands, drew out the batting bat, and took the initiative to face the wandering ball following them, struggling to hit Charlie Weasley who was flying side by side with him, and then gritted his teeth and rammed into it. The ground.

boom!

　　 accompanied by a muffled noise.

　　 Fred slammed into the grass of the Quidditch pitch firmly.

It is a pity that his last "suicidal" wandering ball attack did not work. At the last moment, Charlie leaned down agilely, pulled up the broom with both hands and rolled for a week, avoiding the oncoming ball dangerously and dangerously. Wandering ball coming.

　　 Before Charlie could stabilize his broom again, Mrs. Hooch's whistle blew.

Harry, who followed him, turned around about half an inch from the ground, a pair of small golden wings struggling between Harry's raised fists-the game is over, Gryffin Many teams caught the Golden Snitch.

　　 The cheers of the Gryffindor students overwhelmed Lee Jordan's microphone.

　　 There was a short lag, and then, there was warm applause from most of the stands at Hogwarts.

This Quidditch game was really exciting. The Gryffindor Academy's high-frequency, smooth and crazy offense impressed all the audience indiscriminately, even in the Slytherin Academy stands. Less applause and cheers.

　　 Of course, part of the reason may also be due to the defeat of the legendary Charlie.

　　 However, Charlie Weasley is not in the mood to pay more attention to it.

　　 Before the whistle of the end of the game sounded, Charlie had already jumped off the broom and hurriedly ran towards Fred, who was curled up on the ground, with worry and anger on his face.

　　 "Fred, are you okay...you guy, why is this—"

　　Charlie looked at Fred, and the reproaching words turned into a panic shout before he could say it. UU Reading www.uukahnshu.com

　　 "Professor! Oh my goodness, come here and help me, Fred has his arm—"

"Aha—" Fred grinned and said vaguely, "We won, Charlie, don't worry... This little injury is nothing compared to Miss Elena's ghost ball. ...You suggest you better go and apologize to Wood first..."

　　Fred tried to sit up, but his arm was so painful, and his shoulder was burning like a pain.

　　 "Apologize, I don't understand, what are you talking about?"

　　 Charlie frowned and said in confusion, pulling out his wand and shaking it side to side nervously.

　　As a fan of magical animals, fire dragon researcher, most of the spells and potions that Charlie masters are aimed at magical animals. As for healing magic and wound treatment, this is completely beyond the scope of magic he is familiar with.

　　 "Sorry, please let me..."

　　 A polite, crisp and lovely voice came from behind Charlie.

He turned around and just saw Elena jumping off the broomstick. Unlike the usual simple broomsticks, the top of the broom she was riding was decorated with a lot of silver stars, which could not help but make Cha ideal. Ni's bedroom ceiling.

　　 "Fred's arm may be broken, we have to send him to the school hospital—"

　　 "Don't worry, this is just a small injury."

　　 Elena said with a smile, stretched out her palm and gently pressed Fred's twisted arm.

　　 "Wyrd——"

　　 "As for apologizing, it's not necessary... the person who should apologize should be me..."

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