This Hogwarts is not normal

Vincent has many plans for the Gwent card.

In the entire global market, he will not only cooperate with one company.

Europe, America, Asia, Africa.

The four districts are divided into dozens of districts, and each district has a partner.

Choices were important, and he only had eyes for the Quaffle right now.

Three halos 2001 surround him, but the pressure tactics are ineffective against him.

The rogue rabbit was like a red lightning bolt, leaving the three of them behind in an instant.

Vincent's instinctive shot slipped across the fingertips of goalie Miles Bleich.

"10 points!" Li shouted excitedly.

The three Chasers including Marcus, who arrived late, all focused their eyes on the thrown Quaffle.

"Stop him at all costs!"

They flew to Vincent, who had the ball, and stretched their elbows sinisterly as they were about to meet.

"Criminal - deserve it!" Li Man sneered.

There are a total of 700 foul methods in Quidditch, and Fred and George have used them all in the previous one-on-six training.

Just an outward elbow, and Vincent rolled them over and they bumped into each other.

"Spread out!" Marcus shook his arms.

He had just been accidentally injured by Montague in the shoulder.

This time the Quaffle was thrown into the goal from above Bletch's head.

Pusey strikes first, speeding up and crashing into Vincent who gets the ball again.

Just when he was about to succeed, a Bludger flew towards the face gate.

He stopped the broom and looked bitterly at Fred in the distance.

"Don't forget about us!"

Marcus caught up with Vincent with a grin.

Although there is a gap in speed, Montague has always stayed near the goal.

Li yelled into the microphone angrily: "It's actually a front and back attack, despicable!"

Mag next to him didn't say anything, as if recalling a certain past event.

When she was still at Hogwarts, Gryffindor was the fifth consecutive annual Quidditch champion.

Only in the last year, when she was about to catch the Golden Snitch, she was pinched back and forth by Slytherin, fell off the broom and missed the sixth consecutive championship.

This familiar scene made her hold her little hand tightly.

Vincent on the field did not retreat, and the corners of his mouth were raised slightly.

The effect of force is reciprocal, whoever has the fastest speed will win the opponent.

He sped toward Montague, pressing his right shoulder against his chest.

Marcus behind took advantage of this half-second stagnation to shorten the distance.

Vincent turned around at this point.

Without dodging, he ran into him head-on.

Last year, Marcus had a slightly better physique.

This year, the two are basically on par.

Arms against arms, they didn't flinch in the slightest, but instead controlled the broom to accelerate.

Rogue Rabbit is superior to Nimbus 2001's performance, and Marcus has started to back off.

Just when Vincent was about to knock him off, Pusey turned and flew sideways.

"Don't bother them!" Angelina stood in front of him.

"Go away!"

Marcus gritted his teeth, and the veins in his neck popped.

"Dark ones are fine, but bright ones are fine?" Vincent looked down at him, "One day when I'm at school, you'd better restrain yourself."

After Pussy narrowly passed Angelina, he saw Marcus, who was blushing, fall down.

Without even thinking about it, he chased after him and grabbed the opponent's arm before landing.

"Third 10 points!"

Somewhat desperate, he looked towards his own goal.

Blake held the Quaffle in his arms, but it was still flying backwards through the goal.

"It's a foul!" Marcus returned to his broom and protested loudly, "Wayne hit someone with the ball, this ball is invalid!"

"The protest is invalid!" Li took a step ahead of McGonagall.

Mrs Hooch below was unimpressed.

She saw very clearly just now that it was Montague and Marcus who fouled first.

McGonagall spread his hand towards Li, and took the microphone that was handed over, "I declare that the ball is valid, and the game continues."

Snape in the audience had a bad face.

Forget about the foul, but it didn't work.

The little snakes sitting near him were all trembling.

After this game, it is foreseeable that there will be a lot of abuse.

Draco, who had no intention of looking for the Snitch, had already scolded him in his heart.

He winked brightly at the two batsmen.

There are only two Bludgers in total, one over there and one over here.

The moment the Quaffle was thrown again, Vincent had already left Marcus behind.

Amidst the opponent's scolding, he knocked off the Bludger with his arm protector.

The arc is not too big, and it just flew in the opposite direction.

Draco was still thinking about throwing him off the court when he got a sudden hit on the forehead.

Harry, who was not far away, couldn't help laughing.

"Shut up! Pot!"

Still laughing, even more cheerful.

"Scarhead!!!"

Draco's face twisted, as if he would rush over and swallow Harry the next second.

The Bludger threw a beautiful parabola and flew towards Fred.

He pouted his mouth, spun the bat twice and hit it back hard.

Harry, with his sharp eyes, quickly raised his height.

"Scared! I tell you—" Draco hit the forehead again.

Although there is a protective gear, but after two pure iron Bludgers, he just swayed greatly.

"Damn Weasley!!!"

Simultaneously with this sound, there was the sound of the Quaffle hitting the door frame and bouncing into it.

"40 points!" Li suppressed a smile, "I have to say that I have done it myself."

Mag seems to have a lot of opinions, but in fact, he doesn't know how excited he is.

The Academy Cup may be unstable, but the Quidditch championship is absolutely stable.

Snape stood up with a "swish", and shook the black robe on his body again.

If you don't see it, it's just a beating.

The moment he turned his head, the Bludger that hit Draco's head twice suddenly bounced off the grass.

It nimbly dodged Fred and George's big sticks and flew straight into the sky.

"50 points, Wayne has set a new record for last year!"

Li turned his gaze elsewhere, and suddenly widened his eyes exaggeratedly.

The Bludger knocked Harry down.

"Oh—my Merlin!" Meg pursed her lips tightly.

If you fall from this height, you will have to lie down for at least ten days and half a month.

Vincent, who was about to throw the ball, caught a glimpse of a figure falling from the side.

He tossed the Quaffle away and chased after Rogue Rabbit on his broomstick.

Spinning and falling, Harry felt his arms being pulled hard.

At the moment of dislocation, he was carried by Vincent on his shoulders.

"It might hurt a little."

"Oh, you come—ah!"

It seems to be twisting the arm, but it is actually a silent and wandless healing spell.

Harry felt pain like he had never felt before, as if his bones were splintering to pieces.

"Be patient a little bit, soon—" Vincent raised the broom handle of the rogue rabbit, and narrowly avoided the Bludgers that were shot like cannonballs.

But it didn't give up, and turned back as if hitting an air wall.

Harry was very uncomfortable being carried.

Rollover, sudden braking, acceleration, flipping.

In just 1 minute, the Bludger has "bounced" back more than a dozen times.

This is abnormal, quite abnormal.

After excluding unreliable supernatural events, there is only one answer left.

man-made,

on purpose.

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