I'm waving my magic wand in Marvel

Stephens struggled to get out of the way and couldn't get up to speed.

Gritting his teeth, Stephens made a bold decision.

He no longer speeds up, but slows down!

The power of the broom stopped instantly, and even Ollie didn't expect it.

The block was broken.

Stephens chased after him because the previous deceleration caused the broom to fly lower.

He accelerated and flew past Ollie.

Ollie sped up again.

The two sides chased each other in the sky.

The naughty child Golden Snitch turned around and flew further away from his original place.

Passed through the stands and entered under the intricate stands.

The two of them chased in without hesitation.

The space that the small golden snitch can navigate with ease is a challenge full of difficulties and obstacles for two big living people.

The wind blew the curtains of the stands as it passed.

Just like opening a blind box, no one knows who will come out of it with the Golden Snitch in the end.

And the referee cannot see it, which means the scale of the violation can become larger.

Ollie immediately went up and hit Stephens hard, causing him to almost hit the extra bracket.

Not to be outdone, Stephens stepped forward and fought back fiercely, causing Ollie to suffer a heavy loss.

The golden snitch comes to play tricks on people again.

After flying out of the bottom of the stands, it flew towards the sky.

The Chasers who were snatching the Quaffle felt a chill down their backs.

Two men walked across the field.

The Golden Snitch lands again.

Ollie analyzed that flying at such a low altitude could easily cause the broom to lose control, causing it to fall.

Stephens didn't care, he had already fallen once, the worst he could do would be a second time.

He was too reckless to be a Hufflepuff.

Speed ​​up, speed up again.

No one is paying attention to the exciting Chaser battle now.

Their attention was focused on the Seeker duel.

At first, no one, including McMillan, thought the Seeker showdown would be a suspense.

But Stephens used his persistence to tell everyone that even professional seekers should not underestimate a person with the name of the stars.

Stephens swore on the Stars Badge that he would capture the Golden Snitch.

The glory of Hogwarts should not fall into the hands of others.

The howling wind makes it difficult for people's ears to hear any more information.

The minor friction was forgotten, and Stephens only had eyes for the Snitch.

Ollie cursed secretly, "At this speed, that guy will hit him directly."

He had the next World Cup in his mind and he could hope to be a part of it.

But if he is injured during the game, his plan to enter the World Cup will be disrupted.

He maintained a pace he could control because he believed he could win.

Stephens goes beyond his control because he wants to win.

Different beliefs collide, and the outcome is already in suspense at this time.

Stephens passed Ollie.

He put all his strength into grabbing the broomstick.

As if he was entering into a strange feeling, his heart was pounding and his vision became clear.

The elder's blood in his body and Diego's adventures made his blood swell.

He is near.

Just reach out and he can reach it.

The stinging pain in his left hand gradually turned into severe pain. He had to control this speed and catch the Golden Snitch.

He must have a free hand.

He raised his left hand, and each finger seemed to be covered in glue and was difficult to open.

The damaged bones brought him not only pain, but also stiffness.

Closer to the ground.

A scene of his own crash seemed to appear in front of his eyes.

Three fingers opened, and his fingers touched the golden snitch.

Or just encounter.

He growled, grabbing the Snitch with three fingers.

The state of everything returned to fuzzy and noisy.

He seemed to see an obstacle ahead.

Stephens, who was controlling the broom with one hand, roared and pulled up the broom.

It was the first time we were so close.

Not even an inch.

The broomstick struggled to escape his grasp.

Stephens lowered his body and clamped his legs.

As the audience watched, he went from flying flat to pointing straight up.

It's almost a right-angled arc, which makes people's jaws drop.

"Wick Arc!" MacMillan's hysterical roar streaked across the sky over the Quidditch pitch.

This also means that the game will end at this time.

The score was fixed at 330:130.

The beheading tactic was defeated in front of this fourth grade student.

No, it should be that Ollie lost his desperate pursuit of the game and let his caution become the cause of defeat.

If Ollie can display the same drive he has in the professional arena, instead of being arrogant and playfully dismissive from the beginning, Stephens' chances of victory will be slim to none.

Arrogance became the source of Ollie's failure.

It was difficult for him to accept that he, a professional Quidditch player, had lost to a student in the game he was most proud of.

Wood cheered excitedly, and he hugged the two Slytherin players who were usually the most difficult to deal with.

Who would have thought that they could defeat Banad, who was backed by a professional player.

"Something seems wrong."

Wood, who had already planned to go to the Great Hall to celebrate, heard the words of the Ravenclaw Chaser.

"No, Stephens didn't slow down!"

They could only watch as Stephens flew higher and higher.

Professor McGonagall stood up.

But there was someone faster than her.

"Catch me with the broom."

The broom in Wood's hand was snatched away.

Immediately afterwards, a figure took off directly.

The speed was so fast that even Wood doubted for the first time that his broom could have such speed.

The out-of-control broomstick blew Stephens' eyes open.

Flying straight tests your grip strength.

Stephens gradually couldn't hold on any longer. He let go of his hand and fell from the sky.

At this scene, the audience covered their mouths and exclaimed.

A whistling sound reached Stephens' ears.

He felt like he might fall to his death.

Just at this time.

He felt something was caught on his clothes.

Then he realized it was a finger.

Five fingers grasped Stephens like pliers.

The extremely fast broomstick flicked its tail and slid for more than ten meters before landing, and finally stopped steadily.

The audience could finally see clearly what was going on.

Stephens was lifted up like a sign of victory like catching the Golden Snitch.

Platinum blonde hair with an understated reverse.

The arrogant appearance and the behavior that attracts hatred.

MacMillan cursed, "Damn Merlin, the infamous Draco Malfoy!"

The legendary seeker, performed with his strength.

What is a legend?

Everyone here is rubbish.

Stephens was grateful and about to thank the legend.

But he heard Draco's arrogant and disgusted expression, "That's it?"

It was obviously just a brief question.

Stephens, who was fighting for his life, suddenly felt that his fist became hard.

"Every session is really worse than the last, even the broomstick is out of control."

Draco looked around the room, treating each Quidditch player equally.

He opened his mouth and said, "Cooking, just practice more."

Wood swore that he could finally understand why his father still remembered the guy named Draco Malfoy.

This makes me want to beat him up too much!

Not only him, but even Hogwarts and Banad had this idea.

Hogwarts.

The person you hate the most is back!

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