Chapter 299 Magic Defeats Magic

On Saturday morning, Kyle got up early and prepared to watch the upcoming Quidditch match.

This year's event arrangement is not very friendly to Gryffindor. They must be the first to face Slytherin after all members have changed their costumes.

Nimbus 2001 with all members... This is already the configuration of a professional team.

Faced with such a situation, their mood was naturally not very good, and even Fred and George had no intention of joking.

When Kyle arrived in the auditorium, he saw that the Gryffindor players were all crowded around the long, empty dining table, all of them looking nervous and taciturn.

Kyle didn't know what to say, so he just hurried over and patted the two of them on the shoulders as they were about to go to the Quidditch pitch.

"Come on, if you win, you won't have to tap dance around the castle anymore."

This past school year, Fred and George had been thinking of various excuses to shirk their bet on the Order of Merlin, but they have yet to fulfill it.

Mainly because the moves they thought of were a bit too weird. Whether it was holding three trophies or tap dancing on a broom, they were all difficult moves.

Alone, it's barely enough, but taken together... it can only be said to be powerless.

Fred's eyes lit up, "Really?"

"Of course, it's a deal." Kyle smiled.

"To be honest, your way of boosting morale is much more effective than Wood's." George came over. "He only tells us those old words."

He cleared his throat and waved his hand imitating Oliver Wood, "...Slytherin's broomsticks are better than us, but the people on our broomsticks are better than them..."

"Isn't it obvious...why do you need him to say it?"

"But who made him the captain?" Fred spread his hands and said, "We can only cooperate."

The two of them were teasing Oliver Wood, who looked as depressed and decadent as before.

Kyle even suspected that their appearance just now was all just to wait for what he said just now...

"Hey, Kyle, your expression is so obvious, I can guess what you are thinking." George raised his eyebrows and said, "But it's really not..."

"We were really nervous before..."

"Worried about losing the game..."

"Until we put this on..." Fred patted the gold-red uniform on his body.

"And we decided if we can win the game this time."

"We celebrate in the same way..."

"It has nothing to do with the bet, it's just a simple celebration!"

Fred and George walked into the players' locker room with smiles, and Kyle came to the stands for the game. Cedric had already taken a seat for him in front.

"How about it."

"They seem quite confident." Kyle laughed.

"That's good." Glancing at the player tunnel, Oliver Wood had already walked out with other players.

"Actually, I asked second-year Hannah and Susan yesterday..." Connor looked at the Slytherin team on the other side, "They all said that Draco Malfoy got better grades in flying lessons than Bo." Very bad.”

"This is normal." Cedric said, "If he flies very well, there is no need to buy brooms for everyone on the team... Nimbus 2001 is ridiculously expensive. If you buy seven at a time, even if the Malfoy family If you have money, you can't squander it like this.

"You're right."

Mikel squeezed over from the side, "For these brooms, his pocket money has been reduced by more than half."

"If that's the case, then Malfoy should have paid money to join the team." Cedric glanced at him, "But Mikel...how do you know this."

"Oh, I heard what he said himself."

Mikel subconsciously touched his pocket. It was bulging and he didn't know what was stuffed inside.

While several people were talking, the game was about to begin.

"Listen to my whistle." Ms. Huo Qi said, "Three, two, one..."

The crowd roared with excitement, welcoming them to take off, and the fourteen team members jumped into the leaden sky together.

Harry flew to the highest point immediately and began to look for the Golden Snitch.

But Malfoy was different. He didn't seem to care about the Golden Snitch at all. His eyes were always on Harry, flying back and forth beside him on his broom, as if he was showing off something.

It looked very much like a courting bird.

And this went on for five minutes.

"What the hell is Malfoy doing!"

Cedric frowned and said: "He is a seeker...could the Golden Snitch appear in Potter's jacket pocket?"

Even the Bludger couldn't stand it and flew towards the two of them with a roar.

Harry turned his broom in time to dodge, and the Bludger missed the target and flew straight into Malfoy's face.

Looking at the Bludger getting closer and closer, Malfoy seemed to be frightened and stood there blankly like a wooden stake, his pale face full of disbelief.

Doesn't it mean that Seekers only need to pay attention to Bludgers when catching the Golden Snitch?

But now the game has just begun, and they haven't even seen the shadow of the Golden Snitch yet!

The Bludger got bigger and bigger, and soon flew in front of Malfoy, and he closed his eyes subconsciously.

However, the pain he imagined did not come. When the Bludger was less than an inch away from him, it suddenly changed direction and flew straight towards Harry.

Harry dodged again, but the Bludger flew over again, as if it had identified him and didn't care about anyone else.

Fred and George also discovered this. In order to prevent Harry from being knocked off the broom by the crazy Bludger, they could only fly close to Harry and do their best to protect his safety.

It started to rain.

"Someone has done something to... this Bludger!" Fred shouted loudly, while hitting the Bludger that was rushing over with force.

At this time, the people in the stands also found something wrong.

"Marcus Flint scored... Now it's fifty to zero, Slytherin is temporarily leading..."

On the commentary desk, Lee Jordan shouted loudly: "But what's the matter with the Bludger, how many Galleons does Harry Potter owe it..."

Wood gestured to Madam Hooch...

"Oh, Oliver Wood used a timeout! I think he should have done this a long time ago... before Harry Potter was smashed in the head by the crazy Bludger..."

The members of the Gryffindor team gathered together to discuss a solution urgently.

In the stands, Kyle, wearing a waterproof and moisture-proof badge, was carefully looking for something in the rain.

Finally, in the opposite Slytherin player tunnel, he saw a vague short figure.

"I'll leave for a while." Kyle left a word and squeezed out of the crowd.

But he did not go to the opposite tunnel, but ran towards the direction of the castle.

A few minutes later, Kyle came back, followed by a house elf from the kitchen.

The game had started again, and the bludger was still chasing Harry around the field.

"Kaka, do you know that elf?" Kyle pointed in the direction of the tunnel, "It seems to be interfering with the bludger."

"Kaka doesn't know it, sir!" The elf screamed, "It's not a member of the kitchen..."

"Bad elf, that's a bad elf! Kaka is going to drive it out!"

Looking at the crazy bludger in the sky, I don't know if it was because of anger or something, the elf Kaka's big ears turned red, and disappeared with a "pop".

The next second, a stool rolled out of the tunnel.

At the same time, the Bludger above the field did not continue to turn, and followed the original trajectory to hit Marcus Flint directly.

Because of what happened just now, the Slytherin captain thought that the Bludger would go to Harry again, and he had no intention of dodging at all.

"Bang!"

With a muffled sound, the Bludger hit him hard in the face.

Marcus Flint fainted on the spot and staggered off his broom.

In the stands, Professor McGonagall, who was watching the game, quickly raised his wand, which prevented him from falling directly to the ground.

Thanks to the book friend Zhenxing for the reward.