Chapter 161 The only Thing Left Is Luck

"What?"

Wood was stunned for a moment, then reacted.

Although he was anxious, his expression was calm, but there seemed to be a flame in his eyes.

He looked at Malfoy following Harry, and his hands couldn't help but hold on to the flying broom.

Slytherin's tactics were simple, but very effective, but the way to crack them was also simple, and finding a way to get the opponent's Seeker out of the game could reverse the situation.

But when he was hesitating whether to take action, Marcus appeared behind Draco.

"Hey, Wood, Gryffindor's situation doesn't seem optimistic!"

"I already know your tactics." Wood said coldly, "Very rogue."

"Rogue?" Marcus disagreed, "This is called prudent, and we don't seem to have committed any fouls!

Compared to two years ago, we Slytherins have made considerable concessions, otherwise the Gryffindor team would have lost members long ago."

Wood gritted his teeth and said disdainfully, "What's the point of relying on equipment?"

"It sounds good." Draco glanced at Harry meaningfully, "Didn't Gryffindor also equip the seekers with the latest Nimbus 2000 last year?

Why are you unhappy when Slytherin switched to Nimbus 2001?"

"What's wrong here?" George flew over, "Wood, do you need help?

Three to two, we won't suffer any loss."

"That may not be the case." Marcus said.

As soon as the voice fell, Derian flew to Draco's side, "Be fair, three to three."

At this time, the voice of commentator Lee Jordan came: "Slytherin is leading, 110 to 20, this huge gap is rarely seen in previous seasons."

Wood frowned and looked at Marcus with a sullen face, "Flint, I think you don't mind a ten-minute halftime break!"

"Sorry, I mind.

If you come up with a way to break the game in these ten minutes, we will have ruined the victory of a game in vain. I won't give you this opportunity."

"Flint, otherwise we should give them a chance, otherwise I'm afraid they won't be convinced!"

"Draco, do you know what you are saying?

Now we have an absolute advantage. If we win another 60 points, the game will be stable. We can't take risks."

"Are you scared?" Wood teased, "Can I understand that Slytherin is afraid of Gryffindor?"

Derian couldn't help it and was about to rush over to show Wood a little color, but Marcus stretched out an arm to stop him.

"Yes, we are scared." Marcus said indifferently, "Provocation will not work today."

Wood and the other two looked at each other. The Slytherin team has changed. This trick used to be very effective.

"Are you surprised?

To be honest, we can't afford to lose." Marcus patted the Nimbus 2001 in his hand, "This broom is good, but if we can lose to a group of Gryffindors with broken brooms even with the latest model, how can we survive in the future."

Wood's mouth twitched, and then he turned his eyes to Draco, "Do you think I have no way?"

Marcus and Derian tacitly protected Draco behind them, "We naturally thought of what you thought of.

Even if we lose a seeker, other players will replace him. It's just to hold Potter back. How difficult can it be with the Nimbus 2001?

We have the latest equipment, even if it's four to five, the disadvantage is not that big."

"Flint, I think I need to remind you." Derian smiled, "Although we haven't fouled on the court for a long time, it doesn't mean that we are rusty."

Hearing this, Marcus also smiled grimly.

"Okay! As long as they dare to attack first, we will just defend ourselves."

Wood immediately realized that it was impossible to get Draco out. When it comes to cheating and fouls, the Slytherin team is far better than them.

"George, go do what you should do."

"But here..."

"Hurry up."

"Got it." George glared at the three Slytherins on the opposite side, accelerated to one end of the court, and knocked a Bludger away.

Flint winked at Derian on the side, and the other nodded and flew away from the spot.

"I really didn't expect that you Slytherins would also follow the rules."

"Don't get me wrong, I'm just worried that the players below will suffer."

"Harry." Wood approached Harry Potter and whispered, "I have no choice this time. I can only rely on you. Your flying ability is better than Malfoy. Maybe you can turn the tables."

Harry opened his eyes slightly, looked at him in great surprise, and felt particularly depressed.

Before you say this, at least check the scoreboard!

One hundred and ten to twenty, no, now it's one hundred and twenty to twenty, Slytherin is leading by one hundred points.

If you want to turn the tables, you have to find and catch the Snitch within five balls, isn't this a bit difficult?

If it was before, he would not have been under such great pressure, but this time, Slytherin's Seeker did not play by the rules.

Malfoy did not steal the Snitch, but only prevented him from stealing it. They were not prepared for this tactic and could not play it.

"I know this may be a little difficult for you, but you are the Seeker, and all we can do for you is to do our best to prevent the opponent from scoring.

Isn't it just 50 points? Believe in yourself, you can do it."

"Slytherin scored another goal and is leading by 110 points." Jordan's commentary sounded again, "You may not have noticed, but I did.

All Slytherin members changed to new flying brooms, Nimbus 2001, and have an extremely huge advantage against Gryffindor."

Wood and Flint's faces were not very good.

The former felt that the commentary was intentional and added pressure to them for no reason.

The latter felt that they not only had to win this time, but also had to win beautifully, otherwise they would not live up to the extremely huge advantage that others said.

"Wood, it's 40 points now." Harry said with some reluctance.

"I heard you, Harry.

Gryffindor is facing a more serious situation than expected." Wood sighed and forced a smile that was uglier than crying, "Perhaps, luck is the only thing we can fight for."

Harry nodded, turned the broom and flew in the opposite direction.

"Malfoy." Marcus said seriously, "I don't care what you do, we must not let him grab the Golden Snitch before we score four goals."

"Got it."

Draco immediately chased after Harry Potter. With the speed of Nimbus 2001, he was on par with Harry in a short while.

"Why don't we rest here for a while." Draco said temptingly, "Anyway, the outcome of this game is already visible, why bother with your efforts."

"Shut up, Malfoy." Harry said with resentment. He only had one idea in his mind now, to use a Bludger to knock off this annoying dog-skin plaster.

Perhaps Merlin heard his prayers, and a ten-inch black iron ball flew from the front, but the target was not Malfoy.

Harry turned left to avoid it, but the Bludger seemed to have eyes, gave up Draco who was closer, turned around, and hit Harry's head.

He immediately accelerated and tried to stay away from the Bludger as much as possible.

But no matter whether he turned, rose, lowered, or circled in a zigzag route, the Bludger just bit him and kept going, and the speed was much faster than usual, almost catching up with the Nimbus 2000.

The only consolation was that in this situation, Draco still did not abandon him, but his face became particularly ugly.

"You Slytherins must have tampered with the Bludger." Harry said angrily.

"Don't spit blood on me. We have an absolute advantage. There is no need to do this.

I seriously suspect that Gryffindor is the one who is crying wolf. Now it is much more difficult for me to catch up with you than before.

Oliver is worthy of being the captain. He even uses such a dirty trick. He doesn't take you seriously at all."

"Impossible. I know what kind of person Wood is."

"Tsk, you are so confident, Potter, but do you know what he thinks in his heart?"

At this time, the people in the stands also found something unusual. After all, the two rushing seekers were too conspicuous, and the Bludger behind them was so fast that you could see the afterimage.

The Gryffindor and Slytherin players also stopped their actions tacitly, looking at each other's captains with suspicion.

"Wood, what should we do?" Alia asked, "Request a timeout from Ms. Hosaki!"

"But the Bludger was fine before."

"Is it time to discuss this now?" Katie said anxiously, "Harry will be in danger if we delay any longer."

"Got it, I'll go find Ms. Hosaki now."

"Wait, Wood.

No need to pause, the game continues." Harry said as he flew over while dodging the crazy Bludger, "Although it's dangerous, this may be our chance."

"Don't be stupid, being hit by that ball is no joke." George said, "Let's request an investigation!"

"No, I'm sure this wasn't done by Slytherin.

And the danger is not just mine, I've got someone to take the blame." Harry said meaningfully, "This runaway Bludger is our only advantage."

The few people then noticed Draco Malfoy, who was following behind him with a gloomy face, and their expressions couldn't help but become a little complicated.

"Be careful." Wood turned around with a heavy heart, "Everyone has their own duties. The Bludger is given to Harry. What we have to do is to prevent Slytherin from scoring a goal."

"Flint, we..." asked Montague, the Slytherin Chaser.

"Trust Malfoy. You have participated in his training. This kind of accident is within the scope of your expectation. Otherwise, he would not have followed Harry Potter so closely." Flint said thoughtfully, "Oliver has confidence in their seeker, and we should also have confidence in our own seeker.

If you want to help him, just hurry up and score a few more goals."