A magical journey that begins in Azkaban

Director Ludo of the Sports Department of the Ministry of Magic rode a broomstick to the center of the two teams to serve as the referee of the game.

As a former legendary batsman for professional teams, he was tall and had a strong arm. Compared with him, most batsmen look like undernourished skinny men.

But today on the field, the witch Amin of the Ouagadu team was as tall as him. His eyes were involuntarily attracted to the huge figure, and he even felt faintly dangerous.

What shocked him even more was that Amin was only 13 years old. Her body was still growing and she would continue to grow taller and more muscular in the next few years. With the right coach, she will become a star player on the professional court.

Ludo turned to look at the players on the Hogwarts team. They were all as soft and weak as bean sprouts. He couldn't help but feel a little worried in his heart, worried that this game would turn into a one-sided situation.

A good hitter must not only block the Bludgers attacking our players. He also uses the bat in his hand to hit two ten-inch black iron eggs towards his opponent.

He was worried that the players on the Hogwarts team would not be able to withstand Amin's attack. This game will probably be a difficult challenge for them.

He could only hope that the players on the Hogwarts team could take advantage of their broomsticks and make up for their physical deficiencies with wisdom and skill.

"Wood, Amin, shake hands," Ludo shouted.

Wood clenched his fists and walked to the center. Although he was afraid, he knew that as the captain, he could not be timid in the slightest.

He stretched out his tender little hand from the seventh grade and held it with A Ming's terrifying "bear paw" from the third grade. He was a little scared, worried that his hand would be broken.

Wood struggled to smile, and his heart was trembling when he saw the cold light reflected from the other person's white teeth. He took a deep breath, keeping calm and smiling.

"Get on the broom... three, two, one!"

As Director Ludo blew his whistle, fourteen broomsticks jumped into the air like rockets.

The game officially begins!

All members of the Hogwarts team rode the Nimbus 2001. In comparison, the Comet 260 ridden by the wizards in Ouagadu were obviously at a disadvantage. As soon as the Hogwarts team speeds up, they can easily shake off their opponents and grab the Quaffle.

This huge advantage doubled the confidence of the members of the Hogwarts team. Each of them looked focused, moved quickly, and cooperated with each other tacitly. The wizards in Ouagadu seemed a little too busy to take care of themselves.

Malfoy attacked with the ball and used his excellent speed to rush towards the opponent's goal. His body nimbly shuttled between his opponents, his eyes fixed on the front, the Quaffle firmly under his arm.

Roger and Angelina followed closely behind, and the three of them formed an arrow that went straight into the opponent's goal.

Malfoy even used a clever spin to trick the chaser that Wagadu intercepted at the end. Now the only thing left to score is the tall, thin goalkeeper.

They have three chasers, facing three goals, while the opponent has only one goalkeeper. They have decided on this point!

"Is the first goal coming?" the commentator Jordan shouted, his voice full of excitement. Professor McGonagall sat next to him and stared at him in case he said anything inappropriate again.

Everyone in the audience stared at Malfoy expectantly, and the stadium suddenly fell into the quiet before the storm. Seeing Malfoy getting closer and closer to the opponent's goal, Ouagadu's batsman suddenly took action.

"Amin, the batter from Ouagadu, is going to hit a bludger to intercept Malfoy. Will he succeed?" Jordan raised his voice in anticipation.

Before he finished speaking, the Bludger that hit Amin was hit mercilessly by the bat. The loud sound of hitting the ball echoed on the field. The Bludger was hit by Amin's power, changed its direction instantly, turned into a bolt of lightning, and flew towards Malfoy at an astonishing speed.

"Draco, be careful!" Teammate Roger shouted at him. But the Bludger was too fast and rushed towards Malfoy in the blink of an eye.

"I'll do it." Montague rushed to the ball path, holding the bat in both hands, ready to receive the Bludger.

However, before he could get into position, the Bludger passed him by, leaving a series of explosions in the air. This scene made the entire audience marvel, and they all looked at Malfoy, the target of the Bludger.

"Draco!" The teammates shouted, but it was already too late.

While breathing, the Bludger hit Malfoy directly in front of the goal. He could even see the opponent's goalkeeper curling up into a proud smile.

boom!

The huge impact knocked him off the broomstick, and his entire right arm lost consciousness instantly. The whole place fell into silence. People watching the game with protective glasses even saw a strange reflex in Malfoy's right arm.

Lucius, who was watching the battle, stood up suddenly and stared at his son who fell off the broom.

Malfoy's blood-red eyes stared at the goal that was gradually moving away, and his facial muscles became twisted in pain. Suddenly, he yelled: "Angelina, catch the ball!"

Using all his strength, he threw the Quaffle to Angelina with his left hand. Then he fell heavily to the grass below and passed out.

Angelina looked at the Bludger in her hand and couldn't help but shed two lines of tears. Although Gryffindor has always been at odds with Slytherin, their desire for victory is no worse than anyone else's.

Malfoy's actions gave her a new understanding of Slytherin, and the oppositional emotions in her heart instantly dissipated. She saw a brave player who fought hard to win, and a heroic teammate who put himself aside for the sake of the team.

clang!

The scoring bell rang on the court, and Jordan said belatedly: "Score! Hogwarts vs. Ouagadu, 10:0."

There were no cheers or cheers from the auditorium, and the mood of the students at Hogwarts was a little low. Their joy was replaced by concern at seeing Malfoy injured.

"Albus, Amin hit too hard." Babajid, the principal of Ouagadu, apologized to Dumbledore, "Should we suspend the game?"

Dumbledore shook his head slightly and said, "Mrs. Pomfrey has begun treatment. Whether the game needs to be suspended depends on the referee's whistle."

Ludo looked at the unconscious Malfoy and secretly took a breath. An iron ball with a diameter of ten inches, a perfect strike has such a terrifying effect.

The Ouagado batsman, with his power and accuracy, has transcended the minor league level. Players like her are also the main force in professional teams.

Malfoy's injury made the atmosphere of the game tense and heavy. Mrs. Hooch directly sent Marcus to replace Draco without signaling a timeout to the referee.

She looked at Malfoy's completely broken right arm, her eyes filled with anger, and shouted to Rogge: "Get ready."

"Yes." Rogge nodded, staring at the huge figure in the sky with indifferent eyes. He silently tightened his grip on the bat, his knuckles turning white from the exertion.

"Mrs. Hooch sent Marcus to take over Malfoy's position. The game is still going on." Jordan quickly introduced the situation to everyone. He looked to the other side of the court and shouted in a brisk voice: "Our chaser Harry Bo Special discovered the Golden Snitch."

"The opponent's chaser is not fast enough and cannot catch up. As long as Harry catches the Golden Snitch, the game will end at 160:0 within ten minutes of the start." Jordan shouted excitedly.

However, before he could finish speaking, Amin deliberately caused the Bludger to hit Harry. Slytherin's Bol used all his strength to intercept successfully, and he missed the Bludger.

Bol touched his aching wrist and couldn't help cursing in his heart what kind of freak this was. If a few more balls like this come his way, he may not even be able to hold the bat.

"Angelina, squeeze him out!" Marcus shouted to his teammates. Angelina hesitated for a moment and slammed into the opponent who was attacking with the ball.

The opponent had to pass the ball to someone else, and Roger suddenly jumped out from behind and intercepted the Quaffle.