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This distance not only ensures a good hit rate for volleys, but also magic props.

But what should we do? Who will attack? Who will attack us?

No one knows the answer, no one knows whether their team will be attacked by the other three companies at the next moment, and no one dares to cause chaos.

The tense nerves seemed to be about to break at any time, everyone's foreheads were sweating slightly, and the tips of the sticks began to tremble slightly. Although there was no sound of chanting the incantation, everyone was silently reciting the incantation they were equipped with in their hearts.

Four teams gather together for a decisive battle and melee. No one has experience in such a scene. Once the battle breaks out, no one can predict how the situation will develop.

You must be cautious and cautious, and cautious and cautious.

The safety zone is still shrinking, and the four commanders are almost at a distance where they can raise their hands to say hello.

What should I do? How should I choose? Chris felt her heart pounding. Damn it, she really shouldn't have allowed those daredevils from Gryffindor to engage in a four-way melee. In this situation, she couldn't bring out the full potential of Slytherin.

Advantages.

Or... why not join forces with Ravenclaw to clear out Gryffindor first?

They had worked together before, but not under circumstances like this.

She tried to glance at the commander of the Yingyuan team, but the man didn't seem to notice.

She was so nervous that she could hardly hold the trembling wand.

The pressure was too much, something had to be done, but any improper move would ignite the battle. The tip of her staff tilted slightly toward the Gryffindor team, and she felt like her throat was smoking and she couldn't say any words.

.

Just when everyone was tense and the battle was about to break out, an unusually bright voice suddenly broke the silence.

"Everyone gives in! Give in!!!"

I saw a carrot head carrying an unusually huge package dangling from the boundary of the safe zone and squeezing through the Hufflepuff team: "I borrowed it, I borrowed it, I'm sorry I stepped on your foot, I'm sorry.

I’ll let you step back next time!”

With four teams and hundreds of students, everyone’s tense nerves seemed to have suddenly short-circuited:

What's going on?!

What is this carrot head doing? Can’t you see that the atmosphere is serious, tense and suffocating now?!

Are you yelling at others to make way? Why do you want to make way?! Which college are you from?!

And what's going on with such a big package at the back? Can't all the supplies collected in this scene be put into a portable prop bag? Could it be that this guy has collected so many supplies that even the prop bag can't fit in them?!

A string of question marks were floating on everyone's short-circuited foreheads. The unaware carrot over there had already arrived at the center of the entire Quidditch field carrying an unusually huge package. The four teams were facing each other together.

Right location.

This is also the kick-off spot for Madam Hooch during the real-life Quidditch game.

I saw Carrot Head swaggeringly placing the package he was carrying on the ground. For some reason, the huge package didn't look very heavy. Maybe it had a floating spell cast on it.

"I know you must be full of curiosity at this time," Carrot Head said in his bright voice:

"The answer to why I appear here and why I am carrying this huge package is to give you a huge surprise and to calm this conflict!"

"Since you are having trouble deciding which team to fire on first, why not take a look at the gifts I prepared for you all! Because you are all so cute, I put a lot of effort into preparing this gift for you.

Gift, I promise, after reading this gift, you will no longer have a headache because you can't decide which team to shoot at!"

The carrot head was greeting and shouting like selling sesame seed cakes, and the original tense atmosphere disappeared.

Everyone couldn't help but take a few steps closer, even letting go of their wariness against other teams.

"You, that's you, the commander of Slytherin, right? The honorable job of unpacking the package will be left to you!" Carrot Head waved his hand to the commander of Slytherin, Dracris, to come and open it.

of packages.

Chrissy's mind had not yet reacted to the string of question marks. When she heard Carrot Head's greeting, she hesitated for a moment and took a few steps forward to the package. She felt that it was not from the other college teams.

Trap because the commanders of those colleges looked as confused as she did.

This package was a bit troublesome to unpack. It was wrapped in layers of magic pattern cloth like a matryoshka doll. Each layer of fabric was a different color. Chris felt the effectiveness of the floating spell, and she became more curious.

It took her some time to unwrap the package to the last layer.

"Is it okay to just pull the rope off at the end?" she asked.

But no one answered her.

"Where's the carrot head?" She raised her head and realized that the carrot head was nowhere to be seen. Instead, it was surrounded by students from four college teams, and they got even closer when she was unpacking the package.

"He seems to have run into the danger zone." A Hufflepuff player said.

"There! I saw him, he's sitting in the Slytherin stands!" Another Ravenclaw player pointed to a high stand next to the Quidditch field: "That's the danger zone.

I saw he just knocked away a fire-breathing slug."

What was he doing there? Even if the carrot head collected too many supplies, he couldn't stay in the dangerous area for long. Chris followed the Ravenclaw team members' gaze and looked towards their stands, and she saw the carrot head.

She was sitting on the high stand, and then she noticed that the carrot head seemed to be gesturing towards her.

Let her untie the last knot.

He just pulled away. As a Malfoy, she didn't believe that there was any special gift that could surprise her. He also said he would calm down the four-team war? Who did he think he was? Principal Dumbledore?

So she pulled open the last knot of the last layer of the package.

This time, the feeling seemed to be a little different. She seemed to hear a soft click. Chris didn't have time to think about what the soft sound was.

With roars and earthquakes, her world was flooded with fire.

"Watching fireworks alone is really lonely..."

Sitting on the high stand of Slytherin, Lin Mo let out a distant sigh. He slowly took out two balls of soundproof cotton from his ears, then gently swept the dust on his clothes, and sighed again.

Said: "Lonely..."

He could feel the huge impact from such a distance.

After the explosion, the Hogwarts Quidditch pitch was completely unrecognizable. A huge crater with black smoke appeared in the center of the field, and the impact surface extended radially around to the bottom of the stands.

No one survived in the entire site.

Of course, Professor Quirrell's Dreamland game has been fully under-age, eliminating the elements of blood and violence: the students who were blown away will not experience the feeling of broken bodies and missing arms and legs, nor will they see

When they saw the scene of limbs flying and bloody flesh, they just saw a burst of fire, and the next moment the body disappeared and turned into a ghost and floated up.

Then it floated all the way to the Slytherin stands:

The eliminated player will turn into a ghost by default and follow the player who eliminated him.

So, even though Lin Mo couldn't see the white ghosts around him at this time, he still stood up and bowed as if giving a speech in front of everyone, smiled slightly, spread his hands and said:

"Look, I keep my word."

"Now none of you will have to worry about which team to shoot first."