Harry Potter's Dharma

"Uh …" The host, Lee Jordan, who was holding the microphone, was stunned.

He subconsciously looked at Mrs. Hooch, who was in mid-air. "That, Slytherin's captain, the ball chaser, Zheng Fan, caught the Golden Snitch!

Who knows how this is counted? "

The students of Slytherin burst into laughter.

"As expected of Mr. Zheng Fan. He actually caught the Golden Snitch!"

"But isn't Mr. Zheng a ball chaser?

This shouldn't count, right? "

"I'm going to cry from laughing. Mr. Zheng's hand is too amazing. He actually caught the Golden Snitch before the ball chasers. This is simply a slap to the two ball chasers' faces, especially Gryffindor's!"

"Haha, that's right. Let those Gryffindor people see that our school's ball chasers can catch the Golden Snitch before you guys. I can't take it anymore. I'm laughing so hard that I can't breathe. I can brag about this for a year!"

Professor McGonagall, who was sitting next to the host, shook his head helplessly. "Amazing. It's reasonable to say that the ball chasers are in their most focused state before shooting. No matter what happens next, they won't notice it. But when Zheng Fan shot the ball, he actually caught the Golden Snitch. It seems that he hasn't used his full strength yet …"

Her voice wasn't loud, but it was caught by the microphone. Most of the people on the field heard it. After hearing Professor McGonagall's words, everyone looked at Zheng Fan with even more speechlessness. Were the Slytherin players all monsters?!

Mrs. Hooch flew to Zheng Fan's side with a subtle expression and looked at the Golden Snitch in his hand.

Many players also came over. Even the Gryffindor players had to admit that they were frightened by Zheng Fan's move. Their faces were filled with desolation.

Wood's face was pale. He was afraid that Mrs. Hooch would judge Zheng Fan's catch of the Golden Snitch as effective. If that happened, Gryffindor would be finished. Slytherin would win the game with an unprecedented score of 280 to 0. Gryffindor wouldn't be able to raise their heads for the rest of the year!

Harry Potter's face was also a little pale. It could be said that he was under the most pressure out of everyone present. He had been accepted into the Quidditch team as an exception in his first year. Professor McGonagall had said that he had a future, and Wood had said that he had talent. His teammates also trusted him.

But if he lost the first match, how could he face everyone's trust in the future?

Could he still stay in the Quidditch team?

Harry gulped and stared at the Golden Snitch in his hand.

He stole a glance at Slytherin's seeker, Higgins.

Although the latter was also a little embarrassed, the expression on his face showed that he knew it would turn out like this.

Harry was puzzled. Was Higgins not surprised that Zheng Fan had caught the burglar?

What had their team been through?

Under everyone's gaze, Mrs. Hooch scratched her head and said to Zheng Fan, "I'm sorry, Zheng. According to the rules of Quidditch, catching a Cat Burglar doesn't count as a result, even though it's very impressive and surprising.

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"Yes."

Zheng Fan nodded. She wasn't as angry as everyone thought she would be. She just smiled and threw the burglar away.

From the beginning, he didn't think that he would be able to score points. It was just that his Eagle Vision saw the Cat Burglar flying towards him and he was a little itchy.

Looking at Zheng Fan throwing the Golden Snitch away nonchalantly, Harry knew that he had completely lost to Zheng Fan in terms of foresight. If he were to put himself in Zheng Fan's shoes, he felt that he couldn't be as carefree as Zheng Fan. This was a chance to win the game directly. No matter what, he had to debate it, right?

As soon as he regained his freedom, the Cat Burglar disappeared from everyone's sight like a bolt of golden lightning.

Harry was even more speechless. With the Golden Snitch's flying speed, how was he going to catch it?

In the stands, Ronald looked unhappy. "What's the meaning of this?

Shouldn't the seeker be punished for catching a Cat Burglar?

Why don't the seeker just go and catch the Cat Burglar instead? What's the point of throwing balls? "

Hearing this, the few students sitting next to him looked over speechlessly. Before they could say anything, Professor Flitwick, who was sitting in the back row, spoke first. "Don't think too much about it.

"No, you're thinking too simply, Mr. Weasley. If you really think that seven people can win the game by catching a cat burglar, then you're really thinking too simply. You haven't seen the speed of the golden cat burglar. It's not something that an average person can react to. Only a very professional ball seeker and a very talented person can fight with the golden cat burglar. Even if the other players saw the cat burglar, they wouldn't be able to catch it at all. With that time, the goal would have been broken through by the opponent more than fifteen times."

Ronald choked for a moment. The students around him nodded and showed expressions of agreement.

On the field, Zheng Fan threw the Cat Burglar away. However, because of the commotion just now, there were many Gryffindor players around him. The goalkeeper, Wood, had also readied himself. It was obviously a little too late to shoot now.

Under everyone's gaze, Zheng Fan shrugged and turned the broom around. It seemed that he was going to shake off the 947th opponent again.

The Gryffindor players breathed a sigh of relief. It seemed that Zheng Fan was not invincible. Under the threat of so many people, he could only look for another opportunity.

Then, in their line of sight, Zheng Fan's hand that was holding the Ghost Fly ball suddenly flung it back from his shoulder as if nothing had happened.

Wood only had time to open his mouth. Before he could even reach out his hand, the Ghost Fly ball directly passed through the goal on his left.

After flying more than ten meters away, the players who were ready to intercept Zheng Fan again spat out a mouthful of blood.

You can f * cking shoot like that?!

You really have eyes in the back of your head!

The host, Lee Jordan, could not help but curse at first. Then, he shouted.

"Slytherin has scored another goal!!

The current score on the field … 140 to 0! "

Today, I'll give myself some pressure …

It's not the kind of five chapters that you write at night. It's five chapters before 12 o 'clock!

First update now!

A man should be more ruthless to himself!