hogwarts blast

The atmosphere in the Gryffindor common room was a little tense, but it was probably more exciting.

Their captain, Oliver Wood, was like a madman at this moment, stroking the broom handle of Nimbus 2001 in his hand intoxicatedly.

As if those were the long, white thighs of his dream lover.

Wood had always had this expression since Harry handed him the remaining six broomsticks.

It's not like he has never seen such a good broomstick. Because a certain company sells toothpaste, the performance difference between the nimbus Harry used before and the one he has now is not much different.

Wood also rode the Nimbus 2000, but it was never his own.

Well, even though the one he is holding now is not his, but the public property of the Gryffindor Quidditch team.

But the right to use the one in his hand belongs to him until he graduates.

This is equivalent to his broom.

The twin brothers couldn't stand Wood's idiotic look, so they kicked him hard on the butt, causing him to wake up from a dream.

"Ahem, let me just say a few words about that." Wood struggled to swallow the saliva that almost overflowed.

He clenched his fists and his eyes flashed with a manic light.

"The biggest threats to Hufflepuff are the two batters, Kyle and Hannah."

Wood strode around the dressing room.

"We always lost to them in the past years because we couldn't resist the demon of space." His voice was low.

"But now! We have a batsman who can compete with us!" Wood stared at the twin brothers with strong pride.

The burning heat radiating from his eyes made the twin brothers slightly scared.

"This year is my last chance to see the trophy with our names on it!" Wood waved his hands manically.

He is already in seventh grade this year. If he fails to win the Quidditch Cup again, his seven-year school career will end in regret.

"Do you have the confidence to crush them!"

In response to him, six people roared in unison - "Crush them!"

Under the leadership of Wood, the Gryffindor players, who put on scarlet uniforms, walked out of the locker room with their heads held high and their morale high.

However, this morale was almost destroyed when he walked to the center of the court.

The storm hanging on the court was so fierce that except for the twins who used their magic to stick to the ground to stand firm, the other five people were blown around by the wind.

On the other hand, the Hufflepuffs on the opposite side stood firm and determined.

After Hufflepuff players have gone through countless days and nights of devilish training that is far more intense than military training, each of them has long mastered the skill of using magic to help them stand up straight.

This little wind has an impact on them, but not much.

"They're out! The most exciting thing about this competition is that there are three Firebolts in the two teams of Hufflepuff and Gryffindor!"

"According to the book Classified Broomsticks, the Firebolt will be the first choice for the national team participating in this year's World Cup..."

Professor McGonagall stretched out her hand and patted Lee Jordan, telling him to explain carefully and not to advertise. Firebolt did not ask him to be an endorser.

In this game, Kyle and the twin brothers chose to skip the pre-game trash talk with a tacit understanding.

After all, they didn't want to stay in such a storm for too long, so the sooner the game ended, the better.

Mrs. Hooch's voice was drowned in the rumbling thunder, and the players on both sides could only tell from the action of her putting the whistle to her mouth that she announced the start of the game.

Fourteen flying broomsticks soared into the sky, rising high into the sky.

Mrs. Hooch, who was standing on the ground, threw the red Quaffle into the sky.

Gryffindor's chaser Angelina Johnson and Hufflepuff's chaser Zachary Smith both controlled their brooms and rushed toward the red shadow in the storm.

I want to grab the first attack in the first round.

Then two black bludgers took off.

When Mrs. Hooch untied the chains that bound the Bludger, a golden figure swept straight to the ground.

With a huge sound of the stick and the Bludger colliding, a black stream of light went straight to Hannah in the sky.

"Kyle took the lead in intercepting a Bludger! He hit the ball towards his teammate Hannah, and nimbly avoided the pursuit of the Weasley brothers!"

Lee Jordan's voice came from the loudspeakers around the stadium, but it was not so clear in the howling storm.

After intercepting the first Bludger, Kyle suddenly pulled the broom handle and returned to the original flying height.

At this moment, their team's chaser, Cadwallader, had already broken through Gryffindor's defensive line with the Quaffle.

"George has the tail of Cadwallader's broom between his teeth! He's about to attack!"

What Lee Jordan didn't know was that the man biting Cadwallader's tail was actually Fred, not George.

In this kind of horrible weather, it is difficult to just tell who is who, let alone distinguishing who the twin brothers are.

This is something Mrs. Weasley can't even do if she has good visibility.

A stream of light cut through the air, blasting through a hole in the rain curtain along the road, and headed straight for Fred.

This Bludger did not come from Hannah's attack, but from George's pass.

Fred used his backhand to hit the Bludger that came through the air, deflecting it in one direction and heading straight for Cadwallader in front of him at a faster speed than when it came.

Another beam of light accurately knocked away Fred's shot.

"Intercepted! Kyle intercepted the Bludger!"

"Cadwallader prepared to shoot, but Harry Potter blocked his attacking position! Alia and Angelina followed closely, blocking his left and right directions!"

"Pass! Cadwallader chose to pass the ball to -"

"He didn't pass the ball to his teammate! Was it a mistake?"

It wasn't a mistake. Cadwallader threw the Quaffle into an empty space, and another beam of light came towards him.

boom!

The Bludger that Kyle hit accurately hit the Quaffle and bounced it back into Cadwallader's hand.

"A feint! Cadwallader holds the ball again! All the Gryffindor players were deceived by this feint!"

"Shoot! Hufflepuff scores the first goal of the game!"

Flying high in the sky, George and Fred exchanged looks silently.

Immediately, George turned the direction of the broom and rushed straight towards the golden flash in the distance.

Fred, on the other hand, fixed his gaze on the black bludger floating in the sky.

The howling storm concealed George's movements very well, and it wasn't until he was only twenty meters away from Kyle that Kyle discovered his presence.

Kyle controlled the broom and began to dive while looking back and forth over the Quidditch pitch.

Soon he spotted Fred approaching the Bludger at great speed.

"You're so impatient to start a dog fight?" Kyle's lips curled up into a smile.

Although Hannah tried very hard to steal the Bludger in front of Fred, in the end Fred, who had four years of Quidditch experience, was superior.

After intercepting the Bludger, Fred immediately hit it towards George.

Seeing that George had obtained the Bludger and was about to swing the stick to give himself a thunderous blow, Kyle did not hesitate to yank the broom handle diagonally upwards and control the Firebolt to start a rapid turn at the maximum instantaneous speed it could achieve.

Turn.

Seeing this, George also followed Kyle's flight path and started the same sharp turning and circling maneuver.

Both the offensive and defensive sides were constantly turning in circles, and their winding flight trajectories intertwined.

If Lee Jordan was a military fan, he would have recognized the name of the maneuver performed by George and Kyle at this moment - the scissor maneuver.