This Hogwarts is not normal

Vincent has many plans for Gwent.

In the entire global market, he will not cooperate with just one company.

Europe, America, Asia, Africa.

The four major districts are divided into dozens of communities, and each district has a partner.

Choice is very important, and right now he only has eyes for the Quaffle.

Three Nimbus 2001 surrounded him, but pressure tactics were ineffective against him.

The rogue rabbit was like red lightning, instantly leaving the three of them behind.

Vincent's instinctive shot passed through the fingertips of goalie Myles Blige.

"10 points!" Li shouted excitedly.

Marcus, who arrived belatedly, and the other three chasers all focused their eyes on the thrown Quaffle.

"Stop him at all costs!"

They flew towards Vincent who had the ball, and when they were about to meet, they stretched out their elbows in a subtle way.

"You deserve it!" Li Man's face was full of sarcasm.

There are a total of 700 foul methods in Quidditch, and Fred and George have used all of them in the previous one-on-six training.

It was just an elbow pointing outwards, and Vincent rolled onto his side, causing them to collide.

"Spread out!" Marcus waved his arms.

He had just been accidentally injured by Meng Tai.

This time the Quaffle was thrown into the goal from above Blackie's head.

Pousse took the lead and accelerated towards Vincent who got the ball again.

Just when he was about to succeed, a Bludger flew toward his face.

He stopped the broom and looked bitterly at Fred in the distance.

"Don't forget we are there!"

Marcus chased Vincent with a grin.

Although there was a difference in speed, Montague always stayed near the goal.

Li angrily shouted into the microphone: "They are attacking from both sides, despicable!"

Mag next to him didn't say anything, as if he was recalling a certain past event.

When she was still at Hogwarts, Gryffindor won five consecutive annual Quidditch championships.

Only in the last year, when she was about to catch the Golden Snitch, she was attacked by Slytherin, fell off the broom, and missed her sixth consecutive championship.

This familiar scene made her clench her little hands tightly.

Vincent on the field did not retreat, and the corners of his mouth were slightly raised.

The effects of force are mutual, and whoever is faster can beat the opponent.

He sped up and rushed towards Montague, putting his right shoulder on the opponent's chest.

Marcus behind took advantage of this half-second pause to shorten the distance.

Vincent changed direction at this point.

She didn't dodge and ran into him head on.

Last year, Marcus was slightly more physically fit.

This year, the two are basically equal.

They put their arms against their arms and did not flinch at all. Instead, they controlled the broom to accelerate.

Rogue Rabbit's performance is superior to Nimbus 2001, and Marcus has begun to retreat.

Just when Vincent was about to knock him down, Pousse turned his head and flew towards the side.

"Don't even think about disturbing them!" Angelina stood in front of him.

"Go away!"

Marcus gritted his teeth, and veins popped out in his neck.

"If it's dark, how about light?" Vincent looked at him condescendingly, "You'd better restrain yourself when I'm at school."

After Pousse narrowly passed Angelina, he only saw Marcus with a red face falling downwards.

Without thinking, he chased after him and grabbed the opponent's arm before landing.

"Ten points for the third one!"

He looked towards his own goal with some despair.

Blackie was holding the Quaffle in his arms, but it was still flying backwards after passing through the goal.

"This is a foul!" Marcus returned to his broom and protested loudly, "Wayne hit someone with the ball, the ball is invalid!"

"The protest is invalid!" Li took one step ahead of Mag.

Mrs. Huo Qi below was unmoved.

She saw clearly just now that it was clearly Montaigne and Marcus who committed the foul first.

Mag opened his hand towards Li and took the microphone handed to him, "I declare this goal valid and the game continues."

Snape in the audience looked very unhappy.

Even if it's a foul, it's still not successful.

The little snakes sitting near him were trembling.

After this game, you can expect a lot of abuse.

Draco, who had no intention of looking for the Golden Snitch, was already scolding him in his heart.

He gave the two batsmen obvious winks.

There are only two bludgers in total, one over there and one over here.

The moment the Quaffle was thrown again, Vincent had already left Marcus behind.

Amid the opponent's scolding, he used his arm protector to knock the Bludger away.

The arc is not too big, just flying in the opposite direction.

Draco was still thinking about knocking him off the court with a ball, but he suddenly received this hit on the head.

Harry, who was not far away, couldn't hold back his laughter.

"Shut up! Pote!"

Still laughing, even happier.

"Scarhead!!!"

Draco's face was distorted, as if he would rush over and devour Harry in the next second.

The Bludger made a beautiful parabola and flew towards Fred.

He curled up his little mouth, twirled the bat twice and hit it back hard.

Harry, who had very good eyesight, quickly raised the height.

"Be afraid! I'm telling you -" Draco was hit on the forehead again.

Although he had protective gear, after two hits of the pure iron Bludger, he only swayed greatly.

"Damn Weasley!!!"

At the same time as this sound, there was also the sound of the Quaffle hitting the door frame and bouncing in.

"40 points!" Li suppressed a smile, "I have to say it's your own fault."

Mag seemed to have a strong opinion, but in fact, he didn't know how excited he was.

The Academy Cup may be unstable, but the Quidditch Championship is definitely stable.

Snape stood up with a "swish" sound and shook out the black robe on his body.

If you don't see it, it's just a slap in the face.

The moment he turned his head, the Bludger that hit Draco's head twice suddenly bounced off the grass.

It nimbly dodged Fred and George's sticks and flew straight into the sky.

"With 50 points, Wayne has already broken his record from last year!"

Li looked elsewhere, and suddenly his eyes widened in an exaggerated way.

That Bludger knocked Harry down.

"Oh - my Merlin!" McGonagall pursed her lips tightly.

If you fall from this height, you will have to lie down for at least ten days and a half.

Vincent, who was about to throw the ball, caught a glimpse of a figure falling from the side.

He threw the Quaffle away, pressed down on the broom handle of the rogue rabbit and chased after it.

Harry felt his arm being pulled hard as he spun and fell.

At the moment of dislocation, he was carried on Vincent's shoulders.

"It might hurt a little."

"Oh, come on - ah!"

It looks like he is twisting his arm, but it is actually a silent and wandless healing spell.

Harry felt unprecedented pain, as if his bones were being broken into pieces.

"Be patient for a little bit, and soon -" Vincent raised the broomstick of the Rascal Rabbit, narrowly dodging the Bludgers that were shot like cannonballs.

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But it didn't give up, and turned back like it hit a wall of air.

Harry felt very uncomfortable being carried.

Rollover, sudden braking, acceleration, flipping.

In just one minute, the Bludger has "bounced" back more than a dozen times.

This is not normal, quite abnormal.

After excluding unreliable supernatural events, there is only one answer left.

man-made,

on purpose.

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