This Hogwarts isn't normal.

Snape looked disgusted. ♦♦  ♦♦

Especially in the first ten minutes, the Slytherin team didn't even score a goal.

Under his low pressure, the surrounding snakes were trembling.

"Wayne scores another goal. This is fifteen goals in a row!"

Snape stood up suddenly, his lips trembling.

Draco, who realized something, also stood up.

"When Wei Encai comes home, she will fall down if she grabs the ball!"

He became even more enthusiastic after receiving Snape's admiring look.

"Waien is blind and will miss the ball!"

All the little snakes stood up and shouted at the top of their lungs.

Such despicable means,

Li couldn't even bear it.

"Slytherin students are interfering with the game in an organized way. This is an extremely shameful behavior!"

"We are scolding Vayne!" Draco said this quite righteously.

The little lions were all angry.

"Shit, Malfoy!" Ron scolded directly.

"Shut up, you red-haired skunk!" Draco's counterattack was very powerful.

"Fake!" Alfred yelled angrily, took off his school robe and rushed over to fight.

"Calm down, Afu!" James quickly grabbed him, "We have to save some face for the losers."

"Well said!" Neville puffed out his chest.

But when Snape glared at him, he subconsciously shrank his neck back.

"oh,

Wayne scores again! "

Li cast a contemptuous look at Slytherin,

"He has a very stable mentality and is not affected by some shameless villains at all."

"Mr. Jordan——"

"Good professor."

The situation on the field has become very clear, but Marcus has no intention of admitting defeat.

As the captain and chaser, how could he not even bowl a single ball.

Vincent held the Quaffle and shook off two batters, and the big man rushed straight over from above.

"Wayne!"

Such a heart-rending roar made him tilt the broom handle to the right and roll to avoid the big claw.

Marcus stopped quickly and used his strong arm strength to turn the broom around.

He grinned like an ape.

"Wow, Captain Flint has a big problem. I feel like he's going to do something shady."

"Mr. Jordan——"

"Good professor."

Mag withdrew his gaze from Li, then squinted again and set up the telescope.

Without the narrator's prompting, Vincent knew there was something wrong with the big guy chasing behind him.

"Dude, lower your head!"

Fred's Bludger sailed past his head.

Seeing that the ball was about to hit Marcus in the face,

But he threw out his right hand as hard as Vincent.

"Flint, this is a despicable imitation!" Li saw Mag staring at him,

Then he added another sentence,

“But it also proves in disguise that he has the same strength as Wayne.

"Wayne is so stupid, his ball hand is shaking!" Draco didn't even try to hide it this time.

Unfortunately Vincent was not affected,

He even turned around and flew away from the goal.

He knew that Marcus behind him wanted to hit him before he could throw the ball.

The heavier the result, the better, and it's best to just exit.

"Wayne is stupid and can't tell the difference between left and right!"

Listening to Draco's repeated provocations, Vincent flew directly towards the Slytherin auditorium.

He raised a finger behind him mockingly, then pointed fifty feet down.

There was Draco who was still shouting, and Snape who was expressionless.

"Come over if you can..." Marcus understood the mouth movements and instantly increased his speed.

Impulsiveness is a Gryffindor trait.

Calmness belongs to Slytherin.

But at this moment, the two of them seemed to have been swapped.

The angle Vincent chose was very tricky, and the sweeping six stars under Marcus' crotch were also very powerful.

But compared to the Rogue Rabbit, its performance is three generations behind.

"Wayne is being naughty, what he's doing -" Draco saw Vincent rushing towards him mid-sentence, and hurriedly squatted under the seat with his head in his hands.

"Wha—" extremely terrifying wind pressure passed by.

Snape's long, greasy hair was tousled.

If the little wizard who dared to fly past him was not fast enough, he would have been kicked into the deepest part of the Forbidden Forest.

"Catch!" Vincent threw the Quaffle.

This direction was somewhere between Draco and Snape.

If you don't have precise control ability, you may fall down directly.

Marcus didn't think twice and just hugged the Quaffle.

"Shi——"

This ball is quite extraordinary.

It made Marcus sway,

And upset the balance maintained by Sweeping Six Stars.

"Fa——" Draco, who quietly opened his eyes, cursed almost at the same time.

Marcus, who was almost 1.8 meters tall, smashed it down at full speed, and its power was comparable to a solid cannonball made by Muggles.

"Flint fell,

Deserve it! "

Draco couldn't bear the weight and vomited out his breakfast on the spot.

"Foul! Foul on Wayne!" Snape suddenly stood up and glared at Vincent, who was not far away with an innocent face.

"Professor~" George flew over, "You guys can't afford to lose~"

This pitiful little look made Snape so angry that his big nostrils kept opening and closing.

The commentator Li was very conscientious, "Based on my many years of experience watching football, Wayne probably planned to give up a ball, but I didn't expect that Flint was so bad that he couldn't even hold the ball."

The entire arena was suddenly filled with a happy atmosphere,

Except Slytherin.

The one who laughed the most was Ron.

The moment he saw Draco being picked up by Crabbe and Goyle, he was so happy that he almost fell under the seat.

Harry was in a good mood too.

If the situation continues like this, it doesn't seem to matter whether the Golden Snitch is found or not.

"I'm fine!" Marcus shook his big head and returned to the field with the Quaffle.

He rushed straight towards the Gryffindor goal, and there was no obstruction on his way.

Wood, who was guarding three goals, hooked his finger at him.

"Oliver Wood!" Marcus roared angrily and threw the Quaffle.

While Wood quickly flew to the right, he also raised the broom and made a tumble.

"It's such a pity that the Quaffle was hit by the tail of the broom~"

Li made no secret of his starkly sarcastic tone.

The little snakes exploded on the spot.

"Put me down! I can continue!" Draco was lifted up and struggled back to the audience.

"Wood is stupid and Wayne is an asshole!"

This young master, whose face was full of incompetence and rage, was targeted by Vincent again.

He didn't even pay attention to the Quaffle, and accelerated towards the Slytherin auditorium.

"Wayne is a promiscuous man, and all he needs to do to play ball is to be dirty!"

The strong wind ruffled Draco's neatly combed blond hair.

Vincent circled around and turned back.

"Wayne can't afford to lose, every time-"

Taking a big gulp of air, Draco raised his head and burped.

"Wayne is a bitch—"

"Wayne——"

"Wei——"

He went back and forth several times until he was full.

"Malfoy is very smart and knows how to use such dirty tricks to disturb Wayne."

Li turned his gaze back to the arena, "Oh, I've given you enough opportunities, but you still don't succeed."

Mag didn't say anything this time, and even raised the corners of his mouth slightly.

The shame of many years must be paid back twice as much today!

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