บท 203: Foul, You're Foul!
บรรณาธิการ: Atlas Studios
Ivan flew through the semi-circle on his broomstick and into the middle of the arena, hearing waves of cheers and applause.
"Gryffindor will win!"
"Finish off that bunch of Slytherins!"
…
The stadium was filled with the cries of the Gryffindor lions, amplified by the sound of the amplified props, and at the top of the house seats was the sound of modified bonfires.
The fireworks exploded into the sky, transforming into a vivid lion cub that roared at Slytherin's table in defiance!
The young Slytherin wizards did not look happy. Their cheers and encouragement were drowned out by their sworn enemies.
At this moment, someone secretly sold the same magical tools as Gryffindor, and Slytherin, who was rich, did not hesitate to give them away.
Yvonne, who had been watching the match, noticed this and smiled.
Who would have thought that Fred would actually have the skill to bribe a Slytherin into selling for him on this occasion…
Sales at the other Houses did not go as well, as the match had nothing to do with them, and only a few young wizards were willing to cheer on the other Houses.
Even as Ivan thought this, he saw a spark in the distance over Ravenclaw's table, and another lion roaring into the sky.
Ivan looked over curiously and saw that Luna was the one who had fired the fireworks…
The witch, whom Luna had not seen for a long time, had changed into a strange outfit. She was wearing a large hat with a lion's head on it, and the hat would occasionally emit a very realistic lion's roar that swayed with Luna's movements.
The rest of the Ravenclaw house looked at Luna strangely and even deliberately sat away from her.
Luna didn't seem to care, as she continued to hold up Gryffindor's winning flag. When Ivan looked at her, she waved him off.
Yvonne wanted to respond, but then she remembered that she didn't know Luna and decided against it, wondering why Luna was greeting her.
"Hear my whistle! Three… two… one!" Madam Hooch, the referee, shouted.
Ivan turned his attention back to the match, and as soon as Madam Hooch said the final number, he took the lead…
The target was the Quaffle floating in the middle of the arena!
As the latest broomstick, the Nimbus 2001 was as fast as the wind. As soon as Ivan tried to pull it, Angelina, a fellow Chaser, was left far behind.
However, they had already discussed their tactics during the training yesterday, so Angelina was not discouraged and played support from a distance.
The biggest shock came from the Slytherin Chasers.
They thought they had the advantage of speed, which would give them a head start at the start of the game.
After playing a message, Ivan obtained the Quaffle with little effort.
"Wait a minute, Harls, aren't you a Beater? Foul, this is a foul!" several Slytherin players shouted.
However, it was not long before someone remembered where Ivan had been standing when he entered the stadium.
Understanding this, the Slytherins' faces darkened, indicating that they had all been duped, and that their training in dodging Bludgers, as well as their two-man, two-man, mutual-insurance tactics, had failed!
"What a set-up!" Lee Jordan, the game's commentator, exclaimed. "Ivan Harris has us all fooled. He's not a Beater, he's a Chaser!"
"Those Slytherins wouldn't dream of it! Look at Slytherin Captain Marcus, he's green in the face!" Jordan was holding Fred's complimentary loudspeaker prop, and his impassioned explanation was audible throughout the stadium.
Madam Hooch couldn't help but interrupt Jordan. "That's enough, Jordan. You're going to commentate on the game, or I'm going to have to get you out of here and get someone else to do it!"
Jordan recalled his tragic experience of being dragged off the pitch, and his tone changed.
Just then, Ivan, taking advantage of the Slytherin team's confusion and confusion, dribbled the Quaffle all the way through the crowd and scored the first goal of the match.
Winning Gryffindor's first ten points!
There was a great cheer from the Gryffindor table, and many wizards rose from their seats to cheer Ivan on…
Lee Jordan spoke with equal excitement.
"It's in! Hales scored the first goal in just over a minute, the fastest ever!
Damn! I should have bet on Gryffindor scoring more than ten goals…"
Jordan was full of regret and blamed George and Fred for keeping Ivan's role as Chaser a secret.
"What did you say you bet, Jordan?" Madam Hooch interrupted suspiciously.
"Ahem…" Jordan almost choked on his own breath as he tried to explain. "I mean, I had a bet this morning that Gryffindor would score ten goals…"
Fred, who was watching from the sidelines, had the urge to rush over and strangle Jordan when he saw how he was so full of it that he nearly exposed the bet!
Fortunately, Madam Hooch, unlike Professor McGonagall, did not pursue the matter, allowing Jordan to escape unscathed.
Things were not looking good on the pitch. After Ivan scored the first goal of the game, the Slytherins were able to organise a new tactic within minutes.
What began as mutual protection quickly turned into offensive tactics, with the exception of the Keeper, the Seeker, and a Chaser tasked with restraining Ivan.
The other members split into teams of two and surrounded one Gryffindor player, who was flying at high speeds and at the same altitude, so that they could easily stick to a lone player.
Then, before the rest of the Gryffindor team could arrive on their old-fashioned brooms to assist, they would be able to overwhelm the opposition with sheer numbers and speed…
Even at the risk of a penalty…
The Slytherin players paid no attention to the commentary on Jordan's venomous tongue.
As a result, Angelina became their next target after a Gryffindor player was cornered and dropped off the pitch…
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