HARRY POTTER: I AM THE WHITE LORD

Chapter 61 Want to cheat me? You are still young

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Fred sat bored in the audience of the Quidditch stadium. He felt that he had what Muggles call traumatic injury syndrome.

He was not sure whether it was a symptom or not, but Charlie told him so.

Although it had been a month and a half and it was mid-May, he still had no interest in anything.

Just like the inter-school Quidditch finals in front of him, although the game was very intense and exciting, he really couldn't get excited at all.

All the details of the night tour would appear in his mind from time to time.

Hehe.

That night, George also went out for a night tour and waited in the castle for most of the night.

And his own experience, even now, still feels very exciting.

Thinking of this, Fred looked at Sebastian sitting in the professor's seat with resentment on his face.

Damn it!

Why did Professor Swan give him a gag order? !

Such a bizarre experience, I can't even say anything to others, it's really suffocating!

Whether it's the battle between professors or the inheritance of Gryffindor, Professor Swan doesn't let me reveal a word to the outside world.

For this reason, Professor Swan even made me sign a magic contract!

It was so abominable. This was a lack of trust in me!

I was obviously very good at keeping secrets. At most, I just revealed the truth to George.

Fred had also maliciously guessed that Professor Swan must not want others to know his miserable appearance, so he issued a gag order on him.

After all, he still remembered clearly how miserable Professor Swan looked after he emerged from the secret realm.

The professor's right face was a little swollen, his eyes turned into panda eyes, and his clothes were very messy, as if he had been ravaged by someone.

He remembered that after the professor came out, he said something, something like: "Damn old Deng, you are so cruel, hiss, it hurts..."

Fred's head was full of question marks. Until now, he couldn't figure out what was going on.

Isn't it the inheritance of Gryffindor?

The professor didn't look like he had gained any benefits, but rather like he was in danger.

Is that a fake inheritance?

So scary! Fortunately, I was rejected by that light gate.

Otherwise, with my own strength, I would probably have to stay in there forever.

After Professor Swann appeared, the light gate and the boulder split apart. Now, if you go past, you can only see rubble on the ground.

So, what is inside the light gate? I'm afraid only Professor Swann knows.

Fred looked at Professor Snape who was sitting next to Professor Swann, and he felt a deep admiration in his heart.

Professor Snape is really a workaholic!

Even though he was injured, he asked the principal for the right to substitute for the Defense Against the Dark Arts class.

Since Professor Robert was sent to Azkaban, the Defense Against the Dark Arts class has been taught by Snape.

To be honest, Principal Dumbledore should really give Professor Snape a special contribution award to commend his dedicated work attitude.

In addition, Fred actually wanted to have a good chat with Snape to express his gratitude. But

although Snape had saved his life, the two of them were really not familiar with each other, so he really couldn't open his mouth.

"Fred, stop daydreaming! Come cheer for Hogwarts!"

Fred looked at George who urged him to cheer for Hogwarts, and a sense of superiority arose in his heart.

George, my stupid Odoudou, you have no idea what I have been through.

When the day comes when the truth is revealed, don't envy your brother too much.

Fred cheered up and shouted to the sky: "Charlie, stop daydreaming, hurry up and catch the golden snitch!"

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After the preliminaries, the Hogwarts team entered the finals with a record of two wins and two losses and the Durmstrang team with three wins.

The game entered the white-hot stage at the beginning, and the two teams fought for it, and the score was very close.

To win the game, it now depends on which of the two teams' seekers can be better.

Charlie flew in the sky, concentrating on searching for the golden snitch, and he could not notice anything except the sound of the wind.

In his eyes, there was only the golden snitch and his competitor, Krum.

Suddenly, Krum began to descend rapidly on his flying broom.

"Another Wronski feint!"

Charlie saw through Krum's intention. He had just confirmed that there was no Golden Snitch below.

A mocking smile rose from the corner of his mouth, and Charlie thought of a classic line he had seen in the Muggle Studies class.

"Too naive, Krum! The same trick won't work on me!"

He suddenly raised his flying broom and climbed to the sky at full speed, as if he had already found the Golden Snitch and was making a final sprint.

Sure enough, after discovering Charlie climbing at full speed, Krum, who was descending rapidly, braked suddenly and then chased Charlie with all his strength.

"Haha, a third-year boy! You are still young to play psychological warfare!"

Charlie looked at the stalemate score and made a decision in his heart.

He decided to take some risks and then usher in a perfect ending to this game!

He had rejected the olive branches offered by many professional teams, so this might be the last official Quidditch game he participated in.

He wanted to put a perfect end to his Quidditch career, and he wanted Hogwarts to win!

He looked at Marcus, and after he noticed him, he secretly gestured to him.

Then, he lowered his flying altitude, squeezed next to Krum, and flew side by side with him. No matter how Krum flew, he would hold on tightly.

Charlie was doing three things at once, looking for the trace of the Golden Snitch while following Krum's flight trajectory closely. Most importantly, he kept blocking the field of vision between Krum and Marcus.

Finally, Charlie waited for the opportunity he wanted. He grinned and laughed unscrupulously.

"Krum!"

Charlie roared with all his strength, and the strong wind in his face made his voice a little distorted.

"Have you ever been knocked down by a Bludger?!"

As soon as the words fell, all the audience members took a deep breath at the same time.

A black shadow suddenly whizzed through the sky at an astonishing speed and came to Charlie's face in the blink of an eye.

At the critical moment, Charlie lowered his head to avoid the fast-moving Bludger.

Then, the Bludger pierced through the air with amazing energy and hit Krum hard.

"Merlin!!!" The audience screamed.

With a thud, Krum's figure fell to the ground like a bird with broken wings.

The sudden change made everyone present look stunned.

No one expected that in such a fierce game, Charlie and the batsman Marcus would play such a wonderful cooperation to help Hogwarts lock in the victory in advance.

"Hahahaha, Charlie, well done!"

Amid Marcus' laughter that resounded throughout the stadium, Durmstrang's headmaster Karkaroff stood up eagerly and ran towards the court.

When Krum opened his eyes in Karkaroff's arms, he heard the whistle that marked the end of the game.

Beep————

"Hogwarts wins!"

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