Harry Potter and the Secret Treasure

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Ron swooped with his arms outstretched, and the Quaffle flew under his arm, right through the center of the goal ring.

"Slytherin scored!" Lee's voice sounded amidst the cheers and boos of the audience in the stands. "Ten to zero, Slytherin leads. Ron's reaction speed is not bad, but it seems that he is out of luck."

The Leitlings sang louder: Weasley was born in a dustbin, he always puts the ball in the goal.

The singing is now deafening, drowning out all the voices on the field.

Gryffindor also wants to come here, but they don't have a unified slogan, and it's too late to organize now!

"Weasley made me win this, Weasley is our king!"

The singing gradually filled the hall, and many of the Hufflepuffs and Ravenclaws began to sing along.

I have to admit that this song is really magical, especially the sentence: Weasley is our king.

The Slytherins became more and more courageous as they fought. They gave up the Bludger and devoted themselves to snatching the Quaffle, desperate to grab the ball.

Angelina angrily screamed loudly in the audience, asking the players to defend, but in this way, they lost their sense of proportion and were led by Slytherin.

Fred's Bludger hit Warrington so hard that he swayed, but he didn't let go of the Quaffle.

Just like before, he went straight to the Gryffindor goal, the same position, the same action, and the surrender of the ball was exactly the same.

Ron faltered there, seeming to be frightened by the other party, and dodged back a bit.

The next second, there was a groan of pain from the Gryffindor side, and screams and applause from the Slytherins.

Slytherin scored, twenty to zero.

Then it was Montague, the Slytherin captain, who got the Quaffle, and then Pusey.

Thirty to zero!Forty to zero!

Their current tactics are terribly simple, giving up field control and mobility, everyone blocks in front of their own goal, and they all rush forward when they grab the ball.

Then fly over to Ron, throw the ball, and score!

"It's over!" said Hermione bitterly, and Ron seemed to have given up, or was completely dazed.

Now as long as someone from Slytherin comes over with a Quaffle, they can easily score.

There was now an element of panic in Harry's motivation to find the Snitch, he just wanted to find it quickly and end the game.

"Weasley was born in the dustbin, he always put the ball in the goal, Weasley let me win this game, Weasley is our king!"

Harry used the fastest speed to walk around the field. He didn't dare to look at Ron, but he could only hear the cheers from the Slytherins below. He also saw Pansy with a face like a poodle, Singing while directing the Slytherin cheerleaders.

Then, fifty to zero, sixty to zero!

It was terrible, Gryffindor had never been beaten like this before.

It suddenly occurred to Harry that maybe sending Ginny in was better than Ron's performance.

He kept reassuring himself that he was only sixty points ahead, which wasn't too much, and there was still a chance.

He must hurry up, and now he can only rely on him to end this painful game, otherwise they will lose badly.So thought Harry, and then he finally saw it: the tiny, flickering Snitch hanging a few feet above the Slytherin end of the pitch.

He swooped in, and in an instant, Malfoy shot out from Harry's left.

A silver and green light and shadow fell on the broom, and the Snitch flew around the pillars of the goal ring and flew to the other side of the stands.

The turn worked in Malfoy's favor, and he came closer.

Harry turned the Firebolt, and he and Malfoy were now neck and neck.

A few feet from the ground, Harry let go of the broom handle with his right hand and turned to the Snitch.

To his right, Malfoy's arm was also outstretched, reaching for it.

Both of them had a chance, and at the moment when the wind howled, everything was over.

Harry's fingers gripped the tiny, struggling golden ball, Malfoy's nails clawed desperately at the back of Harry's hand, Harry lifted his broom into the air, clutching the still struggling ball , Gryffindor supporters finally applauded loudly.

This was the first time they cheered in this game, but luckily Harry was there and they won the game.

Harry was also very thankful that they were saved!

Although Ron scored so many goals, if Gryffindor won, no one would remember that he...

boom!

A Bludger hit Harry right in the lower back, and he flew off the broom, fortunately only five or six feet off the ground.

Crabbe also grabbed his second Bludger in the game. He and Goyle were completely suppressed by Fred and George in this game, and they played aggrievedly, but it didn't matter because they occupied the top points. But Harry caught the Snitch and ended it all.

Gryffindor won, and this result made the Slytherins feel even more aggrieved, they clearly had an overall advantage.

"How could he do that, the game's over!" Hermione yelled angrily, shaking her fist at Crabbe.

"Fortunately, I missed the point, Mrs. Huo Qi has passed!" Ai Wen also said angrily.

All Gryffindors were as angry as them, and Lee Jordan had already started cursing!

Harry fell from the sky, and he heard Mrs. Hooch's sharp whistle, and there was an uproar in the stands, mixed with boos, jeers, and angry shouts, a thud, followed by Angelina's anxious voice .

"Are you OK?"

"It's all right!" Harry said through gritted teeth, grabbing her hand and letting her pull him up.

"It's the thug, Crabbe!" said Angelina angrily, "he saw you catch the Snitch and he hit you hard with the Bludger, but we won, Harry, we won! Thanks to you, otherwise, I don't even know what to do!"

Chapter 999

Just then Harry heard a sneer behind him, and he turned away, still clutching the Snitch tightly.

Draco Malfoy landed beside him, pale with anger, but with a hint of sarcasm on his lips.

Because of his father's advice, since the beginning of this semester, he has been very restrained and low-key compared to before, trying not to trouble Ivan and Harry, but now he doesn't care, Harry caught the Snitch in front of him, It also pissed him off.

"Saved Weasley's life, didn't he?" he said to Harry, his voice as mean and vicious as ever, "I've never seen such a stinking Keeper, but no wonder, he was born in a dustbin, you Do you like our lyrics, Potter?"

Harry didn't answer, walking away to meet his teammates, who descended one after another, shouting triumphantly and pumping their fists.

Except for Ron, who got off his broom beyond the goalposts and walked slowly back to the dressing room alone.

"We want to write a few more lines!" Malfoy insisted, as Katie and Arya hugged Harry. "We wanted to sing about his mother, but fat and ugly Nice rhyme..."

"Ignore him, he's just sour." Angelina gave Malfoy a disgusted look, "Sour grapes!"

"Useless trash doesn't rhyme well, you know, his dad..."

At this time, Fred and George, who had just fallen down, heard what Malfoy was saying.

The two brothers were shaking Harry's hand, and they froze, looking back at Malfoy.

"Don't pay attention to him!" Angelina hurriedly grabbed Fred's arm and said, she knew Fred too well, she was afraid that he couldn't help it, "Don't pay attention to him, Fred, let him shout, he just lost Jealousy, this uneducated little..."

"You like the Weasleys, don't you, Potter?" Malfoy went on sneering, as if he was about to say bad things about the whole term, "and go on vacation there, don't you? Somehow you can stand the smell Smell, oh, but I guess you were brought up by Muggles, the Weasleys' den smells good!"

Harry grabs George, and Angelina, Alicia, and Katie hold Fred back.

Malfoy laughed wantonly, and Harry turned to Mrs Hooch, but she was still berating Crabbe for fouling the ball.

In the stands, everyone was cheering, but no one paid attention to the conflict that was about to erupt here, and Aiwen and Hermione disappeared.

"Maybe, or maybe..." Malfoy said, squinting as he stepped back, "You remember the smell of your mother's house, the Weasleys' pigsty reminded you of your own home, and their Same, like..."

Harry didn't realize he had let go of George, only that a second later they were both pounced on Malfoy.

He completely forgot that this was still on the field, with all the students in the school and all the teachers watching. He just wanted to make Malfoy hurt as much as possible, let him remember this lesson, and make him pay for what he said .

With no time to draw his wand, Harry swung his fist with the Snitch in his fist and punched Malfoy in the stomach with all his strength.

"Harry! Harry! George! Stop!"

Harry heard girls screaming, Malfoy screaming, George cursing, whistles and shouts from people around him, but he ignored them.

Who knows who used the Impeding Charm, they were separated, but Harry immediately jumped on it again.

Immediately, the Slytherin team also rushed forward, and the entire Quidditch field was set on fire.

"My God, they're fighting!" said Hermione in horror, looking at everything in disbelief.

"Hurry up, let's go!" Ivan said immediately.

The two of them had just stepped down from the stands when they saw the ground in front of them in chaos.

Mrs. Hooch tried to stop it, but it was useless. Harry, Fred, and George seemed to be crazy. Malfoy curled up pitifully on the ground, moaning and screaming. Spotted and scarred.

After a brief shock, the Slytherins were not polite and immediately joined the battle.

Immediately, Harry was roughly pushed down, George's lip was swollen, Fred was still being twisted by three Chasers, and Crabbe was laughing wildly behind him.

None of them were carrying wands, and the rest of the Gryffindor team were all girls, so they didn't have an advantage.

Fred and George held the Asterisk as weapons and fought back hard.

The advantage of the big and thick broom handle of the asterisk is fully reflected, and it is particularly painful to hit someone, but the two brooms are also severely damaged.

Even so, they were no match for the stronger Slytherins, the tables turned.No one cared about Mrs. Hooch anymore. If the professors in the stands arrived, Harry, Fred, and George would be beaten as badly as Malfoy. At this moment, Ivan ran to the edge of the field.

A red light knocked Crabbe who was chasing Harry into the air.

Then, Ivan swung his wand sharply, turned half a circle in the air, and pointed at the Slytherin players on the field.

Following his movements, they suddenly turned into rabbits that had shrunk many times, looking around blankly on the grass.

Only Malfoy remained unchanged, and Harry pinned him down again.

"Well done, Ivan!" Fred kicked Gore's rabbit hard.

He fled to the distance in horror, but his speed was very slow, and his movements were ridiculous.

"I want to let Malfoy learn the lesson, let him know what not to say nonsense."

"Why are you hesitating, hit him hard!"

"Stop, stop, you disgusting idiots!" The professor in the stands rushed, unexpectedly, the first one to arrive was Umbridge, holding the very short Wand, panting over, "How dare you do this, and who used the magic, who transformed them, this is..."

Alvin's wand is pointing directly at her, which is so annoying!

In her capacity, she dared to be directly introduced into this chaotic battle situation, she simply didn't want to die.

With a bang, Umbridge's body turned into a toad, and he jumped forward twice.

Ai Wen kicked her hard and kicked her away, keeping her away from him.

The toad was lifted to George's feet, and he followed Ivan's example and kicked her away forcefully, with a smug smirk on his face.

Then there was Fred, who followed the past and stepped on it.

Umbridge dodged desperately, bouncing up and down, panicked as hell as before.

Even Hermione went up and kicked her, it was so relieved!

The only one who is indifferent to her is Harry. Although he also hates Umbridge, his main target at this time is Malfoy.

It's really a pity, you know, there are not many opportunities to step on Umbridge...

Ivan was hesitating, should he let Harry stop for a while, come over and step on a few feet before talking? !

Chapter 1000 Umbridge's Punishment

They didn't get complacent for too long, and soon, Professor McGonagall and Snape rushed over.

Professor McGonagall just waved her wand and undid Ivan's transfiguration, but I don't know if it was intentional. She didn't untie the spell on Umbridge, but went up and slammed Umbridge like them. Stamped, Dolores fled in a hurry.

Then, with Hermione's reminder, she was surprised to change her back.

"Dolores, I didn't notice it was you!" Professor McGonagall said with a pursed mouth, "I just thought it was a toad."

Umbridge's body was in a state of embarrassment, full of dirt and dust, footprints were all over his green tweed cloak, and his mental state was not very good, after all, he was turned into a toad and trampled over and over under the feet of so many people , kicking around.

Her body trembled uncontrollably, no matter who she was, she couldn't accept such a nightmare.

This is simply a humiliation, the dignified senior deputy minister of the Ministry of Magic, I am afraid that I have never dreamed of such an experience in my life.

She gasped violently, her chest heaved up and down, and she looked at Ivan angrily.

"Evan Mason, you, how dare you do this?!"

"Sorry, professor, I just want to stop them from fighting. You know, this is accidental injury. You just ran in. I haven't been able to fully master this magic yet. This Transfiguration is too difficult for a fourth-grade student to master. "

"Yes, this is a level that can only be mastered by students on NEwTs." Professor McGonagall agreed, "It is not easy for Ivan to be able to do this now. Although it is out of date, I still have to praise his performance Ten points to Gryffindor, as the school's Transfiguration professor, I'm proud to have a younger student master this magic."