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Both sides came to the center of the court.
"Diggory, Wood, handshake!" Madam Hooch said crisply, and Cedric walked up and shook hands with Wood.
"Get on your broom and listen to my whistle. Three... two... one..."
Kyle only felt a whistling sound.
The Firebolt was faster than any other broom and flew out in the blink of an eye. Cedric followed closely behind. The two of them circled over the field and began to squint their eyes to look for the Golden Snitch.
The commentator's voice could also be heard from the stands.
"The game has begun. The biggest attraction of this game is the Firebolt that Harry Potter rides. The Flying Broomstick Encyclopedia says that the Firebolt is the national team's first choice of broomstick in this year's World Cup..."
"Jordan, can you tell us about the game?" Professor McGonagall interrupted.
"No problem, Professor. Just a little background information. By the way, the Firebolt has a built-in braking device that allows it to accelerate faster..."
"Jordan!"
"Okay, okay, now it's Hufflepuff's turn to control the ball. This move is so familiar... Harris must have taught Kyle his ball-grabbing technique... He's ready to shoot... Can Wood..."
"Oh...Wood missed the ball, Hufflepuff scores!"
Harry waved his arms in the air in frustration and looked more carefully for the whereabouts of the Golden Snitch, but when he turned around, he found that Cedric was following closely behind him.
Whenever he tried to change direction, the opponent would overtake him and force him to change direction.
Harry had the feeling that Cedric wasn't concerned about the Snitch, but was just trying to bother him.
"Show him your acceleration, Harry!" Fred shouted as he aimed a Bludger at Kyle.
Kyle had just snatched the Quaffle from Angelina with a nimble somersault, and it was now speeding towards the Gryffindor goalpost.
Facing the Bludger thrown by Fred, he had no intention of dodging it.
The next second, Mikel flew over from the side, swung his arm and hit the Bludger away.
"Just keep moving forward!" Will flew over from the other side and blocked the second Bludger.
"...Leave the rest to us!"
With their help, Kyle successfully reached the goal post, then raised his hand and threw the ball... not into the goal, but to Grace on the right.
"Diagonal pass...Kyle's most commonly used fake move!"
Jordan exclaimed, "But it works... Wood's attention is on Kyle, Grace is scoring... She's a new Chaser on the Hufflepuff team this year... What a charming girl!"
Wood stared at Kyle, breathing heavily, looking like an angry bull.
Kyle shrugged, high-fived Grace, and returned to the center of the court.
Less than five minutes into the game, the score was 20-0 and Gryffindor was immediately at a disadvantage.
In the stands, the cheers of Hufflepuff almost drowned out Lee Jordan's commentary.
"Fred, George, what are you doing!" Wood screamed, "Knock him off the broom!"
"We... have been doing this!" Fred shouted as he tried his best to hit the Bludger towards Kyle, "But it seems that the two Beaters on their team have settled next to Kyle... Damn, they are blocked again!"
At this moment on the court, Kyle was not the only one who had someone making his home around him, Harry was the same.
Harry felt that Cedric was almost sticking to him and he couldn't get rid of him no matter how hard he tried, because he couldn't keep speeding up and would have to stop to look for the Golden Snitch.
Every time this happened, Cedric would catch up from behind and continue to interfere with him.
Once he saw it, a golden light flapping its little wings, flying behind Angelina Johnson's ears... But when he was about to speed over, Cedric blocked his view.
Although he decisively went around from another direction, the thief disappeared in these critical seconds.
"Harry, this is not the time to be nice."
Wood, who had also spotted the Snitch, shouted, "Knock him off his broom if you have to!"
……
(End of this chapter)
Chapter 407 Four Protecting One
Harry turned to look at Cedric, who had obviously heard this as well.
"Wood is right..." Cedric smiled, "Come on."
For a moment, Harry thought Wood must be beside himself with rage.
The Seekers of other teams are relatively smaller and more agile, with Hufflepuff being the only exception.
Cedric is a tall and strong man, and if he really bumped into someone, who knows who would fall off the broom.
Harry swung the Firebolt upwards and soon they were higher up the pitch.
The competition has now entered a white-hot stage...
"Hufflepuff leads 90 to 10... Potter seems to be in some trouble... Oh, the Firebolt is flying, look at its turn... Diggory's Nimbus 1700 can't compare with it at all. The Firebolt's precise balance ability is especially reflected in the long-term..."
"Jordan! Did the Firebolt pay you to do advertising? Hurry up and commentate on the game!"
"Okay Professor..."
No one cares anymore about what happens in the stands.
When Kyle threw the Quaffle into the goal again, George frowned slightly, said something to Fred, and then tentatively hit the Bludger in Cedric's direction.
At the same time, Fred also set his sights on another Chaser.
However, the Hufflepuff Beaters just raised their eyes and had no intention of helping. Even though the two Bludgers flew away, they still followed Kyle closely.
Cedric spun in the air and dodged the Bludger, but the other Chaser was not so lucky and was hit on the arm. He grimaced in pain, but fortunately he did not fall.
"Don't target Kyle anymore, it's useless!" Fred shouted immediately, "He's protected like an iron barrel, there's no chance!"
"Then target the others!" George said, "When he's the only one left, we can still catch up with the score!"
The two of them hit the Bludger directly at Grace, but she dodged it flexibly.
They had been training to dodge Bludgers for a month, just for this moment.
After being reminded by Fred and George, Gryffindor also discovered Hufflepuff's purpose... Four guarantees and one, except for the seeker and the goalkeeper, everyone else was trying to clear the way for Kyle.
The three Chasers rushed over collectively, trying to stop Kyle.
But before they could get any closer, they found the path in front of them blocked by the Hufflepuff players.
Not enough Chasers? No problem, there are Beaters to fill in... The meaning is also very clear, just come and hit them however you want, at worst we will all be eliminated...
"This style of fighting is so rogue, who on earth came up with it!" Angelina's face turned red with anger.
She certainly couldn't go out with the Hufflepuff players. Without their obstruction, Kyle would be able to score more smoothly.
In the moment he was distracted, Kyle had already flown past, used a fake move to trick Wood away, and threw the Quaffle into the goal post.
"100 to 10!"
Jordan shouted, his attention moving away from the Firebolt for the first time.
"Hufflepuff made a way for Kyle and nothing could stop him from scoring, no one!
The speed of the Light Cycle 2000 was brought to the extreme, with clean and swift ball grabs and agile flying skills... He was like a fire dragon breaking into a sheepfold, a scoring machine!
The score is getting bigger and bigger...Can the Firebolt turn the tide...Time is running out for Potter."
Listening to the voice on the commentary desk, Harry became more and more anxious.
But he couldn't get rid of Cedric.
Harry tried various methods, but the other party seemed to have completely treated him as the Golden Snitch and always kept biting him.
There was no other way. In order to get rid of Cedric's interference, Harry could only speed up continuously, looking around for the golden light while flying.
Although it is difficult to focus all your attention on finding the thief, it is much better than having your view blocked by others all the time.
There was another round of exclamations from the stands...
"Another goal?" Harry thought to himself and raised his head subconsciously.
Wait...that's not right!
He saw that the Quaffle was still in Katie's hand, and Cedric, who had been following him, suddenly began to dive towards the ground.
"Did he see the Snitch?!"
Harry didn't have time to think about it, so he turned his broom around and chased after him. Cedric suddenly stopped diving, but he couldn't stop and kept falling.
Harry's face flushed red as he came to a stop less than a foot from the ground.
He was actually fooled by a Wronski fake move, and he had used the same trick just a few minutes ago.
"it's a pity……"
Cedric sighed. This distance was his limit. If he went any further, he might not be able to stop.
But I finally bought some time.
He had indeed seen the Golden Snitch just now, but it was in the opposite direction, above Harry's head...but he was flying too fast to notice it.
A few seconds later, the ashamed and angry Harry rose up again like a bullet.
At this time, two Bludgers flew towards Cedric, one on the left and one on the right, passing between him and Harry.
Fred and George had always thought that Harry, with the Firebolt in his hand, could easily deal with Cedric, but now it seemed that this was not the case.
Wood was still thinking about scoring points before the game, but he was dreaming!
If they let Cedric drag them on any longer, they might really lose.
And with their help, Harry was completely liberated.
Cedric was so busy that he finally managed to concentrate on finding the whereabouts of the Golden Snitch.
Then he saw it...near the Slytherin stand, the glittering golden snitch.
Harry began to speed up. This time, no one could stop him. He was about to win. The Snitch was about to be caught. At this moment...
"Oh!" George shouted, pointing down.
Harry was distracted and looked down.