Harry Potter and the Secret Treasures

Things are starting to change on the field and the Slytherins are gaining ground.

“Slytherins get Ghostfly, Slytherins attack, Montague score!” Jordy Lee groaned, "Oh, no! Seventy to twenty, Gryffindor is temporarily in the lead, but the situation is not good, and if you can't deal with it, I'm afraid..."

“Damn Slytherin, vile Malfoy!” Ron waved his arm and shouted outrageously, "If Griffindor loses the game, I won't let Malfoy go, I swear I will...”

Hardly, Hermione did not stop Ron from cursing Malfoys.

At this point, she was staring nervously at the altitude and holding Ivan's arm with both hands.

Ivan didn't remind her that he knew Hermione must be very nervous, because he was equally nervous and focused all his attention on Harry's figure at height.

Right above the crowd, Harry and Malfoy intertwined,

The broomstick and knee are often touched by two people who refuse to back off.

Harry seemed determined to stop Malfoy no matter what.

“Out of the way, Potter!” Malfoy had no choice but to scream because he wanted to turn and found Harry blocking his way.

Harry didn't talk, Malfoy just grabbed the tail of the crossbow and made him very angry.

He now decides to separate himself from Malfoy and engage in a direct physical confrontation.

This move went far beyond Malfoy's expectations and kept him out of step.

You know, in Quidditch matches, players rarely come into physical contact with other players, not to mention high-intensity rivalries like they do now.

The only requirement for a team to find a player is to have the fastest speed and skilled broomstick control skills, and in order to maintain speed, the player must deliberately lose weight.

No wonder Malfoy doesn't adapt to collisions and stops like Harry, which are now unprecedented in formal games.

Even Harry himself was very thin, but he was able to bite his teeth and insist, from that point of view, he was much stronger than the weak Malfoy.

Not surprisingly, Malfoy quickly defeated after several high-intensity collisions, and he panicked, quickly lowered altitude, and sought help from other team members.

But no one could help him, and just a second before Malfoy dropped rapidly, Angelina grabbed the ball again.

On the field, all Slytherin's players, except Malfoy, including even the goalie guards, were rushing towards Angelina at an accelerated pace, and they were ready to block her, but it looked more like they were taking advantage of the opportunity to get rid of her completely.

Malfoy dropped rapidly, and Harry was chasing behind him, all at the fastest possible speed.

Two men, like two falling meteors, rushed forward and backward into the Slytherins.

To escape Malfoy and Harry, Slytherins spread out, Malfoy collided with Derek, who couldn't escape, and the two rolled to the ground together.

Everything happened so quickly that no one knew exactly what happened.

Slytherins were all stuck, unbelievably watching what was happening in front of them, and all they saw was Malfoy attacking his team.

Harry pulled the crossbow at a critical moment, bypassing the obstacles in front of him.

Because of him and Malfoy, the Slytherin encircled formation was disrupted and the road ahead of Angelina was cleared.

“She scored! She scored! Gryffindor is 80 to 20!” Jordy Lee shouted excitedly.

Meanwhile, Harry, who had just returned to the center of the stadium, spotted a golden thief just a few feet from the lawn, flashing a golden light.

Malfoy, who had just fallen from the air, was very close to it, but he had yet to find that he and Derek were accusing each other.

Harry pulled the crossbow down, everyone noticed his movements, and then found the golden thief floating above the lawn.

Slytherins quickly reminded Malfoy that he was stunned and flashed with greed and ecstasy and that he was now much closer to the golden thief than Harry.

He also began to accelerate, Malfoy had never felt so close to victory as he was now.

He is Slytherin's hero as long as he can catch the Golden Thief before Harry, he is the best...

The noisy Quidditch site was instantly silent and everyone was staring at Harry and Malfoy.

Ivan noticed Harry's feet pushing backwards and pressing the crossbow, and he gradually caught up with Malfoy.

Bor shoots at him and swims, and Hallivo dodges over the broomstick.

He was fast enough to see only one phantom, and he had reached Malfoy's ankle, again parallel to each other.

At the last minute, Harry pounded forward and left the broomstick with both hands. It's like a propaganda animation by Ivan and Sirius, and Harry jumps forward like a lion, leaves the broomstick, and he hits Malfoy's arm off, and...

He stopped pounding, held his hand up, and the observation deck exploded.

Harry flew over the crowd, with a strange noise in his ear.

He held onto the golden ball, which beat its wings in his finger seams hopelessly.

Win!!!

Gryffindor won the game!!!

Ivan followed everyone to the center of the field, and the entire Gryffindor team hugged each other and flew down.

Everyone cried out because of the excitement.

“We won the trophy! We won the trophy!” Around, the thrills and screams are constantly echoed, and everyone's voice is mute.

Malfoy watched Harry with resentment for a while before leaving behind the Slytherins, and the entire Quidditch site became an entirely orange sea.

Today is doomed to be a Gryffindor festival, with the red crowd surfing through the boards to the stadium and countless rainfall spots falling on the team.

Ivan didn't come forward and hug them like everyone else, he stopped at the edge of the field, and Sirius stood there alone, his face filled with comfort.

“The game was more exciting than any game I could imagine, Harry played well, he was a great player and better than his dad!” Sirius whispered to Ivan that he wiped his eyes with his back and sounded a little dull, "Yes, that's right, Harry grew up and James should be able to rest assured...”

Despite his great restraint, tears could not bear to flow out.

To be honest, Ivan had never seen Sirius cry like this before, even when he grabbed Peter the dwarf and explained to Harry the truth about what happened back then. In Ivan's impression, he thought a brave wizard like Sirius would never cry.

Because he was fearless, after his trusted friend betrayed him and his only best friend died because of him, nothing would ever touch his heart again.

Even in tears, in Azkaban for 13 years, he should have dried up!

But today Sirius cried out, like all the other wizards excited about winning the Quidditch Trophy.

For a moment, Ivan felt the loneliness and comfort of Sirius, and he had a feeling that as Harry grew up, the old hero was slowly ageing.

Ivan doesn't know how to persuade Sirius, maybe Harry's performance today can break his heart and get him out of endless self-blame...