Chapter 544

And the Headmaster was blinking at him from the Quidditch match stands; beside him were Professor Sineipu with a gloomy face and Professor Marcus Maige, whose expression was also not good.

"The Slytherin team's broomsticks are better than ours; this is undeniable.

But the people on our broomsticks are better than them. We train harder than them and have flown in all kinds of weather environments—"

At the entrance of the locker room, Wood's voice was loud enough for Xiang Xien and the others to hear.

"—we are going to make them regret letting that little villain Ma Er spend money to mix into their team!"

Wood was so excited that his chest heaved; he turned to Harry.

"Harry, you are the top priority! You must let Ma Er know that as a Seeker, relying on a rich father alone is not enough.

Either catch the Golden Snitch before Ma Er, or die on the field, Harry, because we must win today, we must win."

"He let Harry die on the field?!"

Luo En was dumbfounded.

"Just an expression."

Xiang Hemin also frowned.

Only Xiang Xien silently looked at his wand; he recalled that Dobby seemed to be making a move in this game.

If the basilisk had already been solved, and Dobby had caused Harry to be miserable instead of saving him...

That would be a very classic Scottish cold joke.

In the stands, the noisy sound was wave after wave, because Ravenclaw and Hufflepuff both hoped to see Slytherin defeated, but at the same time, one could hear the boos and jeers of the Slytherins in the crowd.

Referee Madam Hooch asked Flint and Wood to shake hands; they glared at each other with threatening eyes and gripped each other's hands unnecessarily tightly.

"Xiang Xien? What are you looking at?"

It started to rain, and Jia Siting's umbrella came faster than the rain.

Lee Jordan's passionate commentary voice spread throughout the stadium under the effect of the Sonorus charm, and Jia Siting, holding binoculars, soon understood something.

"Slytherin team leads, sixty to zero! I have to say, today's Bludger is truly violent; it must have sensed my depressed mood, why does Angelina never respond—"

"Jordan! I remind you—"

Professor Marcus Maige shouted angrily.

"Sorry, Professor. Look! The Bludger almost knocked off Harry's head!"

Lee Jordan shouted.

"What's going on?"

On the field, Wood asked loudly; at this time, several members of the Gryffindor team had gathered together, and the Slytherins in the crowd burst into jeers,

"We were defeated. Fred, George, where were you when that Bludger stopped Angelina from scoring?"

"We were twenty feet above her, stopping another Bludger from killing Harry, Wood.

Someone messed with that ball—it wouldn't let Harry go; throughout the game, it didn't chase anyone else at all. The Slytherin team must have done something to it."

George said angrily.

"Listen. You two fly around me every moment, I have no hope of catching the Golden Snitch unless it crawls into my sleeve by itself.

You'd better go back to the other team members and let me deal with that out-of-control ball myself."

Harry said. Madam Hooch gestured as if to investigate the situation.

"Don't be stupid, it will knock your head off."

Fred said.

"If we stop now, we will be disqualified!"

Harry shouted stubbornly; his hair was completely soaked by the heavy rain and was now sticking to his scalp.

"This is all your fault, 'Either catch the Golden Snitch, or die on the field.'—you really lost your mind, saying this kind of thing to him!"

George was extremely angry, even elbowing Wood.

"Is there any problem?"

Madam Hooch's voice came over.

"Fred, George, you both heard what Harry said—don't worry about him, let him deal with that Bludger himself—"

Wood's hand was tightly gripped with Harry's; he looked at Harry's determined face,

"We have no problem!"

While they were gathering, Slytherin scored another goal, and the stands became even more boiling.

"That Bludger definitely has a problem!"

Xiang Hemin was wearing a raincoat; she said urgently.

"Is Harry really going to die on the field?"

Luo En was stunned.

"Nothing will happen."

A calm voice came.

On the Quidditch field,

Now the rain was falling even harder, and the raindrops were hitting Harry's glasses, making a pattering sound.

"Are you practicing ballet, Potter?"

When Harry had to spin foolishly in the air to avoid the Bludger, Ma Er shouted loudly.

Harry escaped quickly; when he looked back, he was almost terrified—the Bludger was only a few feet away from him!

But just as it was about to hit him, the Bludger stopped, as if there was an invisible force preventing its attack.

He subconsciously cast his gaze towards the stands; in the rain curtain, that reassuring figure had already raised his wand.

"Xiang Xien!"

He shouted in surprise and turned his direction.

"What?"

The sneering Ma Er's eyes widened in horror after seeing Harry turn his direction: Harry was facing him, and he thought Harry was going to hit him.

And in the stands.

Xiang Xien had some realizations.

His method of controlling the Quidditch ball was very simple; when the Quidditch ball was about to hit Harry, he cast an Impediment Jinx.

Dobby had been trying to compete with him for control of the ball, but the master-level Impediment Jinx was no worse than a house-elf's magic.

"What happened to the Bludger?"

Xiang Hemin let out a long sigh of relief, looking at Xiang Xien who was casting spells silently; her target had increased by one.

"I guess it was a... misunderstanding."

Jia Siting said with a smile.

"What misunderstanding?"

Luo En felt that Hogwarts was shrouded in a fog again.

On the field, Harry was racing against time with Ma Er;

And off the field, Xiang Xien was snatching control of the Bludger from Dobby.

When he temporarily put down the Impediment Jinx and used his own will to control the Bludger, he could clearly feel something producing resistance against himself.

At first, Xiang Xien was at a disadvantage, but soon, his will pressed over.

At this moment, he realized the description on the panel—you possess an arrogant will.