Li Qiaodan's voice became louder and louder, and everyone stood up and cheered.

"The Ghost Flying Ball Successfully She scored! Ten to zero, Gryffindor led!

Regardless of winning or losing, Angelina, the handsome girl, I will wash your underwear this month!"

William stood up and applauded. He had never seen such a wonderful Quidditch game. The two teams showed extremely high tactical qualities from the beginning.

In Quidditch games, the players can indeed play a huge role. After all, as long as you catch the Golden Snitch, you will have 150 points and can end the game.

But this sport is not a lone hero.

This is a team game, where batsmen will control their wandering and interfere with the seekers.

Quidditch has more than 700 foul methods in the game, and it is not so easy to find a player, so he just catches the Golden Snitch.

Similarly, one hundred and fifty points may seem like a lot, but a game sometimes lasts for several months, and even this Quidditch World Cup final was held for five days and five nights.

At this time, 150 points seemed less prominent, and the main scoring method was entirely based on teamwork and the goal chasers.

William pressed the telescope tightly in front of his eyes.

At this time, Hufflepuff scored another goal and pulled the score back.

"The formation has changed, the eagle head attacks the formation, a beautiful transformation, flowing water."

Lee Jordan also showed enough tactical qualities, and he explained the formation used by Gryffindor at this time with knowledge.

William could see three Gryffindor chasers flying close to each other, and the three of them approached Hufflepuff's players.

Then, Angelina pretended to rush up with the ghost flying ball, led the chase ball away, and threw the ball to Neymar.

One of Hufflepuff's batsmen, Volco, used the short stick in his hand to knock the ball over the roaming ball and hit Neymar; Neymar shrank down, dodged the roaming ball, threw out the ghost flying ball, Angelina, who was hovering below, caught the ball with her hand

"Angelina scored again!" Li Jordan shouted in a loud voice, and the audience cheered and cheered, which made Quidditch tremble.

Qiu jumped up and down excitedly, waving his arms constantly.

Soon, the game went on forty minutes, but the scores of both sides were still biting tightly.

Hager shouted excitedly: "This is definitely the most exciting final in recent years.

Unlike in previous years, Slytherin students always liked to use foul tactics to break the game.”

Slytherin is good at using fouls, which is why they have won the championship many times.

Hufflepuff and Gryffindor both had to be much cleaner, at least there was no iron elbow or intentionally hitting people.

Suddenly, a loud phoenix chirping sounded over Hogwarts Castle.

A silver big guy broke out of the window, and it floated to the ground, raising its proud head.

This is a phoenix, and the silver phoenix is ​​Dumbledore's patron saint.

The phoenix has an elegant posture, shining and lands lightly in the middle of the field.

The patron saint opened his mouth wide and spoke in Dumbledore's loud, thick and slow voice.

"The finals were suspended, and everyone, under the protection of the professor, immediately returned to their respective public lounges."

The phoenix disappeared, as if it had never appeared.

Professor McGonagall was stunned and glanced back at the castle.

Dumbledore rarely uses the patron saint to deliver oral messages unless a particular emergency occurs.

Without thinking too much, McGonagall jumped up and showed her agile skills that were not her age. She appeared on the hosting stage and took away the microphone from Lee Jordan's hand.

"The heads of each college organize the order of students, don't panic, and return to the public lounge in turn!"

Many people didn't realize what was going on, but Professor McGonagall's words were still echoing on the court, and the predecessors began to get up, and teachers in various subjects were maintaining order.

The crowd was filled with dissatisfied booing and shouting, and they were unwilling to miss such a wonderful Quidditch final.

Oliver Wood looked dejected, and landed on the ground and ran towards Professor McGonagall without falling off the broom.

"But professor!" he shouted, "we must play... Quidditch Cup... Gryffindor... we're about to win!"

At this time, the two sides were only twenty points apart, and he really dared to say it.

Professor McGonagall ignored him and continued to shout with the microphone: "All students must return to the common room of the college, where the head of the college will tell you more. Please leave as soon as possible!"

Everyone mumbled, crowded towards the castle, some muttered and complained that the game had been cancelled, while others looked very nervous.

Everyone was discussing what happened, so serious that even the Quidditch final was cancelled.

Marietta joked that the Death Eater had appeared.

Bralit believes that the final exam was burned.

Many young wizards agree or look forward to this result, as if they don’t need to take the exam.

When he was about to arrive at the Ravenclaw common room, Professor Flevy suddenly appeared behind the crowd.

"Mr. Stark, I have something to ask you, come with me."

William had a bad premonition and signaled Qiu with innocent eyes, indicating that he didn't know what was going on.

William really didn't know, but he suspected that he had entered the secret passage yesterday and the matter was revealed.

William followed Professor Flevy out of the crowd and climbed the marble stairs, but this time they were not taken to anyone's office, but went to the school hospital.

"Listen to William, you may be a little shocked."

As they approached the hospital, Professor Flevy said in a serious voice, "There has just been a death..."

William's heartbeat seemed to be a beat slower. He thought for a while and his friends were all at Quidditch Stadium. It shouldn't be his good friend who died.

Professor Flevy said in an extremely sad tone: "It's Robert Hilliard, the chief."

"How is this possible?" William paused for a moment and said in disbelief: "Two hours ago, I ran into him at the door of the lounge."

"Yes." Professor Flevy said sadly: "The attack happened during the finals, and he was killed by someone with...black magic."

"Who did it?"

"The investigation has not been made yet," said Professor Flevy: "We found a bottle of life and death water in his hands.

Mrs. Pomfrey said it was you who made the potion before, you asked her for the key points of making it.”

"Yes, it's true." William quickly repeated the morning conversation between the two.

"So have you noticed other abnormalities?"

William thought carefully again and shook his head: "No, professor."

Professor Flevy sighed, as if the final clue had also been cut off.

Dumbledore walked in, his face serious, and Professor Fleevy shook his head at him.

Dumbledore was about to say something, but suddenly there was a staggering footsteps in the corridor.

Felch rushed over, gasping for breath, and stuttered: "Principal, go quickly... go quickly... Professor Tywin... he..."

"Dead."

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