76. Playing On The Field, Fighting Off The Field, The Most Lively Quidditch Match In History

Although Gryffindor had also prepared a cheering banner, it looked rather shabby.

Seamus, the explosive genius, contributed an old bed sheet and painted it into a huge banner that said "Potter must win," and also drew a little lion.

Then Hermione helped add magic to make the characters on the banner shine in different colors.

Other houses just used magic fireworks to form a few letters, and then they disappeared in a flash.

Unlike the Slytherin side, where various gorgeous banners were spliced together with the names of the team members, the iconic snake eye resembled something majestic that had come alive.

In terms of cheering, Gryffindor lost miserably this time in comparison.

"Hermione, what does this have to do with money?" Ronald asked with confusion.

Hermione curled her lips and helplessly told the truth:

"Wayne sold these things to Slytherin."

"What?!" Ronald's voice rose in surprise. "Why would Wayne want to help Slytherin?"

"I can understand if the opponent is Ravenclaw, after all, Cho Chang is on their team, but that's Slytherin!"

Hermione clenched her fists.

Since the troll incident, she and Ronald had become friends, but no matter the time, Ronald's negative comments could easily break through her defenses.

It's truly Gale who whispers, silences and hits hard.

Many people overheard Hermione and Ronald's conversation and immediately showed angry expressions.

Hermione quickly explained, "Slytherin bought this from the Celia shop. It cost hundreds of galleons. It wasn't free help."

"If you have money, you can buy it. Wayne isn't targeting anyone. He wants everyone's galleons."

Hermione felt a tightness in her chest.

After hearing such a high price, the little lions were speechless.

A few hundred galleons... Such a large sum of money. If they could afford it, they would have sold it to Slytherin too, right?

Hermione took it all in and watched with cold eyes.

She suddenly remembered Wayne's assessment of Gryffindor and felt that it was extremely accurate.

Blindly obedient, radical, and too easily influenced and swayed.

If Professor McGonagall hadn't been the Head of Gryffindor and Dumbledore wasn't a Gryffindor, she would have regretted her choice.

The Slytherin side opposite them turned into a sea of joy, and Malfoy was as happy as a grinning ferret.

He had made a lot of money from those hundreds of galleons.

Do those poor lions have that kind of money?

Looking at the ball in his hand, Malfoy became even more excited. When the game begins, he will have an even bigger surprise for Potter.

Time is up.

Players from both teams walked out of the locker rooms, through the tunnel, and entered the crowded stadium.

Wayne's heart also swelled.

This is the charm of sports events. It's hard not to be caught up in the fanatical atmosphere at the scene.

As a referee, Ms. Hooch also wore windproof glasses.

Standing in the middle of the court, she issued a warning: "I hope everyone will play fairly and pay attention to their fouls."

Marcus Flint smiled nonchalantly.

*beep!*

Ms. Hooch blew the silver whistle, and players from both teams soared into the sky, cheering even more enthusiastically.

*boom!*

Another large cloud of smoke exploded, and the whole place erupted in laughter. Harry unconsciously glanced over and saw the words "Potter stinky shit" squirming in the Slytherin stands, eventually forming Harry's tearful expression.

Malfoy smiled happily beneath the words. When he saw Harry looking over, he grinned widely and made a motion of slitting his throat.

In the Hufflepuff stands, Cedric twitched the corner of his mouth and nudged Wayne.

"Don't you have a good relationship with Potter?"

Wayne nodded. "We're pretty good friends, so he won't mind me making some money off of him, right?"

"At worst, I'll give him a few sickles."

"How much did Malfoy bet?"

"Twenty galleons."

Cedric was completely convinced.

Fortunately, Gryffindor wasn't defenseless; they also had the best eighth player off the court.

Lee Jordan, a commentator, sarcastically remarked:

"We've all witnessed the Slytherins' fear of Potter and how they have to resort to dirty tricks like this off the court..."

"Jordan!" Professor McGonagall disapprovingly reminded from the side.

"Oh, alright, who gave us an overly impartial dean? Let's get back to the game itself."

"Alia Spinnett takes the ball. She's a talent spotted by Wood's keen eye. Oh, look at how stunning her blonde hair is..."

"Jordan!" Professor McGonagall said angrily. "This is a Quidditch match, not a beauty pageant!"

"Talk about the game, not the girls!"

Professor McGonagall is the most enthusiastic Quidditch fan, and she dislikes others discussing irrelevant topics during the match.

After being warned twice in a row, Lee Jordan calmed down and dutifully explained the game, but he still subconsciously favored Gryffindor.

Only then did Wayne notice that all three Gryffindor Chasers were fearless women.

Slytherin's beaters were true advocates for equal rights and showed no mercy at all.

He picked up his broomstick and hit the Quaffle towards Katie Bell with all his might.

There's nothing good about Slytherin's beaters.

"Oh! Angelina! The ball's in! Gryffindor scores!"The cheers of the young lions echoed through the cold air as several little wizards used their wands to send fireworks soaring into the sky in celebration. Marcus Flint, wearing a sullen expression, flew over to the rest of his team members and muttered something. From that point on, the game took a turn for the worse, becoming extremely brutal. Slytherin, leveraging their physical advantage, started aggressively hitting both the ball and their opponents, resulting in the score quickly tilting to thirty to one. "This is downright dirty," Wayne commented.

Cedric nodded in agreement.

"It depends on Potter. If he can get the Golden Snitch before others are knocked unconscious, Gryffindor can still win."

In the field, Harry was also aware of this problem. He kept raising his height, trying to get a wider field of view to find the Golden Snitch.

Just after he dodged a Bludger, something unexpected happened. His broomstick suddenly shook horribly, and Harry almost fell off.

What followed was a series of dangerous moves, as if the broom was trying to throw him off.

There were exclamations of surprise from the stands because they saw Harry rolling around like a sloth, with all four limbs hugging the broom.

"What's going on?" Ronald was worried.

Hermione snatched Hagrid's telescope away, not looking at Harry, but looking for something in the stands opposite.

"What are you looking at?" Ronald asked.

"It's Snape. He's doing something." Hermione handed Ronald the telescope, and Ronald looked over.

Sure enough, he saw Snape in the stands opposite, eyes fixed on Harry and mumbling something.

"What should we do?" Ronald was a little confused when something happened.

"Don't worry about it, just look at me."

After Hermione finished speaking, she disappeared. She struggled to squeeze through the crowd and moved towards the opposite side as quickly as possible.

"Hermione!" Wayne saw the little witch and pulled her out of the crowd.

"Wayne." The little witch said anxiously, "Help me, Snape is casting a spell on Harry's broom."

Hermione said without thinking when she saw Wayne. This is also a sign of her trust in Wayne.

Wayne glanced at it, but what he saw was not Snape but Quirell.

"Don't be impatient yet."

Wayne comforted Hermione, but the situation on the field for Gryffindor was not optimistic.

In order to ensure that Harry would not fall to his death, the twins wanted to follow him, but they were thrown away every time they got close.

Without containment, other Slytherin players became more unscrupulous, and Wood was already bruised and bruised.

As soon as Wayne rolled his eyes, Hufflepuff's stand was close to Slytherin.

He was at the very edge again, separated by a few people were the Slytherin people, and then there was the teacher's desk.

He suddenly slapped his thigh and said angrily:

"Dirty! So dirty! Is Slytherin playing ball or hitting someone?"

"Lawrence, what are you talking about?"

The little Slytherin wizard looked at him displeased.

"Aren't you allowed to talk about the dirty beating?" Wayne challenged. "Your troll captain almost put the stick into Wood's mouth."

Many little badgers nodded in agreement.

No one wants to play Quidditch with a Slytherin. They will do whatever it takes to win.

"This is a game with Gryffindors, it's none of your business."

"Idiot! The Academy Cup is not a single-game format. Every point is crucial. Why do you care about me?" Hufflepuff's little badgers continued to nod.

Another Slytherin couldn't help but say, "You damn Mudblood..." "Parkinson, watch your mouth!" Cedric stood up abruptly and rushed to Parkinson.

"Wayne is my friend!" Robert Parkinson, a fifth-year prefect in Slytherin and Pansy Parkinson's brother. "Cedric, Marcus will teach you a lesson during the game." Parkinson pushed Cedric away while glaring at him.

He wanted to say something, but a huge fist hit him in the face. "You bully Harry Potter on the court, and you dare to hit Cedric off the court. Do you think there is no one in our Badger Yard?" Parkinson's nose began to bleed, his face twisting horribly as the bridge of his nose seemed broken from the hit.

"Wayne," Cedric tried to explain that he was merely pushed, not beaten. But Wayne had already taken action, making it impossible for him to speak up for Parkinson.

"You mudblood! How dare you hit me? Do you know who my dad is?!" Parkinson held his nose, tears streaming down his face from the pain.

"You don't even know who your father is, go back and ask your mother!" Wayne replied, slapping Parkinson once again. This stirred up a fight among them. The other little Slytherin snakes rushed to help Parkinson, and Cedric and the other little badgers couldn't just stand there and watch. They joined the fray, resulting in a sudden group fight.

Hermione was stunned.

"Didn't you say to save Harry?"

"Why did the fight suddenly start?"

Boom!

Wayne punched again and broke another student's nose. Jordan quickly noticed the situation and raised his voice.

"What happened?"

"The kind Hufflepuff suddenly got into a fight with the dirty Slytherin!"

"Oh! Nice left hook!"

"Lawrence knocked down another one! He is a god! He is the God of War!"

"No one can stop him! Fighting is so exciting!"

Jordan was so excited that he almost jumped up and cheered loudly for Hufflepuff, while Professor McGonagall almost passed out from anger.

"Stop! Stop it, what are you doing!"

No one listened to her because they were all slapped on the head.

Screams continued to come from the stands of the two colleges. Even the players on the Quidditch field were dumbfounded and suspended in mid-air, forgetting they were still playing.

Hufflepuff has the advantage, if not for any other reason than because they have more people!

The Slytherin students are less than two-thirds the number of Hufflepuff students, and almost every boy has to face beatings from two Hufflepuff boys.

Plus Wayne, he is like a god of war as Lee said.

Fighting all the way from south to north, specifically hitting the bridge of the nose, and then adding a kick to ensure combat effectiveness.

Soon he went deep into the enemy camp and approached the teachers' stand.

Boom!

Wayne had gone crazy, and Crabbe stopped him.

Before he could figure out what was going on, he was knocked unconscious by the brick Wayne had turned into with his magic wand.

Seeing such a ferocious Wayne, Malfoy's legs were shaking, "You, you have beaten Crabbe, so you can't beat me!"

"Lawrence, I didn't scold you."

"Of course, Malfoy, you are my friend." Wayne smiled brightly, his white teeth shining in the sun.

"Lend it to your follower."

After saying that, without waiting for Malfoy to agree, he picked up the unconscious Crabbe and threw him toward the stands.

"Ouch!"

Quirrell, who was concentrating on chanting a spell, was knocked upside down and his turban almost fell off. He quickly cast a spell to straighten the turban.

Harry, who had been struggling with the broom, finally returned to normal and saw the Golden Snitch!

Snape also breathed a sigh of relief, then frowned and turned his head to the side.

Why is it so noisy?

"Stop! Stop it all!"

"All petrified!"

"All petrified!"

Panting, McGonagall finally arrived at the scene of the battle. She shouted a few times, but when she saw that no one listened, she had no choice but to use magic.

Snape also helped sullenly.

All the boys in their college were beaten to the ground!

"Potter! He's swooping!"

"Wayne! He picked up the brick! Oh, that's Snape in front of him!"

"What a pity, why not smash it?!"

Lee Jordan tried his best to explain, his eyes were about to pop out, and he was unwilling to let go of either side.

Harry rolled and landed on the ground as if he were vomiting, and something fell out of his mouth. It was the Golden Snitch.

Grandstand.

Wayne knocked Parkinson unconscious with a brick, causing his head to bleed, and he raised his hands with a smile.

Click!

A Ravenclaw with a camera captured this world-famous moment.

The whole place was silent...