Chapter 76

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Although Gryffindor 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 grades just used magic fireworks to form a few letters, which then disappeared in a flash. Unlike the Slytherin side, where various gorgeous banners were spliced into the names of the team members, the iconic eye python was as majestic as if it had come alive.

I'm afraid when it comes to comparison in everything, at least in cheering, Gryffindor lost miserably this time.

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

Hermione curled her lips and told the truth helplessly: "Wayne sold these things to Slytherin."

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

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

Hermione clenched her fists. After the last troll incident, she and Ronald had become friends. But no matter what time, Ronald's bad mouth could break her defense. It's really Galen who whispers, silences, and hits hard.

Many people around also heard the conversation between Hermione and Ronald, and immediately showed angry expressions.

Hermione quickly explained: "Slytherin bought this from the Celia shop. It cost hundreds of galleons. It was not free help. If you have money, you can buy it. Wayne is not targeting anyone. He wants everyone's galleons. When I think of asking Wayne to make up lessons, I have to take out a few Sickle '480' tokens."

Hermione's chest felt tight. After hearing such a high price, the little lions were speechless. A few hundred galleons... Such a large amount of money, let alone Wayne, if they could make it, they would sell it to Slytherin, right?

Hermione took in everything and watched with cold eyes. She suddenly remembered Wayne's evaluation of Gryffindor, and felt that it was extremely accurate. Blindly obedient, radical, and too easily misled and seduced. If there is a correct leader, they will be the most fanatical supporters, but even so, simple sowing discord can cause conflicts within them.

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

The Slytherin stand opposite turned into a sea of joy, and Malfoy was as happy as a grinning ferret. He made a lot of money out of these hundreds of galleons. Do those poor lions have this kind of money? Looking at the ball in his hand, Malfoy became even more excited. When the game starts, he will have an even bigger surprise for Potter.

Time is up. Players from both teams walked out of the locker room, walked through the tunnel, and entered the crowded stadium.

Wayne's heart also surged. This is the charm of sports events. It is difficult not to be infected by the fanatical atmosphere at the scene.

As a referee, Ms. Hooch also wore windproof glasses. Standing in the middle of the court, she gave a warning: "I hope everyone will play fair and pay attention to their foul actions."

Marcus Flint smiled nonchalantly.

Beep!

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

Boom!

Another large cloud of smoke exploded, and the whole place burst into laughter. Harry looked over unconsciously, and saw the words "Potter stinky shit" squirming in the Slytherin stands, and finally converging into Harry's tearful expression.

Malfoy smiled happily under the words. When he saw Harry looking over, he opened his mouth from ear to ear and made a motion of slitting his throat.

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

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

Wayne nodded: "It's pretty good, so he won't mind me making some money from him, right? At worst, I'll give him a few Sickles."

"How much did Malfoy cost?"

"Twenty galleons."

Cedric was completely convinced.

Fortunately, Gryffindor is not helpless, they also have the best eighth man off the court.

Lee Jordan, a commentator, sarcastically said: "We've all seen the Slytherins' fear of Potter and having to resort to dirty tricks like this off the court..."

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

"Oh, okay, who gave us an overly impartial dean? Let's get back to the game itself. Alicia Spinnet takes the ball, she is a talent discovered by Wood's keen eye, oh, look at how charming her blonde hair is..."

"Jordan!" Professor McGonagall said angrily: "This is a Quidditch match, not a beauty pageant! Talk about football, don't talk about girls!"

Professor McGonagall is the most ardent Quidditch fan, and she hates others talking about irrelevant topics during the game.

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

Only then did Wayne discover that the three Gryffindor Chasers were all heroic women. Slytherin's Beaters are true fighters for equal rights and are not merciless at all. He picked up the stick and hit the Bludger at Katie Bell with all his strength.

There is nothing good about the stick.

"Oh! Angelina! The ball is in! Gryffindor scores!"

The cheers of the little lions echoed in the cold air, and several little wizards used their wands to launch fireworks in celebration.

Marcus Flint flew to the other team members with a sullen face and said something.

The rest of the game became very brutal. Taking advantage of his physical advantage, Slytherin simply hit the ball while hitting someone, and the score quickly became thirty to one.

"It's so 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."

Harry in the field 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?" Ron 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."

Everything creates dependence. Hermione said this without thinking when she saw Wayne.

This was also a sign of her trust in Wayne.

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

"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 battered.

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

He was at the very edge again, separated by a few people from the Slytherin section, and then there was the teachers' stand.

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 Hufflepuffs nodded in agreement.

No one wants to play Quidditch with Slytherin; they will do whatever it takes to win.

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

"Idiot, the House Cup is not a single-game format. Every point is crucial. Why do you want to care about me?"

Hufflepuff's little badgers continued to nod.

Another Slytherin couldn't help it: "You damn Mudblood..."

"Parkinson, watch your mouth!" Cedric stood up abruptly and rushed at Parkinson.

"Wayne is my friend!"

Robert Parkinson was Slytherin's fifth-year prefect and Pansy Parkinson's brother.

"Cedric, Marcus will teach you a lesson during the game." Parkinson pushed away Cedric, who was 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 House?"

Parkinson's nosebleed was flowing across his face, and the bridge of his nose was horribly twisted. It was obvious that it had been broken by a fist.

"Wayne..." Cedric opened his mouth, wanting to say that he was just pushed away, not beaten.

But Wayne had already taken action, and it was impossible for him to speak 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 in pain.

"You don't even know who your father is, go back and ask your mother!"

After Wayne finished speaking, he slapped his foot again.

This completely stirred up a hornet's nest. The other little Slytherin snakes rushed up to help Parkinson. How could Cedric and the other little badgers watch them fight against each other? They also rushed forward one after another.

A group fight started without warning.

Hermione was dumbfounded.

Didn't you say save Harry?

Why did the fight suddenly start?

Boom!

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

"What happened!"

"The kind Hufflepuffs suddenly got into a fight with the dirty Slytherins!"

"Oh! Nice left hook!"

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

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

Lee 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 slapping each other on the head.

Screams continued to come from the stands of the two major houses. Even the players on the Quidditch field were dumbfounded and suspended in mid-air.

They forgot they were still playing.

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

The students in Slytherin were less than two-thirds of the number of Hufflepuff students, and almost every boy had to face the beatings of two Hufflepuff boys.

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

He fought 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 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 his wand into.

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

"No, 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 towards 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 was 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 to her, she had no choice but to use magic.

Snape also helped sullenly.

All the boys in their house 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 be separated, and he was unwilling to let go of either side.

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

In the 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 painting.

The whole place was silent.