Snape looked very annoyed.
Especially in the first ten minutes, Slytherin Quidditch Team didn't score a single goal.
Under his low-pressure atmosphere, the surrounding Little Snakes trembled.
"Wayne scores again, making it fifteen in a row!"
Snape, his lips trembling, suddenly stood up.
Realizing something, Draco also stood up.
"Vienne is such a noob, she always falls down when she tries to grab the ball!"
He became even more enthusiastic after receiving a appreciative look from Snape.
"Vienne is blind, her shots will never go in!"
The Little Snakes all stood up and shouted at the top of their lungs.
Li Lianren couldn't tolerate such despicable tactics.
"The Slytherin students are engaging in organized interference in the match; this is an extremely shameful act!"
"We're criticizing Vienne!" Draco said with great righteousness.
The Little Lions were furious.
"Eat shit, Malfoy!" Ron immediately started cursing.
"Shut up, you red-haired skunk!" Draco's retort was very effective.
"Fuck!" Alfred cursed, taking off his school uniform and rushing over to fight.
"Calm down, Alfred!" James quickly pulled him back. "We have to give the losers some face, you know."
"Well said!" Neville puffed out his chest.
But when Snape glared at him, he instinctively shrank back.
"Oh, Wayne scored again!"
Li cast a disdainful glance at Slytherin, "He's very composed and hasn't been influenced by some shameless scoundrels at all."
"Mr. Lee Jordan— "
"Okay, Professor."
The situation on the field was already very clear, but Marcus had no intention of giving up.
As the captain and Chaser, how could he not even throw a single ball?
Vincent, holding the Quaffle, shook off two Beater and then charged straight down from above at an angle.
"Wayne!"
Such a heart-wrenching roar startled him so much that he tilted the broom handle to the right and rolled away to avoid the large claw.
Marcus immediately stopped and used his powerful arm strength to turn the broom around.
He grinned, his smile resembling that of a gorilla.
"Wow, Captain Flint has a big problem. I have a feeling he's up to something shady."
"Mr. Lee Jordan— "
"Okay, Professor."
McGonagall turned her gaze away from Lee, then squinted and set up the binoculars again.
Even without the commentator's prompting, Vincent knew that the big guy chasing him relentlessly was suspicious.
"Dude, duck!"
Fred's Bludger grazed past his forehead.
Just as the ball was about to hit Marcus in the face, he swung his right hand out forcefully, just like Vincent.
"Flint, this is a despicable imitation!" Lee added when he saw McGonagall staring at him, "But this also proves that he has the same strength as Wayne."
"Wayne, Big Dummy, your hand is shaking when you get the ball!" Draco didn't even try to hide it this time.
Unfortunately Vincent was not affected and even turned and flew away from the goal.
He knew that Marcus behind him was trying to crash into him before he could throw the ball.
The heavier the result, the better; it's best to just leave the stage.
"Wayne's stupid, he can't even tell left from right!"
Hearing Draco's repeated provocations, Vincent flew directly towards the Slytherin stands.
He mockingly held up a finger behind him, then pointed to something fifty feet below.
There was Draco still yelling, and Snape with a blank expression.
"Come on if you dare..." Marcus read the lip movements and instantly increased his speed.
Impulsiveness is a characteristic of Gryffindor.
Calmness is what belongs to Slytherin.
But at this moment, it was as if the two had switched places.
Vincent's choice of angle was very tricky, Marcus's Sweeping Six Stars crossover was also very powerful.
However, compared to the Rascal Rabbit, its performance is three generations behind.
"Wayne's playing dirty tricks, his movements—" Draco shouted halfway through when he saw Vincent rushing towards him, and hurriedly covered his head and crouched under the seat.
"Whoosh—" An extremely terrifying wind pressure swept past.
Snape's greasy long hair was blown into disarray.
If the little wizard who dared to fly right past his face hadn't been fast enough, he would have been kicked to the deepest part of the Forbidden Forest long ago.
"Catch!" Vincent threw the Quaffle.
This direction is somewhere between Draco and Snape.
Without precise control, one would likely fall straight down.
Without a second thought, Marcus simply hugged the Quaffle to his chest.
"Shi——"
This goal was quite remarkable.
It made Marcus sway and disrupted the balance maintained by the Sweeping Six Stars.
"Fa—" Draco, who had quietly opened his eyes, cursed almost simultaneously.
Marcus, who was nearly 1.8 meters tall, slammed down at full speed, with a force comparable to a solid cannonball made by Muggle.
"Flint fell down, serves him right!"
Draco couldn't bear the weight and immediately vomited up his breakfast.
"Foul! Wayne fouled!" Snape stood up abruptly, glaring at Vincent, who was wearing an innocent face not far away.
"Professor!" George flew over, "Are you guys sore losers?"
That pitiful look in her eyes made Snape so angry that his nostrils flared repeatedly.
Commentator Li was very dedicated, saying, "Based on my years of experience watching football, Wayne probably intended to give up a goal, but I didn't expect Flint to be so bad that he couldn't even hold the ball properly."
The entire stadium was instantly filled with a joyful atmosphere.
Except for Slytherin.
Ron was the one laughing the loudest.
The moment he saw Draco being pulled up by Crabbe and Goyle, he was so happy he almost fell off his seat.
Harry was in a good mood too.
If things continue like this, it seems that it doesn't matter whether the Golden Snitch is found or not.
"I'm fine!" Marcus shook his big head and returned to the field with the Quaffle.
He charged straight toward the Gryffindor goal, and surprisingly, he encountered no obstacles in his path.
Wood, who was guarding the three goalkeepers, beckoned to him.
"Oliver Wood!" Marcus roared as he threw the Quaffle.
As Wood swiftly flew to the right, he also pulled up his broom and did a somersault.
"It's such a shame that the Quaffle got hit by the broom tail!"
Li made no attempt to hide his blatant sarcasm.
The Little Snakes exploded on the spot.
"Put me down! I can still go on!" Draco struggled back to the stands after being lifted up.
"Wood's an idiot, Wayne's a bastard!"
This young master, whose face was filled with impotent rage, was once again targeted by Vincent.
He ignored the Quaffle and sped toward the Slytherin stands.
"Wayne is a scumbag; he plays dirty!"
A fierce gust of wind tousled Draco's meticulously combed blond hair.
Vincent went around in circles and then came back.
"Wayne can't accept defeat, every time—"
Draco swallowed a large gulp of air and then tilted his head back and let out a burp.
"Wayne's such a jerk—"
"Wayne— "
"Wei—"
He was plied with water several times.
"Malfoy is clever; he knows how to use such underhanded tactics to interfere with Wayne."
Li turned his attention back to the arena, "Sigh, I've given you all plenty of chances, but you're still no match for me."
This time, McGonagall didn't say anything; in fact, the corners of her mouth even turned up slightly.
The humiliation of the past years will be repaid tenfold today!