Foul

Charlie, who was chasing the Golden Snitch, was almost knocked off his broom.

"Sorry, I didn't see him!" Flint's face showed no remorse. Just as he finished speaking, a Bludger flew towards them, and Fred and George raised their sticks and surrounded Flint.

The match turned out to be very dirty, which didn't surprise the spectators in the stadium. Every year, the match between Gryffindor Team and Slytherin Team always caused a lot of trouble.

However, Charlie's tough stance exceeded everyone's expectations.

Once Gryffindor Team player is attacked, they retaliate immediately, and the game begins to escalate into a brawl.

Madam Hooch was acting as the referee, was so angry that she was trembling. She kept blowing her whistle and called both teams over to give them a severe scolding.

Charlie immediately admitted his mistake and apologized, but he said that his players simply hadn't fully mastered Transylvanian Tackle, which led to the frequent accidents.

If it were last year, before winning the Quidditch Cup, Charlie might have considered these issues. However, their trophy was earned through sheer hard work, which directly changed Charlie's strategy towards the Slytherin Team.

If the opposing team doesn't intend to follow the rules of Quidditch Match, then our team doesn't intend to follow them either. Watching our players get bullied without fighting back is definitely not Charlie's style.

Players from both teams continued to break the rules, and Madam Hooch's whistle and angry shouts echoed across the stadium.

Commentator Lee Jordan also decisively sided with Gryffindor Team and strongly criticized Slytherin Team, arguing that they were the first to break the rules, which caused the game to descend into chaos.

However, as long as you don't cross a certain line, this brawl is still a Quidditch Match, only both sides' players are constantly breaking the rules.

Similar brawls have occurred more than once in international Quidditch tournaments, with some even involving wands being used to shoot arrows at opponents. This is no exception, as this is just a simple school tournament.

As the game progressed into the middle, Gryffindor their first defeat when Angelina was caught off guard by the Slytherin Team and sent off.

At this moment, the score difference between the two sides has widened significantly, 140:40, with Gryffindor Team at a disadvantage.

"Is Angelina alright?" Fred asked worriedly.

"Mild concussion." Charlie's face was grim.

"Charlie, if we can't catch the Golden Snitch soon, the other side will quickly take a huge lead in points. At that point, no matter who catches the Golden Snitch, we're destined to lose the game!" Wood's face was full of worry, but he still reminded him.

Nobody wants to lose a game, and Wood is no exception.

"We don't need to care about winning or losing the game, let's teach those guys a lesson," George said, waving his fist.

"To avenge Angelina!" Fred added. The two had just been targeting Slytherin Team's Seeker, intending to take him down first.

With one less pursuer, it will be difficult for Gryffindor Team to regain their points, and catching the Golden Snitch is currently their only way to win.

"But... is this really a good idea?" Wood looked at Charlie uneasily, then suddenly asked, "Charlie, are you planning to join a professional Quidditch team after graduation? I remember..."

"No, I don't plan to join a professional team. I've already spoken with Kettleburn, and he'll give me a letter of introduction," Charlie said, shaking his head. He declined the invitation from the England Quidditch Team and prepared to study dragons.

Charlie was one of the few students who attended the Advanced Class on the Care of Magical Creatures, and he got along very well with Kettleburn and Hagrid.

Actually, Wood was worried that Charlie's actions would affect his reputation when he joined a professional team in the future, but since Charlie did not intend to join a professional team, he did not object to Charlie's decision.

The match lasted a full two hours, ending in a Gryffindor with a score of 310-70.

Afterwards, most of the players from both sides were sent to the School Hospital.

Professor McGonagall was trembling with anger. She called Charlie over and gave him a severe scolding, but Charlie insisted that it wasn't their fault. He claimed that the Slytherin Team had started the fight and were being aggressive.

Besides, both sides had only violated the rules of the game, nothing more, it wasn't a big deal! "Violating the rules of the game, hundreds of fouls in a game, and you're telling me this is violating the rules of the game?" Professor McGonagall finally said angrily, putting Charlie in solitary confinement. Charlie shrugged, indifferent, he didn't regret his decision today.

"Professor, if the Slytherin Team were willing to play a fair game with us, everyone would naturally be willing to play against them. But aren't they unwilling?"

Before leaving Professor McGonagall's office, Charlie calmly stated the fact, "Since they're unwilling, how can you blame me!"

Professor McGonagall was speechless for a moment, and eventually lifted Charlie's confinement.

Charlie silently gave Albert a thumbs up in his heart. His words were indeed very sharp, and he didn't think he had done anything wrong.

If Madam Hooch could really help solve the problem, he wouldn't have had to do it that way, but the problem is he can't!

Are you alright?

Charlie was surrounded by his teammates as soon as he came out of Professor McGonagall's office.

"Okay!" Charlie said. "Professor McGonagall scolded me. But what Albert said worked quite well; Professor McGonagall originally wanted to put me in solitary confinement."

It would be really unlucky to be put in solitary confinement because of this.

Afterwards, everyone went to the School Hospital. Many players were injured. When Albert entered the School Hospital, he saw George staring at a Slytherin student opposite him, seemingly figuring out how to hurt each other with their eyes.

"Looks like you're in pretty good spirits," Fred chuckled.

"It's not good." George doesn't plan to be discharged from the hospital yet.

"Alright, Mr. Weasley, you can be discharged now. And you all, don't crowd here!" Madam Pomfrey was treating the other injured students.

"Are you alright?" Albert asked Angelina.

"Not good, my head still hurts a bit. Madam Pomfrey said I have to stay at the hospital tonight." Angelina was very frustrated; they had lost again, and by a large margin.

"Don't worry, I've already avenged you!" Fred said in a low voice, gesturing towards a certain bed.

"I really don't understand, how could a Quidditch Match turn into this!" Madam Pomfrey grumbled angrily. "Did you all go and get into a brawl?"

No one answered; the room was deathly silent.

However, Madam Pomfrey was right; they did indeed have a brawl, but it took place on the Quidditch Pitch.