"Whoosh!"
The Black Meteor appeared again, as if answering everyone's expectations. Klein struck the Bludger with all his might, sending it arcing through the air.
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The wind howled ominously behind him.
Krum froze for a moment, then hurriedly stopped his charge.
Good thing he did. If he hadn't, that shot would've hit him right in the face!
"Player Klein has cleared the way!"
"Unbelievable! In his hands, the Bludger has become a key tool for preventing the opposing team from scoring. My God, what kind of match am I watching?"
Klein's unexpected defensive play had the two French commentators worked up.
What was a Bludger?
An automatically attacking object.
Its trajectory was impossible to predict, and it flew without any rhyme or reason.
But in Klein's hands, it acted like an obedient little pet.
He really could send it wherever he wanted!
"Wait, Krum has raised his hand to request a timeout!"
"Yes, let's wait patiently. It looks like Player Krum has been scared off. Oh, sorry, I mean, he's planning to protest again."
Less than ten minutes into the match, Krum had chosen to exercise his player's right to force a timeout.
Seeing this, England's morale soared. They flew around in the air, showing off as if to taunt their opponents.
But the Bulgarian team didn't look too happy.
How embarrassing.
They'd started on the attack, only to have their shot blocked by a ball. Even ending the match was proving difficult.
Why was Klein Grindelwald so damn annoying?!
Why couldn't he just stay at Chaser? Why did he have to be a Beater?
He was practically performing tricks with that bat in his hands.
Damn it, this was so infuriating!
"Referee, he fouled!"
"I did not!"
"You absolutely did!"
"Both of you are grown men. Stop making