Quidditch Brawl

Everyone was amused by Luna's commentary, which sounded like that of a stand-up comedian.

The only one who didn't laugh was McLaggen.

Because he became the subject of ridicule for the next ten minutes or so.

McLaggen was physically exceptional, with a broad back, thick waist, and mantis-like legs, resembling a Tiger tank or a great white shark.

He could block two baskets with his size alone, and his technique was superb.

However, it has a fatal weakness: its heavy weight causes the broom to carry too much weight, resulting in slow speed; it's not a nimble, overweight broom.

In addition, his brain isn't very sharp, and his reactions are sometimes slow, making him easily susceptible to feints.

Quidditch has three baskets; no matter how big he is, he can't block all of them.

William is the kind of player whose every hair is covered in feints.

McLaggen's two weaknesses were magnified in his presence.

"William pitched, oh, it was a 'prayer' motion!" Luna shouted.

"McLaggen was fooled; he was as oblivious as Goyle and Crabbe from Slytherin."

I always thought they were twins, but it turns out they were triplets.

In the Slytherin audience, Goyle and Crabbe, who had been laughing so hard at Luna's commentary, were no longer able to laugh.

You think you're funny?!

Luna's commentary was fairly professional; at least she could use the technical terms correctly.

This is also the main reason why Professor McGonagall made her the host.

Luna can't remember player names, her commentary is unfocused, and she's prone to daydreaming... but at least she has the unique skill of announcing skill moves.

Otherwise, it's always "up and down, BABA," like playing NBA 2K, which gives viewers a terrible experience.

"It's William again, a Pampas Eagle somersault, a fake pass and throw, he got past McLaggen." Luna's tone was surprised:

"William's goals came too easily, or is McClaren suffering from a 'conceding goals syndrome'?"

Everyone was amused by the term "ball-dropping syndrome," and even Professor McGonagall realized that Luna was quite a character.

McLaggen's temper flared up; he always thought he was at a national team level.

He simply hadn't encountered a single opponent worthy of his full effort. Now, having been repeatedly outmaneuvered by William, how could he not be furious?

Unfortunately, McLaggen wasn't Saiyan; anger didn't increase his fighting power, it only made him more impatient, and his movements became Transfiguration.

After being outmaneuvered seven times, the eighth goal finally wasn't William's attack; he delivered a long-range pass, lobbing it low to Bradley.

Bradley was also eager to try his hand at it, wanting to give McLaggen a run for his money and show off his skills.

An angry McLaggen thought:

"You can't beat the Stark, but you can at least deal with the Ravens?"

He lunged at it, but his hands weren't aimed at the Quaffle; they were aimed at his eyes.

It's here!

The legendary eye-poking seal.

The students were in an uproar; this foul was outrageous and clearly aimed at crippling someone.

The whistle blew, but Madam Hooch only called a regular foul.

Although the competition must be fair and impartial, Ravenclaw currently has a significant advantage.

Once the goalkeeper was sent off, Gryffindor's situation immediately collapsed.

Nobody wanted the match to end in just over ten minutes. Everyone wanted to see William perform a little longer.

For this reason, Madam Hooch only issued a regular foul.

Before the Ravenclaw students could even protest, someone in the Gryffindor audience had already started shouting.

Lavender was clinging to Ron, passionately kissing him.

Ron forcefully pushed Lavender's face away, and said indignantly:

"What? Only a regular foul? This is murder... Ugh~"

Lavender gagged Ron again, preparing for a late-night battle, but then pushed him away, shouting, "Give McLaggen a lifetime ban!!"

"Honey... Luoluo, am I not more interesting than watching the game?" Lavender said resentfully.

She clung to me like an octopus.

Ron impatiently shoved Lavender to the ground, stood up, and shouted, "Go, William! Hit him hard!"

Everyone looked at Ron with astonishment.

He actually pushed his girlfriend down just to watch the game; he's worse than an animal.

Also, is it really appropriate for a Gryffindor to cheer for Ravenclaw?

Ron realized this too, and he mumbled, "Who isn't a William fan?"

Okay, Ron is clearly in the mood-boosting group.

Luna, holding the microphone, was equally dissatisfied:

"McLaggen is an absolute bastard; the Wrackspurt will infiltrate his brain and eat it up."

And then there's Madam Hooch; her eyesight is probably too good.

But Professor McGonagall pumped her fist and shouted, "Luna, we have to trust the referee!"

Just now Ginny used her "Egg Chasing Kick," which William dodged. Then, with a powerful elbow strike, William "accidentally" struck Ginny in the chest, stealing the Quaffle...

Professor McGonagall said something else entirely; she even accused Madam Hooch of being blind for not expelling William from the arena.

There are no substitutes in Quidditch Match; even if a player is injured, they must continue playing, otherwise they will be outnumbered.

So, after Bradley was poked in the eye, he received some treatment and went back on the court.

But his eyes were red, and he was temporarily unable to attack, so he could only hold his position.

As captain, William had to shoulder all the offensive pressure at this point.

After each of William's goals, McLaggen would hurl Quaffle at him hard on the head.

But William was riding Firebolt, and he was very fast; McLaggen hit his own teammates several times.

Even Dean was knocked down.

Harry was very happy that Dean was out of the game.

But your decision to sideline all Gryffindor Quidditch Team for the season is just too much like "enemy infiltrators."

Harry harshly criticized him, telling him to stop attacking his teammates.

McLaggen ignored him and instead loudly berated Ginny, losing the Quaffle.

He didn't notice the Quaffle, which flew past his left ear again.

"William has scored again, his twelfth goal of the game, almost equaling the scoreline set by Anne against Ravenclaw," Luna said.

"McLaggen, focus on what you're doing and stop interfering with other people!" Harry yelled.

"You haven't set a good example either!" McLaggen retorted sharply, his face flushed and his anger blazing.

"Harry Potter is arguing with his goalkeeper." Luna raised an eyebrow.

"I don't think that would help him find the Golden Snitch, but it might be a clever decoy..."

Harry cursed angrily, turned around, and continued speeding around the field, searching the sky for the shadow of the winged golden ball.

Luna suddenly noticed the clouds in the sky and began to describe them.

"Ravenclaw Quidditch Team leads 130 to 40!" Professor McGonagall shouted into Luna's microphone.

"Really? It's already like this?" Luna said blankly. "Oh, look! The Gryffindor goalie has caught a Beater's club."

Harry quickly turned around in mid-air, and sure enough, McLaggen snatched the bat from Coote's hand, seemingly demonstrating how to hit Bludger at the Accio William.

Harry roared and charged at McLaggen, McLaggen Bludger, sending it flying.

Everyone fiddled with their brooms, preparing to dodge the Bludger rather than be taken away by McLaggen.

William was on high alert, because he had just been fighting Anne for the Quaffle when his sister bit him.

But the ball didn't go towards William; instead, it arced gracefully and struck Harry precisely on the bridge of his nose.

After breaking his nose twice more, he finally faced the third time.

One more time than Dumbledore.

William breathed a sigh of relief.

It's a shame McLaggen didn't become Beater.