Weasley Is Our King!

William was indeed prevented by Hermione.

With its already extremely high hit rate, it doesn't require any adjustment to its stance; every shot goes in.

This time, however, he fired three shots in a row, all of which missed the target.

The most outrageous time was when it hit Ron on the head, resulting in a technical foul from Madam Hooch.

Ron... he really gave me face.

William was unusually bad; even though his shot was off target and far from the rim, he still managed to headbutt it.

William squeezed the Quaffle; this damn feel...!

If you're used to a soft approach, why can't you handle a hard one?!

He insisted on having both hands firmly on his side.

But Angelina has also played for many years and has a strong ability to seize opportunities.

Realizing William was having a poor shooting night, she immediately changed tactics, launching three consecutive counter-attacks.

Anne rode Firebolt; she was the fastest.

Receiving Angelina's incredibly long ball, he simply accelerated and tore through Ravenclaw's defense; no one could stop him.

40:0!

A perfect start!

Angelina clenched her fists. She had never fought such a comfortable battle against the Ravenclaw Quidditch Team in her life!

If we still can't win, then we might as well disband.

"Oh, Merlin's Quaffle!" Lee roared. "William's accuracy has dropped a lot after not touching a ball for a year and a half."

"And with Anne Stark contributing one goal and two assists, it seems the Stark glory will be inherited by her..."

"Hooray, another goal! What a beautiful girl, the prettiest flower of Gryffindor."

I've been telling her for years, but Anne still refuses to go on a date with me.

The audience booed at Li, and many students threw Dungbomb at him.

Anne Stark is only in fourth grade... You said several years ago, doesn't that mean she's already dreaming of peaches in first grade?

We only dared to think about it, but you dared to say it out loud!

Beast!!

"Stop hitting him! Stop hitting him! You've beaten him senseless!" Li dodged the Dungbomb.

"Angelina passed it to Anne again... Wait... Where did William come from?!"

Anne caught the Quaffle, passed the Ravenclaw Beater, and was about to pitch when she felt a whooshing sound behind her.

Snap!!

William appeared behind Anne and delivered a powerful chase-down block, sending the Quaffle.

Anne didn't even have time to react before William blocked her shot.

"Screw your Quidditch dreams!" William winked at his sister.

Bradley caught the Quaffle and passed it to him.

William swished the broom, Anne chased after him angrily, not even getting close, but keeping a distance of three meters.

He had a "brother, hurry up and shoot" expression on his face.

William is very experienced; he has played Quidditch for over a decade, giving him more experience than most professional players.

Although the Little Blacksmith of Milan once said:

"I'd rather go 0-for-30 than 0-for-9..."

But William wouldn't make an unreasonable forced shot, since Quidditch doesn't differentiate between two and three points, it's only ten!

Besides, it would be too embarrassing to be on the Hogwarts all-time list of missed shots.

So, since the shooting percentage isn't high, just drive into the paint.

But in the brief moment that Anne was entangled, Angelina quickly switched defense, blocking his path to break through, and the twins caught up from behind to form a double team.

"Gryffindor's defense was really tight today!"

But William's relentless, forceful thrusts were too much for Angelina to handle.

Lee Jordan's commentary echoed through the arena.

"William is moving closer to Ron. This is Ron's first time on the court. We've seen Wood's defensive prowess before, hopefully Ron can too... Oh, shit!"

Ron misjudged the position; William rushed towards the left side of the goal, but Ron went to the right, leaving a wide-open space.

Even if William's touch is off, he can still easily shoot into such a large hole!

40:10

Lee sighed, "Ravenclaw has finally broken his scoring drought, Ron needs to step up his game... Oh dear, what's he thinking?"

William feinted again; Ron was too hasty, and William easily scored ten points.

Li quickly started playing the whistle again.

"So, don't be fooled by William's tendency to shoot randomly from the outside; when it comes to crucial moments, he's tough, he's really daring to shoot!"

This is a superstar moment!

With two consecutive goals, Ravenclaw's morale has stabilized.

William stopped his fancy footwork on the perimeter; since his touch wasn't working, he just drove straight in.

If Wood were in that state, he might be taught a lesson, but Ron... William is still running rampant and taking whatever he wants.

It felt like entering my own Restricted Section.

Gryffindor was dispossessed by William three more times.

Anne has been learning from William for so long, her ball skills are indeed quite good, and her shooting percentage is also high.

However, the new Gryffindor lineup is still somewhat lacking in cohesion.

However, the twins showed no mercy. Seeing that William had the ball again, they immediately Bludger.

Li excitedly said:

"Fred Weasley hit a beautiful Bludger, no, George Weasley."

"Oh well, whatever, it's one of them anyway."

The Bludger came hurtling toward William, William flipped over, grabbed the broom with one arm, and slammed the Quaffle away.

The Bludger changed direction and hurtled towards Harry in mid-air.

He was entangled with the ball, and this shot solved Qiu's problem.

William received the pass, mounted his broomstick again, and charged toward the Restricted Section.

Angelina charged at William.

"Oh no, Madam Hooch called a foul on her," Lee cursed. "She didn't foul, she didn't..."

"Lee Jordan!" Professor McGonagall shouted. "Don't show favoritism..."

"I didn't," Lee explained. "Angelina really didn't elbow William; she clearly used her shoulder..."

"..."

William takes the free throw and easily sinks it.

The score is now tied at 70-70.

William launched another attack, Ron finally blocked a shot. He was about to pass it to Angelina when he suddenly stopped.

"Listen to that sound, what are they singing?" Li noticed it too; the singing rose loudly from the silver-green sea of Slytherin in the stands:

That silly Weasley,

He can't block a single ball.

The Slytherin sang out loud,

Weasley Is Our King.

Weasley was born in a dumpster.

He always puts the ball into the goal.

Weasley helps the Hawks win this game.

Weasley Is Our King.

Ron's face turned bright red as he absentmindedly passed the Quaffle to Angelina, but instead threw it directly to William.

William was also confused; how did the pass get to him?

"Oh no, Ron's huge mistake!" Lee cried out in despair.

William passed Angelina, dodged George Fred, and hit a beautiful Bludger that flew towards William's head.

But he dodged it.

"Looks like only a goalkeeper can handle him! Ron, stop daydreaming! What are you thinking about?"

Are you wondering if this is your last game?!

Weasley Is Our King.

He always puts the ball into the goal.

The singing started again, and Ron stood there, stunned, as the ball went in easily.

"Ah, Ravenclaw has surpassed the ball!"

A wail erupted from the Gryffindor stands.

Harry couldn't control himself. He forgot about the Golden Snitch and Cho, and turned to stare at Ron.

Cheers erupted again— Ron lunged forward with outstretched arms, the Quaffle flying past his armpits and straight into the central goal circle.

"Ron gave them too many opportunities, Ravenclaw relied on Ron too much!" Lee roared in dissatisfaction.

The Slytherin sang even more enthusiastically:

Weasley was born in a dumpster.

He always puts the ball into the goal...

"Harry, what are you doing?" Angelina screamed.

"Go chase the autumn leaves! Stop standing there daydreaming, get moving!"

But it was too late... Qiu spotted the Golden Snitch, riding the Starbrusher, whose speed was no slower than the Firebolt.

Qiu reached out and grabbed the Golden Snitch!

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