Harry Potter and the Legend of the Temple

For the Gryffindors, their first goal was just the beginning.

The Slytherins expected that Ron Weasley would be affected by the song, but they did not expect that Louis' appearance would bring about earth-shaking changes to the game.

Lewis, who was riding the Star Rider, was like a lion rushing into a herd of sheep. He did not panic at all when faced with the pursuit of several people. On several occasions, he even made some difficult moves and passed by Montague.

"Well done, Louis, beat 'em up!"

The quaffle seemed to have grown in his hands, and he never missed any of them. Slytherin's chasers could not touch the hem of his clothes at all.

Dang!

That was the sound of the Quaffle hitting the frame, and Gryffindor burst into cheers. The score had reached thirty to seventy. Although it was still falling behind, the atmosphere on Gryffindor's side was no longer what it was just now. Comparable.

Montague was so anxious that he even asked the batters to give up chasing the Bludger and try their best to intercept Lewis.

But Lucalis seemed unwilling to obey his orders. He took the stick and looked for the Bludger everywhere.

"Asshole, what is he doing!"

All the Bludgers were aimed at Louis. Lucalis seemed to have planned it. He seemed to want to repeat the same trick he just used against Angelina.

But as if Louis had been waiting for him to make a move, he deliberately slowed down and moved parallel to Warrington who was traveling with him. Then the Bludger approached at a very fast speed like a ghost. He suddenly dived, and Warrington followed him. When he was about to approach Lewis, he hit him hard with his body.

Louis raised the broom and it bounced back instantly when it touched the ground. This caused Warrington to pounce, and what greeted him was the Bludger hit by Lucaris.

boom!

The ball hit Warrington directly in the face, knocking his head off.

Warrington's hurt voice echoed throughout the venue, but everyone's attention was now on Harry and Malfoy.

Harry and Malfoy were walking side by side, and they saw the Golden Snitch almost at the same time.

He swooped over, the golden bauble whirling in the Slytherin door frame.

Harry did not have an advantage on the broom. Nimbus 2001 was faster than Nimbus 2000, and relative to location, Malfoy was closer to his door frame.

He pressed his entire body on the broom and maximized the speed of the light wheel, so that the two of them could remain in the same position.

When he was still a few feet above the ground, Harry left his broom with his right hand and reached for the Snitch.

To his left, Malfoy also stretched out his hand.

Both men had their chances, and at such a critical moment, the game was over.

Louis stared nervously at the two people who fell to the ground. While Harry reached out to grab them, due to his imbalance in the air, he crushed Malfoy on the side.

The seeker is the fundamental factor that determines everything in the game. If Malfoy caught the snitch at this moment, all the efforts that Louis had made just now would be in vain.

Then, they saw Harry struggling to stand up, holding the small golden snitch in his fingers that was still flapping.

There was silence, and then Gryffindor erupted in cheers. This game was a heart-stopping match for them.

First, in the first half, Slytherin scored 70-0, and then Louis' appearance gave them reassurance, and because of the fight between Malfoy and Harry, they had their hearts in their throats.

Fortunately, Harry was more reliable and finally allowed them to win the game.

Seeing Harry catch the Golden Snitch, Ron was relieved by the door frame. Although he scored a lot of goals today, the result was still good. At least the game was won and no one would remember Ron's mistake.

boom!

Another Bludger was hit by Lucalis, seemingly to vent his dissatisfaction at losing the game. However, the Bludger did not hit Harry who was lying on the ground, but hit the ground firmly.

The Gryffindors gathered around Harry and Angelina limped over, excitement evident on her face.

"Are you okay? Did you feel okay just now?"

The injured captain did not forget to care for her teammates.

"Of course." Harry glanced to the side, and it was a group of scolding Slytherin players.

"The Bludger missed me, but it wouldn't have been possible if I was on the broom."

"No matter what, we won." Angelina patted Harry on the shoulder and went to celebrate with the other team members.

Harry was still holding the Golden Snitch in his hand, when he heard someone behind him say coldly.

"You saved Weasley's life, didn't you?"

Harry turned his head and saw Draco Malfoy, who had just been helped up from the ground. "I really didn't expect him to be so lucky, but it's no wonder. His good luck must have come to an end. I've never seen such a stinky person." keeper, he should have been born in a dumpster, do you like our lyrics, Potter?"

Harry ignored him and was about to walk towards the Gryffindor crowd. Malfoy remained unyielding: "I still want to write a few more lines. I originally wanted to sing about his mother, but I'm fat." And ugly doesn’t rhyme.”

"He's jealous, ignore him." Angelina comforted, then glanced at Malfoy.

"There is also one written for his father, but we can't find any rhymes related to failure." Malfoy continued, "Maybe it would be better to use useless trash..."

Fred and George happened to be next to Harry at this moment, and they understood in an instant what Malfoy was referring to.

"Ignore him, Fred." Angelina immediately admonished, "Ignore him. He is just jealous of losing. He is just an uncultured child who deliberately provokes you."

"But you like the Weasley family, don't you?" Malfoy continued, "I don't know how you tolerate the sour smell when you are on vacation at his house. And Wiggins, oh, that's right, you guys Two were raised by Muggles, and one is even a Mudblood, and the Weasley pigsty smells good too.”

"In other words, the smell there reminds you of your mother, just like the smell of the Weasley's pigsty."

It was as if Harry had been touched. He didn't even realize when he let go of George. He only knew that the next second he was going to rush over and beat Malfoy violently.

But there was someone who moved faster than the three of them. Louis didn't know when he flashed in front of them. He looked at Malfoy contemptuously, as if he was looking at an ant.

Then he raised one foot and kicked Malfoy directly into Malfoy's arms without any warning. The young master of the pure-blood family seemed to experience the greatest pain in his life in one second. It was worse than when Louis beat him three years ago. Even worse.

He seemed to feel the sound of a certain part of himself breaking. He covered his lower body with his hands in pain and fell to the ground in a kneeling position, unable to get up again.