Chapter 65 The Hogwarts Murder

Li Jordan's voice grew louder and louder, and everyone stood up and cheered.

"Quaffle hits - she scores! Ten to zero, Gryffindor ahead!

Win or lose, Angelina, handsome girl, I will wash your underwear this month! "

William stood up and applauded. He had never seen such a wonderful Quidditch match. From the very beginning, the two teams showed extremely high tactical literacy.

In Quidditch matches, Seekers can really play a huge role, after all, as long as you catch the Snitch, you have one hundred and fifty points and can end the game.

But the sport is not a one-man sport.

It's a team game, and the batsmen will control the roaming and interfere with the Seekers.

There are more than 700 kinds of fouls in Quidditch games, and it is not so easy for Seekers to catch the Golden Snitch.

Similarly, 150 points may seem like a lot, but a match can sometimes last for months, and even this Quidditch World Cup final was played for three days and three nights.

At this time, 150 points is not so prominent. The main means of scoring is entirely based on teamwork and the goals of the chasers.

William pressed the telescope tightly in front of his eyes.

At this time, Hufflepuff scored again, pulling the score back.

"The formation has changed, the eagle head attack formation, beautiful transformation, smooth flow."

Lee Jordan also showed sufficient tactical literacy, and he explained the formation used by Gryffindor at this time.

William could see the three Gryffindor Chasers racing next to each other, all three closing in on the Hufflepuffs.

Then, I saw Angelina pretending to rush up with the Quaffle, distracting Warrington, who was chasing the ball, and then throwing the ball to Neymar.

Volco, one of Hufflepuff's batters, hit the flying Bludger hard with a short stick in his hand, hitting it towards Neymar; Neymar shrank down and avoided the Bludger The ball, threw the Quaffle, and Angelina, who was hovering below, caught the ball—

"Angelina scored again!" Lee Jordan roared loudly, and the audience cheered and cheered, causing the Quidditch field to tremble.

Qiu jumped up and down excitedly, waving her arms non-stop.

Soon, the game went on for forty minutes, but the scores of both sides were still biting.

Hagrid roared excitedly: "This is definitely the most exciting final in recent years.

Unlike in previous years, Slytherin students always like to use foul play, breaking the game into pieces. "

Slytherin is good at using fouls, which is why they have won many championships.

And Hufflepuff and Gryffindor are much cleaner, at least there is no such thing as iron elbows, deliberately bumping into people.

Suddenly, a loud phoenix roar resounded above Hogwarts Castle.

A big silver guy broke out of the window, it floated to the ground, and raised its proud head.

It was a phoenix, a silver phoenix - the patron saint of Dumbledore.

The phoenix was graceful and gleaming, and landed lightly in the middle of the arena.

The Patronus opened his mouth wide and spoke in Dumbledore's loud, thick, slow voice.

"The final is suspended, and everyone immediately returns to their common room under the protection of the professor."

The phoenix disappeared, as if it had never appeared.

Professor McGonagall was stunned, then glanced back at the castle.

Dumbledore seldom used the Patronus to deliver messages, except in exceptional emergencies.

McGonagall didn't think much, jumped up, showed an athletic athlete that didn't fit her age, appeared on the stage, and snatched the microphone from Lee Jordan's hand.

"The prefects of each college organize the students' order, don't panic, and return to the common room one by one!"

Many people don't realize what's going on,

But Professor McGonagall's words were still echoing in the stadium, the prefects began to stand up, and the teachers of various subjects were maintaining order.

There were dissatisfied boos and shouts from the crowd, who did not want to miss such a wonderful Quidditch final.

Oliver Wood, looking downcast, dropped to the ground and ran towards Professor McGonagall without getting off his broom.

"But Professor!" he shouted. "We have to play... Quidditch Cup... Gryffindor... We're going to win!"

At this time, the difference between the two sides was only 20 points, and he really dared to say it.

Professor McGonagall ignored him and continued to shout with the microphone: "All students must return to the common room of the college, where the person in charge of the college will tell you more about the situation. Please leave as soon as possible!"

Everyone was muttering as they crowded towards the castle, some muttered about the cancellation of the game, and some seemed very nervous.

Everyone was talking about what happened, so bad that the Quidditch final was called off.

Marietta jokes that it was the Death Eaters who showed up.

Bradley believes that the final exam questions were set on fire.

Many young wizards agree or look forward to this result, it seems that they don't have to take the exam.

As they approached the Ravenclaw common room, Professor Flitwick suddenly appeared behind the crowd.

"Mr. Stark, I have something to ask you, come with me."

William had a bad premonition, and gestured to Qiu with innocent eyes, indicating that he didn't know what happened either.

William really didn't know, but he suspected that he entered the secret passage yesterday, and something happened.

William followed Professor Flitwick away from the crowd and climbed the marble stairs, but this time they were not taken to anyone's office, but to the school hospital.

"Listen to William, what I'm going to say next may surprise you."

As they approached the hospital, Professor Flitwick said in a serious voice, "A death has just happened..."

William's heartbeat seemed to slow a beat. He thought for a moment. His friends were all on the Quidditch pitch, so it shouldn't be that his good friend died.

Professor Flitwick said in a very sad tone: "It's Prefect Robert Hilliard."

"How is this possible?" William paused and said in disbelief, "I met him at the door of the lounge two hours ago."

"Yes." Professor Flitwick grieved: "The attack happened during the finals. He was killed by... black magic."

"Who did it?"

"It hasn't been investigated yet," Professor Flitwick said. "We found a bottle of life and death water in his hands.

Madam Pomfrey said that you made it. When you brewed the potion before, you asked her about how to make it. "

"Yes, indeed." William quickly repeated the morning conversation between the two.

"Then have you found any other anomalies?"

William thought about it again and shook his head: "No, Professor."

Professor Flitwick sighed, as if the last clue was broken.

Dumbledore came in, his face serious, and Professor Flitwick shook his head at him.

Dumbledore was about to say something when suddenly there was a sound of staggering footsteps in the corridor.

Filch rushed over, panting heavily, and stammered, "Principal, go...you go...Professor Tywin...he..."

"died."

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