Rebirth of the Harry Potter

The Firebolt is the Muggle supercar.

And it's not like Muggles only men love sports cars, but wizards and wizards are all fascinated by them.

The expensive price of hundreds of Galleons can dissuade 99% of wizarding families, and it already belongs to the ranks of luxury goods.

Even this summer, Malfoy stalked Old Malfoy to buy him a Firebolt, but Old Malfoy refused.

At that time, old Malfoy said: "Son, our Malfoy family doesn't have much food left."

Therefore, upon hearing Jordan's words, all the teachers and students stood up, staring wide-eyed, wanting to see what the Firebolt in Zhang Qiu's hand looked like.

What is the status of the Firebolt in the hearts of young people?

Let's put it this way.

If the Firebolt is in the hands of a boy, he will say: "Who wants to take a closer look at the Firebolt? You can touch it, and even let you ride it and walk around in the sky, but the premise is that you are willing to be me. girlfriend."

A quarter of the girls at Hogwarts would readily agree, and a half of the boys wouldn't mind dressing up.

It's that level of status.

Flint and the others stared dumbfounded at the flying broom in Zhang Qiu's hand that was shining in the rain.

The rain was too heavy, otherwise they would have discovered the existence of the Firebolt immediately.

Malfoy clenched the flying broom in his hand, and suddenly felt that the Nimbus 2001 in his hand was not so fragrant.

Narrator Lee Jordan is good friends with brother George Fred, so naturally, his attitude towards Slytherin is not much better.

It has always been his old tradition to commentate every game, breastfeeding Slytherin.

Before the game started, Jordan had already started.

"We all know that Malfoy, Slytherin's Seeker, and his father, the evil capitalist, sponsored 7 Nimbus 2001 for Slytherin, but unfortunately their opponent Gryffindor has more than them today. Good Firebolt. Looks like Slytherin isn't doing too well, guys."

Ms. Hooch stood between the two teams.

"Flint,

Davis, shake hands. ' Ms Hooch said.

Davies is the Quidditch captain of Ravenclaw House.

The two of them were tall and strong, their broad hands were tightly held together, the finger bones creaked, their eyes met, sparks were produced.

"Okay, let go," said Ms. Hooch. "Get on your broom and listen to my whistle... three... two... one."

"beep!"

Fourteen people began to rush to the sky, each performing their duties, goalkeeper, chaser, hitter, and seeker.

Zhang Qiu lightly tapped the ground, and immediately flew into the air.

Her Firebolt flies faster and more consistently than any other broomstick.

Jordan held the microphone, his voice spread throughout the court, and commented: "The game has begun. I believe that everyone, like me, is watching the biggest highlight of the game - Zhang Qiu riding her Firebolt to represent Ravenclaw. According to "The Complete Book of Broomsticks", the Firebolt is currently the best broom, and it represents the highest level of craftsmanship. I heard that in the Quidditch World Cup next year, the Firebolt will be the broom of choice for the British Quidditch team..."

Professor McGonagall who was beside him said, "Jordan, can you tell me about the game?"

"Good professor, but I have to say that the Firebolt can reach a speed of one hundred and fifty miles per hour in a few seconds. No flying broom can catch up with it. If an untrained wizard wants to directly control It is very difficult, but the biggest advantage of the Firebolt is not its starting speed, but its braking device. There is a fully automatic device built into the handle. When the wizard thought just came into being, the Firebolt was about to stop And it can return to another direction at the fastest speed, which is the treasure that any Quidditch player dreams of..."

"Jordan!" Professor McGonagall shouted sharply.

"Ahem, ok... now the ball is in Slytherin's hands, they're ready to throw and shoot..."

Zhang Qiu has long been familiar with the fire crossbow.

Riding on it is like stepping on a light cloud, and it moves with the driver's heart. It obeyed Zhang Qiu's thoughts, rather than being forced by Zhang Qiu's strong orders.

The people in the stands couldn't see Zhang Qiu clearly.

Because Zhang Qiufei swept across the field at such a fast speed that only a blue afterimage remained.

But in Zhang Qiu's eyes, apart from her, the world is chaotic and blurry. The grassland and stands are all green and gray.

Zhang Qiu shuttled on the court, turned and turned.

She easily dodged the Bludgers, chasing the Snitch through the crowd.

The two batters of Slytherin wanted to hit the Bludger to Zhang Qiu's side, but Zhang Qiu's speed was too fast, and they couldn't hit the ball near Zhang Qiu in time. Finally, the Bludger approached Zhang Qiu, Zhang Qiu disappeared with a "swish", leaving only the Bludger in the air, spinning around a few times, and then started chasing other people again.

Qiu Zhang hovers in the air as she loses track of the Snitch.

Suddenly she saw the Snitch appearing around the Slytherin Chaser Monta, Zhang Qiu immediately started to speed up and rushed towards Monta.

Monta was taken aback, thinking Cho Chang was annoyed at the fact that he had been trying to hit her with the Bludger.

But when Zhang Qiu came in front of him, he stopped abruptly, circled around Monta, and stretched out his hand to catch the Snitch.

It's a pity that it's only a little bit short, and the Golden Snitch will be available.

"See? This is the Firebolt. It is unparalleled in balance and precision." Jordan shouted excitedly.

Professor McGonagall: "..."

At the Ravenclaw seats, the students sighed regretfully.

"Malfoy, stop looking for the Snitch by yourself, just keep an eye out for Qiu Zhang!" Flint yelled, and narrowly dodged a Bludger that was about to hit him.

Malfoy wants to cry: I want to too, but I can't catch up with her at all. If you want me to grab the golden snitch, unless the golden snitch runs into my hands.

Merlin once said: "In the world of magic, everything is invincible, only speed can't be broken."

Harry thought so.

Astoria shouted from the stands: "Sister Zhang Qiu, come on."

She doesn't understand Quidditch, but she just needs to call the boss 666 below.

...

It was intense on the field.

Bludgers, Quaffles flying all over the sky.

A Ravenclaw player was nearly thrown off a flying broom by a ball.

"Currently Slytherin's score is 30 points higher than Ravenclaw's. After all, Ravenclaw's side is still using the comet series that will be eliminated, but it is not enough for Slytherin. Although Slytherin's Seeker has always I was trying very hard to follow Ravenclaw's Seeker, but I could only follow behind. If I saw the Golden Snitch, I'm afraid Zhang Qiu would grab the Snitch in an instant and end the game."

"As expected of a Firebolt, have you seen its performance? When Zhang Qiu stopped and turned a corner, Malfoy couldn't stop, and he still had to rush forward for a long distance."

"George! How much advertising money did the Firebolt pay you, you explain the game well!" Professor McGonagall shouted.

It was raining heavily.

The players in the sky can only hear the chaotic voices of the audience below. What is being discussed, the voice transmission is not clear.

The only thing that can be heard in the stadium is Jordan's commentary and Professor McGonagall's loud roar.

Looking from above, you can only see dense crowds of people wearing cloaks and squeezing under umbrellas in the stands.

Except for Zhang Qiu, everyone's face was covered with rain, and their eyes couldn't be opened.

If they want to communicate, they can drink a big mouthful of rainwater.

But it was the wind that had a bigger impact.

Many times Slytherin and Ravenclaw shot at the goal, because of the influence of the wind, it deviated from the ring on the pole high in the air.

The sky darkened, and it was clearly not yet noon.

The people on the court were all drowned, the rain was pouring, and when they crossed corners with other players, they couldn't even tell whether it was the enemy or teammates.

In short, when their batsmen saw the Bludgers, they threw them at the player suspected of being on the opposite side. When the Chasers saw the Quaffle, they shot them into the opposite goal. At this time, it was their teammates who cooperated with them.

"Swoosh, whoosh, whoosh, whoosh..."

A dozen people turned into a dozen gray lines in the rain, shuttling through the squally wind and torrential rain.

"Boom, click!"

A Z-shaped lightning split through the thick dark clouds.

Lights up everyone.

Zhang Qiu finally saw in the rain again, it was near the Slytherin doorpost, shining a small golden dot...

Zhang Qiu held the broomstick nervously and rushed straight at the snitch.

"Hey, Malfoy, go find the Snitch."

I don't know who it is, but they actually regard Zhang Qiu as their Slytherin Seeker.

And Malfoy had lost track of Zhang Qiu in the rainstorm.

"Does Malfoy have such a fast speed?" The Slytherin player who had just seen Zhang Qiu reacted violently, and shouted: "Malfoy! Hurry up, they are going to catch the Snitch!"

Malfoy, who was outside the court, heard the sound and rushed towards the direction of the sound.

In this kind of weather, the audience can hardly see what the game is like, and it is all up to the commentator to tell them the wonderful battle.

I only heard Jordan say excitedly: "Ravenclaw's seeker found the golden snitch again, she is approaching the snitch, is this game about to end?"

Suddenly Jordan yelled in shock and anger: "Oh, my God, the Slytherins are mean and shameless..."

Professor McGonagall shouted in the rain: "Jordan, you must stand in a neutral place as a commentator! Or give me the microphone!"

The students burst into laughter.

Jordan continued to yell, "You can't imagine what those shameless rogues in Slytherin have done."

Professor McGonagall's nose was about to crooked, and he wanted to kick Jordan away.

But as Jordan said, he jumped out of Professor McGonagall's reach: "Slytherin's keeper, Flint, actually jumped on Qiu Zhang's flying broom, grabbed the twig at the end, and destabilized the Firebolt. , otherwise Zhang Qiu will definitely catch the Golden Snitch!"

"I was a three-year-old commentator, a six-year-old Xiaocheng, and a twenty-year-old self-confident Quidditch commentator. I have no rivals in the world of Quidditch commentators. I know more than 700 kinds of Quidditch fouls, but I have never seen such a thing happen!"

"Shhhhhh..."

Three out of four booed the Slytherins.

Ravenclaw's voice was the loudest. In the front row of the seats, there was a chubby woman wearing a straw hat. She was Professor Sprout, the head of Ravenclaw College.

She shook her fist at Flint so furiously that her hat fell off.

Flint saw that Zhang Qiu had been disturbed—the Snitch was gone again, and his face was full of complacency.

What do you know, unscrupulous is part of the Slytherin style.

It's just that he hasn't been proud for two seconds.

George's unbelievable voice sounded, he seemed to swallow Hagrid's fist, and moaned: "Merlin... The Golden Snitch^ flew back to Zhang Qiu's hands, and Ravenclaw won!"

Flint turned his head and saw that the anger on Zhang Qiu's face had not disappeared, and he looked at the golden snitch in his hand in a daze.

The snitch lay docilely in Zhang Qiu's palm and did not run away anymore.

The dimly lit stadium was silent for a moment.

Then there was a sudden burst of deafening cheers.

Then, a deeper darkness descended.

...

Please remember the first domain name of this book: . 4 Novels.com mobile version reading website: