Chapter 322

"They are also despicable fouls, constantly attacking the female players of our team, they are simply a shame to the wizard, they are not qualified to share the Quidditch Cup." Wood continued.

The students also gathered around, supporting the players' request, "Slytherin is not worthy to share the championship."

A cold light flashed in Snape's eyes, and he sneered, "Speaking of fouls, we can check how many fouls were made in the game just now. How many of Gryffindor's eight free throws are reasonable, we do It should be counted, did Gryffindor really get so many points."

Snape's words immediately refreshed the Slytherin players, who yelled.

"Mrs. Hooch was too eccentric. She gave Gryffindor too many free throws. These are unreasonable. I was fined twice, but the speed of the broom was too fast and I accidentally hit them. I didn't mean it. , I demand fair treatment." Flint exclaimed.

Fred was about to give Flint's face a big shot, his face was full of disgusting sneers, he even had the face to demand fair treatment, if not the teacher was present, Fred would immediately He started throwing his fists in his face.

"We want to be treated fairly!" The Slytherin students shouted immediately, "They got too many free throws, it's not fair."

"It's you who fouled the rules maliciously, you shameless, dirty guys, you still have a face to be fair."

The students of Gryffindor were so angry that they had a face to be fair. They attacked girls, knocked them off the broom, and hit the girls with a stick.

"Since you guys think it's unfair, that's right, we're going to play again." Flint exclaimed, with a sinister smile on his face.

The Slytherin student laughed grimly at once, which was really a wonderful way. After being calm for a while, they all reacted. As long as the game is honest, Gryffindor cannot catch up to two hundred points. They became excited and shouted.

"Play again, play again," the Slytherin students yelled.

"Despicable, shameless, nasty, dirty..." Gryffindor's classmate said furiously.

They shouted, "Come on, fight a fight, go to a duel in the ring, or say, you only dare to bully girls on the court."

The students in Gryffindor scolded. The **** wanted to play with the **** of Slytherin. They were fed up with today's game. To fight, they are willing to accompany, but continue to let the girls participate in the competition and be beaten by them, no one wants to.

"What is this like, what is this like." Professor McGonagall was trembling with anger. She didn't expect that after experiencing a dirty game just now, she finally eased down. The students started to make noise again, arguing and fighting in front of the principal.

"I think it's very interesting, isn't it? I think it's a good proposal to play again." Snape said with a sneer. duel."

"Nose, it's just prank." Professor McGonagall stared and stomped his feet. The students made pranks and the teacher made pranks.

"Quiet!" Dumbledore said, his calm voice with penetrating magic power, like a bucket of snow mixed with frost, pouring straight from the head of a furious student.

The students immediately calmed down and became silent.

Dumbledore said calmly, "It was just a fierce game, the game was very fierce. The result of the game was also very appropriate, the two academies were equally strong, and they both qualified to win the game.

The students of Gryffindor were all embarrassed. Is it really a bad thing to share the Academy Cup championship with the bad boys of Slytherin?

The eyes of Slytherin students are shining. Although sharing the championship makes them difficult to accept, it is better than losing the championship.

What's more, they don't think they have lost, they just made some small mistakes. If they can play again, they will definitely win. In this way, sharing the results of the championship is not unacceptable.

Dumbledore continued, "As for the rematch." He stopped here as if he was considering the rationality of this proposal.

Gryffindor's classmates looked even more ugly. They didn't want the ladies to be bullied by Slytherin's bad boys. They didn't want to continue playing with Slytherin at all.

The Slytherin students' eyes lit up, and they would never make this mistake if they played again. They will play honestly, use absolute score advantage, and easily win the game.

Dumbledore spoke again, "Everyone is tired, and this game is intense enough. The rest of the time, you need to focus on the examThe matter of re-competition will end everywhere. ."

Gryffindor's classmates all took a sigh of relief, which is fine. The Slytherin students suppressed their dissatisfaction. If they re-matched, they would definitely win. Thinking of this, they felt that their champion was forcibly assigned to their opponents by the principal and teachers.

"Then the awards session." Dumbledore began to applaud.

Everyone also started applauding. While applauding, they thought about how to divide the championship evenly.

Dumbledore said, "Considering today's game, Gryffindor won the game. They won two hundred points, so the championship was awarded to them first."

The Gryffindor students exploded immediately. They cheered, they shouted, "We are the champions, we won the trophy."

Professor McGonagall also clapped happily. This is the championship won by the students and they have paid a lot of hard work. She still saw that the female players in Gryffindor were still suffering from injuries and pain.

Wood was about to rush to get the trophy, but Harry reacted quickly and grabbed him so that Dumbledore had to finish.

He continued, "At the end of the term, the trophy will be handed over to Slytherin College, and they will have the trophy before the next Quidditch competition."

Slytherin was enthusiastically applauded, and the applause was in a consistent rhythm, as if rehearsed. They did not cheer, did not yell, and just showed their dissatisfaction.

Who cares, Gryffindor is very dissatisfied to let them share the trophy after the semester.

Dumbledore began to award the awards, and the Gryffindor players hugged, cheered and celebrated.

The trophy passed between them, and the three girls wept with joy. This game was really not easy.

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