The battle on the field is still stalemate.
Although Nott's team seems to be missing one person at this time, there is no big disadvantage.
"Oliver Nott is great." Luke praised, "Every decision and command he makes can achieve the greatest effect."
This Nott is a natural commander. If placed in the Muggle world, he would certainly be a hot genius.
It's a pity... There are too few people in the wizarding world, and it is impossible to implement military management. Police-like professions like Aurors are already the most professional combatants.
But even so, I think he can perform well in commanding small teams and small-scale beheading battles.
What makes Luke feel a little regretful is that there is a high probability that this person cannot be used for himself.
"He is very powerful, but it is a pity that no one would like to work under him."
Gemma looked at the Chaser with him in Nott's team, and the Seeker who had to help defend. They are all in a miserable state now, their cloaks and other clothes are more or less damaged, and there are bloodstains or purple stains on their faces.
But Nott himself did not appear to be injured. The whole person still looks handsome and handsome.
Flint took advantage of Knott to catch the ball and quickly approached him, raising his hands high as if he wanted to steal the ball.
Nott, on the other hand, waved his hand calmly and threw the ball in his hand.
But Flint seemed to be unable to stop the car and kept getting closer. Nott sensed something was wrong and immediately prepared to leave, but it was a little late after all. Flint spread out a slap the size of a round plate and put it on his chest.
Nott felt pain instantly, and a look of pain appeared on his face.
Flint's eyes were full of indifference and deep contempt.
"If you do something like this on the court next time, it will hurt your face."
He stopped next to Nott and warned coldly.
Nott held back the pain and sneered: "You don't really want to be a Quidditch player, do you, Flint?"
He didn't say it to the end, but Flint certainly couldn't miss his subtext.
"It has nothing to do with you, but as long as I am the captain of this Quidditch team and you are still on this team, please restrain yourself." Flint's face was cold and fierce. , "This is my territory!"
Nott looked at him deeply, and even the sneer on his face disappeared. Instead, he smiled indifferently, did not respond, and just continued to chase forward.
Flint took a deep breath and dissipated the smile that was obviously gentle and calm, but it made him feel frightened. Then he glanced at Luke sitting upright in the stands and shook his head helplessly.
After that, he rushed towards the location where the battle was fierce.
It's a game after all. As long as it is a competition, there is absolutely no room for negligence or carelessness.
If the audience in the stands didn't feel it at first, then after Flint's slap, they all came to their senses and understood that today's matter was definitely not just an intra-team match.
Although the referee did not blow the whistle, he thought it was a reasonable collision. But everyone can still see that this slap was probably not aimed at the ball.
In today's arena, the competition is indeed fierce, but there are always people who don't seem to be in the competition.
Malfoy was riding his broom leisurely, his perspective switching back and forth between looking up and looking down. He frowned and licked his dry lips with his deep tongue.
'Where is this golden snitch? '
He was very puzzled. Looking at the seekers in the competition field, each one could quickly find the shadow of the Golden Snitch. But when I got here, why didn't I see it for a long time?
He was a little strange and couldn't help but wonder whether Flint had forgotten to release the Golden Snitch, or the school's Golden Snitch was in disrepair and was damaged somewhere.
He couldn't help scratching his head, feeling a little troubled.
"Get out of the way!"
As a result, before he could figure it out, he heard an angry shout.
He subconsciously looked in the direction of the sound. But when he turned his head, he only saw a green cloak, which already occupied all his sight.
The next moment, a huge force came and pushed his whole body out.
Malfoy still didn't know what happened, but he had already flown out, and his ears were filled with the sound of howling wind, mixed with exclamations and harsh whistles from the stands.
He didn't know what was going on, but instinctively, he gripped the broom tightly with both hands, clamped his legs, and tried his best to control his direction.
The referee in a black cloak quickly activated his broom and rushed forward to save him.
Fortunately, Malfoy himself did not sit still and waited for death. Coupled with his fairly good flying talent, he finally controlled the broom. Malfoy was only a little dizzy and no bigger problems occurred.
At this time, a Quaffle passed by the goalkeeper's ear. It blasted into the ring with a terrifying speed and a cringe-worthy force.
"Oh ho!"
Morton Leitch shouted happily, with a bright smile on his face.
But except for him, no one on the field had a good look on their face.
If the unintentional and reasonable collision between Nott and Flint just now can be explained, everyone saw what Leitch did just now.
It was obvious that he was going for Malfoy. He was also very smart. He could see that Malfoy was the biggest flaw in Flint's team, so he focused on this flaw and attacked. Sure enough, Malfoy didn't stop him and created a chance for him to score.
But now, not to mention Flint's face, even Nott's face is not good.
Draco Malfoy, the only child of the Malfoy family. In some families, there is more than one child of this generation. But among the twenty-eight families, the vast majority are single Miao Miao. In addition to what Voldemort has done, the next heir of the Crouch family is in Azkaban; the current heir of the Black family is in Azkaban; and the only remaining member of the Strange family is in Azkaban. That mistress is also in Azkaban.
It can be said that if things continue to be calm like this, there will be many twenty-eight families who will die in the next generation.
The goblins will definitely be full of food by then. Many nobles will also get the opportunity to rise.
But this does not include the Malfoy family... What's funny is that what Voldemort didn't do, what the Ministry of Magic didn't do, Morton Leitch, this idiot, almost did it. He almost made the Malfoy family history decades later.
Flint finally breathed a sigh of relief when he saw that Malfoy was fine, and then looked at Nott angrily.
Nott's face looked as if he had eaten a fly. He had always known that Morton Leitch was half-crazy and extremely extreme in his behavior. But I never expected that this guy could be so crazy.
He couldn't care less about Flint's anger and could only go and see Malfoy first. After all, if the Malfoy family came to visit him afterwards, Leitch would be nothing more than a mad dog. Dogs are nothing more than beaten to death with a stick. What people are looking for is definitely the person who lets the dog bite people.
His father asked him to test other people's attitudes, not to bring trouble to his own family.
In the stands, Luke had a slight smile on his face: "The show is about to begin."
Gemma glanced at Luke, a little confused. Taylor, on the other hand, noticed Luke's hands moving slightly. There was a look of understanding on his face.
This made Gemma a little distressed. She is unwilling to tell Luke and the others her secret now, but Luke and the others have begun to reveal their secrets in front of her.
It's like two people holding a little book are reading and laughing. They don't care when another person appears, but they just don't let her see what the content of the little book is.
Gemma took a deep breath, calmed down, and then waited quietly for the 'fun show' that Luke said to begin.
Luke saw Gemma's expression and movements out of the corner of his eye. The corners of his mouth curved in an imperceptible arc, then he calmed down and looked at the court with a half-smile.
Test? What's there to test?
What he said was so clear that he really didn't want to say it again. Since you have a plot against him, don't blame him for fighting back.
How could it be his character to just show off his skills?
Nott greeted Malfoy with greetings, and Malfoy responded with some respect, but after all, he was not flattered.
"Senior, as nobles, how can we restore the glory of our ancestors if we can't even manage our own people?"
Having said this, Malfoy shook his head and sighed, seeming to hate the fact that iron cannot become steel. This made Nott's face look a little ugly.
But Malfoy didn't care. He saw with his own eyes Nott's father flattering his father Lucius just for a shop related to the Avery family.
Of course, the Avery family member also arrived later, and the two of them quarreled so much that they almost lost the dignity of the nobles. Malfoy couldn't remember exactly what he said. But the reserved smile and elegant demeanor of his father, Lucius Malfoy, remained fresh in his memory.
Compared to those two, his father was worthy of the title of 'noble'.
Compared to the younger Malfoy, Nott was even more aware of Lucius's influence on the Ministry of Magic. He wanted to work in the Ministry of Magic after graduation, so it was best not to make Lucius unhappy.
Just when he was about to say a few more soft words, he heard a loud commotion.
"You damn mudblood!"
I saw Leitch snatching the bat of a wizard on the opposite side, and then smashed it towards the opponent.
The opponent blocked it, took back the bat with his backhand, and pushed Reich hard.
Nott's face looked very ugly. Malfoy said to him with some concern: "Go and take a look, your team members are having internal strife."
Before contacting him, he said that he couldn't control his own people. These words made Nott really feel like he was about to get angry.
Although it looked like a scene he planned now, he had a vague feeling that this matter would definitely not be as simple as he thought.
Before Nott could get closer, the two people over there had already taken out their wands.
The two were in seventh grade and the other in sixth grade, Slytherin students. Except for Flint, the other team members also had good grades.
This also means that the two of them already have a certain level of combat power.
I saw two people hanging a golden bell upside down together, and a clear water like a spring. They were coming and going quite fiercely.
But there was obviously still reason, the flames were blazing, and spells such as thunderbolt explosions did not appear after all.
But this posture obviously can't be pulled apart by just pulling it apart.
Flint watched with cold eyes, determined to see how Nott would end today.
Nott felt something bad. He was just about to say a few words according to the original plan, and then he brought the matter to Luke. But before he could speak, he heard Leitch's angry words.
"You damn mudbloods! Are you worthy of playing with me?! Dirty and despicable things!"
Naturally, many people are unwilling to say this. So everyone approached together. As if controlled by anger, Leitch launched the magic spells at those who besieged him without any scruples, and became more and more powerful, even using dangerous magic spells such as thunderbolt explosions.
Nott's face was very ugly. No matter what happened to Luke today, he would definitely have to be punished.
And just when he took out his wand and was about to end this farce, Leitch spoke again.
"Ha! Oliver Knott! You are not a good person either! As a member of the Twenty-eight Saints, you actually play so well with a group of mudbloods and half-bloods! There is no pure-blood pride at all!"
"Ah! I know! You also believed what the pure-blood scum said in the first grade, right? You are indeed with him! You deliberately tricked me today just to please him!"
Nott's expression suddenly solidified.
The expressions of everyone present also changed.
It's okay for Leitch to be a fool, but his words reminded everyone.
Nott is definitely going to trick people today. At first, they thought it would be Flint who was tricked, or Malfoy, who almost died before.
But after being clicked by Lei Qi for a while, they all realized that in today's game, they may not be dealing with the people on the field...
As a result, all the aristocratic children present laughed at the joke, or shook their heads, and their expressions were not very friendly.
Flint, in particular, was stunned for a moment, and then came back to his senses. Looking at Nott's expression, it was already an undisguised sarcasm.
"Can't you find someone reliable to do this? Nott, you really can't do it!"
The relationship between Flint and Nott had reached a certain level. Coupled with the previous incident, the two of them were on the verge of falling out.
Nott was speechless for a moment. Setting up traps to test people, or even harming them, is not a big deal. But if the setup fails, it would be a shame. It also makes people doubt their abilities.
It just so happens that I have reached this critical time again. If someone says "no" at this time, it will ruin your future.
And just when he was about to retort, the person in the stands that everyone had been paying attention to suddenly took over. He even summoned a broom and flew over here.
Nott looked at Luke's figure getting closer and closer, and subconsciously thought that Luke was up to something.
But no matter how you think about it, this matter was exposed because this guy Leitch was blinded by anger.
Why couldn't he figure out how Luke sabotaged his plan.
