"Great! That''s great!"


    The shutter was pressed, and Colin had a giggle on his face.


    His lens only stayed on one person. In such a short time, he used almost all the film in the camera.


    First, the interview went smoothly, and then took a picture of Klein playing Quidditch


    Today is really his lucky day!


    The game continues.


    "Guys, don''t let Klein look down on us, come on!"


    Captain Marcus of Slytherin Quidditch is a big man with a very loud voice. Looking at the battered players, he waved his fist and tried his best to cheer up his family.


    Klein, the rookie they all think, scored 20 points in a row. What''s the big deal? Who wins and who loses is not sure!


    "Come on!"


    Perhaps the proud self-esteem did not allow Slytherin to lower his head. After a short loss, it stimulated their fighting spirit.


    Once again, under the leadership of Captain Marcus, they strictly implemented the tactics, and finally broke the goal of the "reserve team" for the first time, making the score 10-20.


    "Not bad."


    Even his opponents, Klein couldn''t help applauding Marcus and them.


    In fact, the Quidditch level of snake academy is really OK. In addition to some subconscious habits (black hands), their paper strength is enough to rank in the top two of the four colleges.


    "Don''t be afraid, brothers, we have Klein!"


    Although someone broke the goal, the Quidditch Rookies of the "reserve team" were not in a hurry.


    Fancy tactics?


    What''s that?


    The snitch can''t control it. Just pass the ghost flying ball to the thigh.


    With Klein''s scoring ability, isn''t it as simple as drinking water to score one or two hundred points?


    So once again, the players of the "reserve team" didn''t want to think about it, so they passed the ball directly to Klein.


    In addition to the batter responsible for hitting the swimming ball, the remaining chasers hung behind Klein on a broom like nobody else, with an expression of waiting to shout "666".


    "All right."


    If you are regarded as a thigh, you must have the consciousness of thigh.


    Klein caught the ball, first observed the situation, and then made several beautiful moves in succession in the face of the rapidly flying swimming ball to easily avoid the other party''s attack.


    His comet 260 is not fast, but stable enough.


    Under the stormy attack of the "official team", he came to the goal of the official team like a flexible butterfly.


    "God bless."


    Goalkeeper miles prayed silently and put his whole mind on the coming ball.


    So many people are watching. He is also a person who wants face. He can''t be fooled by Klein anymore!


    It''s late, it''s fast.


    Klein didn''t plan to keep his hand and didn''t make any fake moves. When he flew to the goal, he was like the first ball, another powerful volley!


    "Bang!"


    The stick touched the surface of the ghost flying ball and made a thrilling dull sound.


    Miles quickly raised his armor to stop the "red lightning".


    He foresaw the trajectory of the ghost flying ball. He had imagined Klein''s incredible expression after the attack failed. He cheered loudly in his heart and was glad that he finally saw through Klein''s attack!


    However, everything exists only in beautiful fantasies.


    "Whoosh!"


    The sound of the ghost flying ball through the goal is so ironic.


    Miles put down his raised hand blankly, as if someone had punched him and opened his mouth unconsciously.


    "Arc swing ball..."


    Just now, the "red lightning" turned into an arc at the moment when he was about to stop. He skillfully avoided the goalkeeper and got into the goal behind him.


    That''s high-end drawing skills. Miles has seen it in Quidditch magazine.


    But


    Staring at the boy who held up his bat and enjoyed the cheers, miles wanted to cry without tears.


    You said you weren''t interested in Quidditch. Why are you so skilled!


    "Wow, cough!"


    Draco happened to see Klein''s attack at the highest altitude.


    The young master couldn''t help crying, but he suddenly took a cold breath and coughed uncontrollably.


    "Gee, we''re in trouble for this year''s Quidditch cup."


    Gryffindor Quidditch captain Oliver Wood frowned and a trace of worry flashed on his handsome face - he was the goalkeeper of the lion yard. Facing the "arc swing ball" just now, he didn''t think he had a way to make a successful save.


    "Hold on, hold on, we haven''t lost yet!"


    The third "fairy ball" made Slytherin''s "official team" morale sink to the bottom again.


    To be honest, he was also very frustrated, but the game is still going on and everything is still possible.


    What if Malfoy catches the snitch?


    "Hold on, let''s take this ball slowly, i... I fucking!"


    Marcus, who actively arranged the tactics, was still cheering his teammates, but suddenly saw a "sneaky" figure flying out obliquely, cutting off their passing route.


    Klein again!


    You''re just a chaser who is responsible for scoring. What''s the chicken thief doing? It won''t give us a way to live!


    Marcus was angry and wanted to pull his hair.


    Ear, the wind is whistling.


    After breaking the ball, Klein went straight into the formation of the "official team".


    There were opponents around, but his eyes didn''t fluctuate.


    One stop, one dive, then rush up, and suddenly speed up.


    He played with the old "comet 260".


    But in the blink of an eye, three chasers and one batter were passed by him.


    "Ah!!!"


    The moment the figure broke through, the little wizards were almost crazy - they weren''t so crazy when Klein beat Snape.


    No, not just the little wizard.


    And professors.


    When they heard the news, Professor flivi and Professor McGonagall couldn''t help shouting for Klein. Even Snape, who was alone in the corner, couldn''t help clenching his fist.


    He doesn''t like Quidditch, even in a way.


    But that doesn''t mean that when his precious apprentice dominates the game on the court, he won''t feel excited about it.


    Gradually, the figure on the field coincided with his own shadow.


    Snape couldn''t help imagining.


    If he could be as good at sports as Klein and attract more people''s attention, would the result change a little


    If Marcus is angry, goalkeeper miles is directly desperate.


    How long has it been? You''re here again!


    In the face of that indomitable figure, he could not rise any resistance at all.


    "Whoosh!"


    "Red lightning" passed through the goal and cheered.


    The ball is in!