However, the situation suddenly took a sharp turn. First, Alicia was hit by a wandering ball during the attack and fell to the ground, having to withdraw; soon after, her replacement was also sent off with a golden explosion by Crabbe.
"Looks like their gorillas have their methods too." Angelina didn't panic on the surface; the score had already reached 70-10. As long as Harry could quickly catch the Golden Snitch, they could secure victory.
She had thought correctly, but the problem was that the Golden Snitch had disappeared somewhere, and Harry looked around without finding any trace of it.
He could only hang in the air together with Draco, striving to spot the Golden Snitch.
"This time, I'm going to win!" Draco taunted Harry, "Don't worry, Harry, when I catch the Golden Snitch and secure victory, I'm sure you'll celebrate for me too."
"It's good to have dreams," Harry retorted unkindly, "but sadly, it's not very realistic, is it?"
Draco smirked without responding.
"Oh dear—Katie Bell, she made a mistake while flying and actually fell..." Lee Jordan was commentating, "Let's see how she's doing... Oh, very unfortunate, she can no longer continue fighting. Let's give a round of applause for this Miss Bell—she's a true Gryffindor!"
"We need a strategic pause!" Angelina raised her hand, signaling to referee Mrs. Hooqi for a timeout.
Mrs. Hooqi blew the whistle, announcing a technical timeout.
"We need to change our tactics," Angelina said gloomily as the team gathered, "We can't continue like this; the Slytherin's playing style is just too dirty. Harry... I need you to quickly catch the Golden Snitch!"
"I want to," Harry spread his hands, "but this time the match's Golden Snitch is like hiding, can't find it at all..."
"Do your best, Harry," Angelina sighed, rubbed her temples, "We need to stabilize the situation, can't deteriorate like this anymore; after the pause ends, we must find a way to stop losing players..."
"Wait a minute?" Ron suddenly leaned in, rubbing his chin, murmuring as he looked at the Slytherin captain not far away holding a little notebook, "This dog X thing is holding a little book there? Look, it's Blood Mother Hell's."
"I suspect it's their targeting list, just to make us lose players." Fred speculated, "How despicable, the other side."
"Made this gesture." George raised a finger, "Look, Malfoy is smiling so happily, wonder what he's laughing at."
"He probably says, going to take out that Weasley." Fred said nearby, "You see, Crabbe and Gall, those two big apes will certainly ask—'Which Weasley is it?' Then Malfoy would say, 'X yours, of course, it's the keeper one, how can I expect you to take out those two identical-looking ones?'"
Fred imitated remarkably, just like the real Crabbe and Gall, amusing everyone around.
"Come on." Angelina straightened her clothing, said resolutely, "Every minute must be played as if it's the last minute, then don't be afraid of losing either!"
"Let's go, guys." Fred called everyone to gather round, "Put your hands out, come on, all together in the middle..."
As the words fell, six players gathered together, placing hands in the middle to form a circle.
"Three, two, one... Go!" They shouted in unison.
With the timeout finished, the players took to the skies.
"By the way, Fred, and George." Angelina added while flying, "I hope you two can fire at their defenders when possible—and their chasers, don't hold back now, it's already going down to the wire!"
"Understood, ma'am." The two saluted playfully.
Yet, after the timeout ended, Slytherin began organizing a frenzied counterattack.
Due to Gryffindor deploying three chasers, only one substitute player and Angelina were left on the field, so they couldn't form a large-scale counterattack.
"Oh dear, this ball... not blaming Weasley." Lee Jordan sighed, "Facing the encirclement of three defenders, plus the wandering ball from the opponent's chaser, I can only say—he did his best."
The score went from 70-10 all the way to 70-210.
There's really no way; Ron has blocked many must-score shots, and everyone knows he's already done the best he can.
Looking like it's going to a 150-point gap.
Just at this moment, Harry finally noticed the shadow of the Golden Snitch.
He finally moved, steered the Fire Crossbow Arrow, and began accelerating towards the Golden Snitch.
Angelina also noticed Harry's movement, she loudly reminded, "Firmly hold the defense, and then we'll have a chance!"
"Go for it!" George and Fred shouted together, Fred waved his bat, fending off a lethal blow for Angelina.
And he also hit the wandering ball back at Gall.
"Nice job!" Angelina swung her arm, "We're switching to full defense now—I believe Harry will catch the Snitch soon! We're trailing by 140 points, catching the Golden Snitch will add 150 points to us, we're still the winners!"
"Provided he's fast enough." Fred added nearby, "If he's like the World Cup, then he'll be Krum, and we will become the tragic Bulgaria Team..."