Basil's gaze returned to the match.
Harry and Draco had practically turned into blurs.
They were not much faster than the others.
But they moved with exceptional fluidity as they twisted and turned, every change of direction unexpected and impossible to predict.
Malfoy's hard work and their rivalry in flying lessons had improved Harry's skills as well.
The Wronski Feint was the signature move of the world-class Quidditch player Krum.
Even Lynch, another world-class player, could not pull it off.
In the original story, Harry had only needed one look to replicate it perfectly.
Under Malfoy's competition, this genius player had finally displayed techniques that left people dumbfounded.
But what surprised Basil most was that Malfoy had not fallen behind either.
Slytherin and Gryffindor were now at 90 to 100.
As long as either Seeker caught the Golden Snitch, the match would end and a winner would be decided.
Flint and the other Slytherin players all wanted to resort to dirty tricks, some even openly.
But Harry evaded them all perfectly.
The Weasley twins' sudden attacks on Malfoy met the same fate.
Everyone in the stands held their breath.
Even Lee Jordan, the commentator, forgot to speak.
They were all immersed in this high-level match.
At last, Ron's cry broke the silence.
"Look! The Golden Snitch!"
High in the azure sky, the two spiraled through the air toward a flash of gold that darted past beneath the sunlight.
Bol, one of the Beaters, lost focus for a moment and was struck by a Bludger from either Fred or George.
Yet no one paid attention to him.
Because the two flight paths had steadied.
Harry Potter raised his right hand, the Golden Snitch's silver wings fluttering between his fingers.
Draco Malfoy hovered nearby in disappointment, his eyes full of unwillingness.
His