Throughout the arena, apart from the roars of the crowd, the only other sound was the Amplifying Charm voice of commentator Lee Jordan.
The sound was loud but not harsh, and it clearly reached the ears of every spectator in the stadium.
Basil suspected that Lee Jordan's Amplifying Charm, through years of use, had reached level two or even three.
It has the property of making the sound softer and expanding its range of propagation.
"The Quaffle is on Slytherin's side now, oh no— Slytherin Quidditch Team's Flint is dribbling towards the goal! Beautiful— Oliver Wood has stopped him! Oh no, Dorian is nearby, will the Quaffle be back in Slytherin's hands?"
"Fantastic! George Weasley's beautiful Bludger! It hits the Quaffle perfectly! Angelina Johnson gets it!"
"The Quaffle is now in Gryffindor's hands."
"A beautiful turn, bypassing Dorian, and then a descent— the Quaffle is gone! She's got big oaf Miles completely bewildered!"
"Just as he was diving, the ball was quietly passed to Katy Bell!"
"Wow! The Quaffle went in! -- She scored! Gryffindor Quidditch Team leads 10-0!"
Most students watched the game following Lee Jordan's commentary.
But Basil was different.
The Quidditch Pitch was also part of his body.
He squinted, taking in everything on the court from every angle.
The Golden Snitch, flying swiftly and disappearing into the golden sunlight; the view beneath Angelina's skirt; Hagrid sneaking out his umbrella to try and alter the "Draco!" Hagrid on the clouds; the unknown Hufflepuff student who transforms into Sirius to please his girlfriend.
"Interest really is the best teacher. I can even brew such troublesome Potions as Polyjuice Potion."
"No wonder Sirius has a bald patch. But how come he didn't notice?" Basil chuckled with a wicked grin.
He prefers watching these things to watching the games.
However, on the field, there are two other players with the same insight as Basil – in the case of the Golden Snitch.
They are Harry and Draco.
They hovered high in the air, higher than everyone else.
Its eyes narrowed, following the Jin Guang, turning slightly like an owl spotting a mouse.
At the same time, they kept a close eye on each other out of the corner of their eyes.
If you're facing an incompetent opponent.
They could simply fly directly towards the Golden Snitch, using their superior reflexes to dodge the Bludger and the positioning of other players.
But they were perfectly clear about the skill level of the person opposite them.
Every tiny turn of the broom handle by the person opposite perfectly blocked the 'path' to the Golden Snitch.
The situation has instead reached a stalemate.
A buzz of discontent rose from the stands. They had expected this match to be as exciting as Harry and Draco's first on-field duel. But the two's performance left them extremely dissatisfied.
"Could they have been put under Confundus Charm before they went on the field?!"
"Get down here! This isn't the place for you two to date!"
"Malfoy, don't think you can just slack off just because your father is dead!"
"Potter, don't pity him! The Malfoy family are all bad seeds!"
Some of the things Basil seemed a bit excessive.
He frowned.
"You think you can just talk about my son like that? Even if he's my stepson, what kind of class are you?"
There are many people just as unhappy as Basil.
Some of them were experts, loudly criticizing the technical terms and claiming that those people were too incompetent to understand; others claimed that mentioning someone's deceased family members was immoral; but most of them simply sided with the two of them.
Of these people, Harry's family and friends make up the largest group.
Ron rolled up his sleeves; Neville bent down and pulled a sword-like wooden stick with a natural hilt from his feet; Seamus raised his wand, ready to create an explosion at any moment; Sirius muttered incantations, chanting curse spells; Hagrid stood up and lifted up a Gryffindor upperclassman who had been slandering Harry as if he were a chick.
Just as a fight was about to break out on the field, the two who had been hovering finally moved.
Their flight directions were completely opposite.
One goes down, the other goes up.
You should know that there is only one Golden Snitch.
Everyone was a little confused.
Lee Jordan also expressed some confusion. "Harry Potter and Draco Malfoy have finally moved! But this direction... it doesn't make sense, does it?"
But Basil, who had a comprehensive view of the situation, saw it all clearly.
The Golden Snitch is not a stationary, inanimate object.
It flies across the field in an extremely complex pattern.
Both of them noticed the pattern and pinpointed the spot where the Golden Snitch closest to them had stopped.
Thus, one of them went down and the other went up.
But as the Golden Snitch moved and adjusted their flight paths, they eventually all flew towards the Gryffindor goal.
Wood, who was the goalkeeper, noticed this.
Without hesitation, he abandoned the Quaffle that was about to fly towards him and blocked Draco's flight path as Accio upwards.
"Bol! Give Wood a Bludger!" Slytherin captain and Chaser Marcus Flint gave the order to their Beater.
He also noticed the key point.
As he gave the order, he flew towards Harry was flying downwards towards the edge of the goal.
They wanted to replicate Wood's moves.
But the one who just shot was another Slytherin Chaser, Dorian, who himself didn't notice the crucial moment.
He was very happy to have scored.
He waved his fist triumphantly as he flew near the goal.
His large size has now become a disadvantage, blocking Flint's view.
Even as Flint yelled, "Get out of the way, you idiot!"
But it was too late.
Harry, without taking a detour, caught the Golden Snitch.
Wood, who had a broken arm and couldn't move, managed to block Draco despite taking the hit of Bludger.
He was a step too late.
Lee Jordan stood up. "240-60! Gryffindor wins!"
"What a pity! Draco Malfoy was just one step too late!"
"Wood demonstrated captaincy and judgment! He was willing to let Slytherin score and concede points, and even suffer Bludger attack, just to create conditions for Harry to win!"
"A big thank you to Slytherin's Chaser, Dorian! He helped Gryffindor secure the victory!"
Lee Jordan's words were absolutely devastating.
Dorian, who had just been grinning foolishly, suddenly turned grim.
Flint bypassed him, flew to Draco, and comforted him, "It's not your fault. You're no worse than Harry Potter. If I had succeeded just now, you would have been the one with the Golden Snitch."
Bol flew over with his head down, saying, "My 'Bludger' wasn't powerful enough. If it had been stronger, it would have knocked Wood off his broom. We wouldn't have lost."
The other players gathered around, but none of them paid any attention to Dorian.
The surging red tide and cheers in the stands, coupled with Lee Jordan's words just now, made it impossible for them not to resent him.
Meanwhile, Gryffindor included Harry.
They landed on the ground and walked up to Wood one by one.
He shouted to the students who had run down from the stands and over the railings, "Make way! Excuse me!"
"Wood needs to go to the Hospital Wing!"
The scarlet crowd parted orderly to form a six-foot-wide passage.
They all looked at Wood with the eyes of someone looking at a hero.
Since Charlie Weasley graduated, Gryffindor Quidditch Team has never won the Quidditch Cup.
Today, Dumbledore held it and handed it to Harry.