Relationship

After the match ended, Gryffindor students surged onto the pitch, surrounding the Gryffindor team members as they embraced one another, offering cheers, blessings, and applause for their hard-won victory.

After applauding his congratulations from the stands, Albert turned his gaze back toward the edge of the pitch. Professor McGonagall, furious, was striding toward Malfoy and his group, who had been frightened into collapsing on the ground by Harry Potter's Patronus.

"I'd wager Marcus Flint's Defense Against the Dark Arts grades are terrible," Albert said with a smile to Isabelle beside him.

"Why do you say that?"

Katrina had not left straight away either and was likewise watching the edge of the pitch.

In fact, more than half the spectators were watching what was happening there. Hogwarts School had never lacked students eager to see Slytherin Academy suffer misfortune.

"If Marcus Flint knew anything about Dementors, he wouldn't have messed around with Malfoy, and this farce never would have happened." Albert watched several people struggle free from beneath their hooded black cloaks. "Let's go see what Professor McGonagall is saying. It's rare to see her this furious."

"You... go by yourself!" Katrina ignored Albert and left the pitch arm in arm with Isabelle.

Anger seemed to have robbed Professor McGonagall of some of her composure. She was shouting at Malfoy's group.

"Conspiring to frame the Gryffindor team's Seeker—such vile, cowardly, despicable tactics! You will all be punished, and Slytherin Academy will lose fifty points."

Albert had barely approached when he heard Professor McGonagall's voice.

Quite a few students had gathered to watch. The sight of Malfoy and his group, who had only just struggled out of their hooded black cloaks, being reprimanded by Professor McGonagall amused many of them, and there was no shortage of people taking pleasure in their misfortune.