Hufflepuff had the advantage in every way, and not for any other reason than the fact that they had more people! Slytherin had fewer than two-thirds as many students as Hufflepuff, so almost every boy had to face a beating from two Hufflepuff boys.
Then there was Wayne. He really was just like Lee had said, a god of war.
He had fought his way from south to north, targeting only people's nasal bones before following up with a kick to the groin, guaranteeing that they lost the ability to fight.
Soon, he had charged deep into enemy territory and was approaching the teachers' stand. Bang!
Wayne had gone completely berserk. Crabbe stood in his way.
Before he could figure out what was happening, Wayne knocked him unconscious with a brick conjured from his wand.
Seeing how brutal Wayne was, Malfoy's legs began to tremble. "You gave me a 1.0 rating, and you've already beaten Crabbe, so you can't beat me too!" "L-Lawrence, I didn't curse you."
"Of course not, Malfoy. You're my friend." Wayne smiled brightly, his white teeth gleaming in the sunlight. "I'm borrowing your lackey."
Without waiting for Malfoy's answer, he grabbed the unconscious Crabbe and hurled him toward the stands. "Oof!"
Quirrell, who had been concentrating on casting a spell, was hit squarely. His turban nearly fell off, and he hurriedly interrupted his spell to adjust it.
Harry, who had been struggling with his broom the entire time, had finally returned to normal. He saw the Golden Snitch!
Snape also breathed a sigh of relief, then frowned and turned to look to the side. Why is it so noisy?
"Stop! All of you, stop!" "Petrificus Totalus!" "Petrificus Totalus!"
Professor McGonagall finally arrived at the scene of the fight. She shouted several times at first, but when