Ludo's Lethargy

Edinburgh, perched amid sprawling volcanic ash and rocky cliffs, was like an ancient sage, possessing a power that soothed restless hearts. No matter how fierce the storms and undercurrents beyond its borders, once they flowed into this city, they would always turn into gentle, comforting breezes and fine rain.

As a renowned tourist destination in the Muggle world, Edinburgh welcomed an endless stream of Muggle visitors from all over the world throughout the year. King Arthur's Seat, with its sweeping view of the entire city, was an essential stop for every Muggle tourist visiting the area.

Under the misty drizzle, viewed from high above, the climbing Muggles formed an unbroken black stream stretching from the foot of the mountain all the way to its summit.

The Muggles were wholly absorbed in taking in the beauty of this ancient city, also known as the "City of Literature," utterly unaware that a wizarding "sporting gala" was taking place right beside them.

East of Salisbury Cliffs, in a green valley beside the coastline, six towering goal hoops stood, piercing the heavens.

Unlike the gloomy skies outside, the heavens above the valley housing the temporary Quidditch Pitch were a clear blue sky at the turn of spring and summer. A few flawless white clouds dotted it, while the warm sun hung in the southwestern sky, casting a crimson-gold glow over the several thousand wizards in the valley.

Whoosh!

The sudden eruption of thunderous cheers became a fierce gust within the valley, crashing back and forth against the mountain walls on either side and even sweeping away the clouds on the false canopy.

"Without a doubt, Lector has caught the Golden Snitch! He's ended the match!"

At the center of the high stands, Ludo held the hand gripping his wand to his throat, while wildly