Professor McGonagall lowered her head in thought and sighed.
"Slytherin will most likely win. Compared to Slytherin, where everyone comes from pure-blood families, few Young Wizards in Gryffindor have received flying training in advance, let alone professional training from actual players like Malfoy."
Although Professor McGonagall desperately wanted her own House to win, after a rational analysis, she understood that it was almost impossible.
Even if Gryffindor's Young Wizards were all talented, without training and without having realized that talent, they were no match for Slytherin's Young Wizards, who had extensive flying experience.
"Oh, really? I think Gryffindor will win." Dumbledore narrowed his eyes slightly, a gentle light gleaming within them. "Don't forget Harry. His father, James, was very talented, and Harry is the Savior besides. I believe the Savior can create miracles!"
Professor McGonagall had not expected Dumbledore to have such faith in Harry. "But James only became an outstanding Seeker after a long period of training. Harry may be the Savior, but the prophecy never said he had talent for Quidditch."
Dumbledore did not argue. A faint smile rested on his face as he turned to Professor McGonagall beside him and said softly,
"Then let us wait and see whether Harry can truly bring us a miracle."
Seeing Dumbledore's confident expression, ripples quietly stirred in Professor McGonagall's previously calm heart, and she could not help but feel a trace of anticipation. "I hope it is as you say. Let us see."
In the sky, at Madam Hooch's whistle, the players shot out like arrows loosed from a bow. The match had begun!
Just as Professor McGonagall had expected, the moment the two sides clashed, Slytherin's Young Wizards completely suppressed Gryffindor's.
The Slytherin Young Wizards had clearly all undergone specialized Quidditch training and possessed a solid foundation. Among them,