Moriarty held that flash of gold in one hand. The Golden Snitch had initially struggled restlessly in his palm, but it soon quieted down—Moriarty clenched the glory that belonged to him.
At the same time, he received 200 points for completing the mission, along with an extra 300 points from the system for winning the Quidditch Cup.
Moriarty raised his fist and swooped down from the sky, enjoying the glory of success at the center of this grand stage of competition.
The stands of Slytherin, Ravenclaw, and Hufflepuff merged into a green sea. Only the Gryffindor stands lay in dead silence, but no one cared about them.
Students from the three houses surged into the pitch like waves of people, hoisting the Slytherin Quidditch Team players onto their shoulders.
Tonks seemed to have prepared for this long ago, pointing her wand at the sky—Gemma, Lilith, Penelope, and hundreds of other girls did the same!
Bang! Bang! Bang!
Huge magical fireworks burst from their wands, transforming into dazzling stars and a gigantic Silver Snake!
"This is a gift from the Eternal Shine Fan Club to Mr. Moriarty!" Tonks cheered excitedly. "The match is over! 150 to 0! Slytherin slaughtered the Lions and shut out Gryffindor! This is a great victory for the Silver Snake! Moriarty has lifted the trophy! Let's celebrate together!!!"
Surrounded by the crowd, Moriarty raised the trophy high. Time seemed to freeze at that very moment, while the Gryffindor players sat on their knees on the ground in despair.
Charlie's face was as red as his hair. The match was over!
Gryffindor's winter had ended. There was no need to think about it—over the next long stretch of time, perhaps three years, five years, or even seven, Gryffindor would become a laughingstock.
Charlie looked up at Moriarty. As