"It's the Golden Snitch! He spat out the Golden Snitch!"
An excited Lee announced the result of the match.
Harry took his eyes off his palm and looked toward the Ravenclaw stands.
He did not see Marietta's deeply dissatisfied little expression. All he saw was Cho beside her, rising to applaud.
Once a boy had a girl in his heart, his whole world contained no one but her.
Having felt her goodwill, Harry could not describe how he truly felt at that moment.
He did not know his teammates were hugging him, nor did he know he was being tossed high into the air.
In his beautiful eyes, there was only Cho, smiling gently at him.
"Why does Potter keep looking at you?" Marietta covered her mouth in surprise after saying it.
Cho turned around calmly. "He's probably thanking me, isn't he?"
"That makes sense. Without your hint, he probably wouldn't have caught the Golden Snitch."
Neither of them gave it any deeper thought.
Only a few perceptive people in the entire stadium could tell.
As someone who had had a girlfriend in his previous life, Vincent could not help inwardly marveling at the atmosphere over here in Europe and America as he tossed Harry upward.
If he had dared to have such thoughts back then, a beating from both men and women would have been the least of his problems.
"330 to 0!" Wood caught Harry with both hands and threw his arms around him with all his strength.
"We gave Slytherin a goose egg! This is the team's best result in decades!"
Harry struggled desperately, feeling miserable from being squeezed so tightly.
"Vincent, you too—"
"Sorry, I have something important to do."
Faced with such a distinctly British celebration, Vincent promptly made himself scarce.
"Oh, Harry!" Wood hugged