"Wood!"
"Flint!"
The two team captains, floating in mid-air, shook hands in a rather "friendly" manner.
Vincent's situation is similar.
Derian Pucey, also Chaser, glared at him angrily, his face flushed.
"Wayne, Quidditch is all about teamwork; individual skill is completely useless!"
"Thank you for your guidance." Vincent tightened his grip. "I hope your tricks will be more sophisticated, and you won't act like sore losers."
Pucey forcefully pulled his hand away. "I'll remember you, Wayne."
Li, standing in the stands, immediately launched into a tirade. "How dare Derian Pucey do that? He has absolutely no sportsmanship!"
"Mr. Lee Jordan, please focus on your commentary."
"Okay, Professor."
Looking down at Terence Higgs, a seventh-grader, Harry felt a little intimidated.
He has learned a lot of fighting techniques, but his physique is simply too different.
"Potter, I'll definitely be faster than you."
Harry nervously let go of her hand.
With so many spectators, the opponent even gave them a hard time right from the start.
"We are brave and fearless, we are fearless, we are Gryffindor!"
Vincent, the leader of the atmosphere team, gave the opening shout, and the twins and the Little Lions in the audience all joined in.
On the other hand, only a few Slytherin were shouting.
Snape, his face dark, tilted his head and looked behind him.
"We are strong and calm, we are elegant and self-possessed, we never regret, we are Slytherin!"
Li had more to say, "Let's all compare and see, don't we Gryffindor?"
McGonagall couldn't hide her smile. "Mr. Lee Jordan, please focus on your commentary."
"Okay, Professor."
The two teams, totaling fourteen people, spread out and stared at each other from a distance.
Hermione in the audience was very nervous.
She wasn't worried about the twins Vincent.
Her only worry was that the opponent would get the Golden Snitch at the start of the game.
"Both teams are in position. Madam Hooch is now entering the arena. The match is about to begin!"
Madam Hooch stood in front of a trembling large chest, her hawk-like eyes sweeping over the fourteen people one by one.
"I hope both sides can compete at their best and with good sportsmanship."
She gently kicked the box open, and the two Bludger and the Golden Snitch instantly darted out.
Li then explained, "The Golden Snitch is worth 150 points. The game ends when the Seeker catches it."
Madam Hooch bent down, picked up the round Quaffle, and tossed it into the air.
"The Quaffle is thrown, the game officially begins!"
Vincent took a deep breath and pushed the performance of the Rascal Rabbit to its limit.
"My God, Wayne is as fast as lightning, he's already got the Quaffle!"
The two Slytherin Chaser charged straight at them.
Vincent pulled up the broom handle and flew over their heads.
"Goalkeeper Bletchley is ready, can he stop Wayne's shot?"
The Quaffle was thrown out with force, drawing a beautiful arc in the air.
"What a pity, Bletchley was just a little short!"
McGonagall unconsciously loosened her pursed lips. "Mr. Lee Jordan, please focus on your explanation."
"Okay, Professor."
When Vincent got the Quaffle again, both of Slytherin's Beater set their sights on him.
"Dude, fly all you want!" The twins flew over, holding their baseball bats high.
"I've never been worried." Vincent swung his left hand, which was covered in protective gear, forward and knocked away a Bludger that was about to hit his face.
"That's incredible! Wayne's counter- Bludger hit Warrington directly. Slytherin Quidditch Team finally got what they deserved!"
"Mr. Lee Jordan— "
"Okay, Professor." Li readily agreed this time.
"Wayne accelerated past them, oh my god, he's heading straight for the goal."
Bletchley was in the middle, eager to get started.
He was careless just now; he didn't expect the Quaffle to curve in the air.
But this time he was prepared, and he didn't believe he could concede another goal.
With the Rascal Rabbit's terrifying acceleration, Vincent reached the goal in less than three seconds.
He threw the accelerated Quaffle with all his might.
Bletchley grinned maliciously, catching the Quaffle that arrived in an instant with both hands.
However, he underestimated the ball's speed and overestimated his own strength.
"Merlin, the Quaffle carries Bletchley through the goal! Gryffindor another 10 points!"
Like a solo performance, Vincent scored two incredible goals in a row.
Draco, looking sullen, abandoned his idea of becoming the Chaser next year.
Trying to steal the ball from this formidable player?
Pucey's near-fall from his broom proves that this was not a wise move.
"Wayne's third shot was an incredibly long-range effort!"
Li stood up excitedly.
Will he be able to score?
McGonagall, with her telescope in hand, was intently tracking the Quaffle.
"No, no, no, no..." Snape's mutterings had absolutely no effect on the shot.
The Quaffle, as if connected to the left goal, went through Bletchley's legs.
"He succeeded!" Li Chao waved his fist on the field. "Less than three minutes into the game, Wayne had already scored 30 points for the Gryffindor Quidditch Team."
Merlin's Gwent! He could totally apply for a job with the England national team!
"If I were Mr. Bagman, I would stop at nothing to take down Wayne!"
McGonagall put away her binoculars without saying anything this time.
Judging from her restless little hands, her true thoughts are probably similar to Li's.
Gryffindor Quidditch Team has a sure win in this match.
"Despicable! The Slytherin Quidditch Team actually sent two Beater to keep an eye on Wayne!"
Vincent skillfully dodged two Bludger and caught the Quaffle that Angelina threw to him.
He believed in the Rascal Rabbit's performance, just as his teammates believed in their own ability to score goals.
"Bletchley has been dribbled into the goal by Quaffle again. I think he'll set a new record after the game!"
The twins grinned mischievously as they hit two Bludger, declaring, "He's the student who's been dribbled through the goal the most times in history!"
Warrington, the Slytherin Chaser, who made a sudden stop in mid-air, accidentally dropped the Quaffle he had just acquired.
Pucey and Marcus flew down immediately.
However, Vincent was faster than them.
He scooped up the Quaffle with his left hand and threw it forcefully behind him.
Closing your eyes is a bit of an exaggeration, but turning your back is still possible.
It happened so suddenly that before Bletchley had even reached the right-hand goal, the Quaffle had already passed by.
"It's incredible, I can't believe this is real."
Hermione closed her jaw, which had dropped in surprise.
She now realized that it wasn't Vincent being too narcissistic, but rather that the little wizard with the Felix Felicis effect was just that outrageous.
If you max out your Quidditch proficiency, you could probably score with your eyes closed.
Not far away in the Hufflepuff stands, Cedric had a bitter face.
Even though the Quaffle is round and anything can happen, he still couldn't convince himself.
"Cedric, all you have to do is be faster than Potter."
Rolf's words of comfort had only a minor effect.
Vincent had already scored 90 points in just 5 minutes of the game.
What was the fastest record for catching Golden Snitch?
"Ten minutes? Do you think I can finish in ten minutes?"
"Believe in yourself," Rolf patted him on the back. "You can definitely do it faster."
Cedric forced a somewhat awkward smile. "It's not a matter of speed, it's about luck—"
"Merlin's Rascal Rabbit! Wayne scores again, Gryffindor has now reached 100 points!"
Rolf's expression froze.
Instead of pinning their hopes on Cedric, they should pray that Hufflepuff doesn't lose too badly.