Dumbledore's Nimble Skills

They had said they would chat for a while before leaving, and before they knew it, evening had arrived.

Since they had already stayed this long, they might as well leave after dinner.

"Professor Moody, would you like to watch the match with us?"

One match would not take much time. Might as well watch it.

After England and Scotland suffered back-to-back defeats, none of the fans had much faith in the Wales team.

At eight that evening,

St. Mungo's Hospital for Magical Maladies and Injuries,

Wales and the other still-recovering members of the Special Squad arrived punctually from their wards at the first-floor lobby.

They had arrived early, but chose a quiet corner to sit in.

After the lengthy advertisements and interviews, the players finally made their entrance.

Accompanied by the breath of a fire dragon in the sky, the Wales team flew out from the flames.

After that, an elegant grey crowned crane from East Africa stood at the center of the pitch.

Its feathers were various shades of grey, while its flight feathers were white, and its wingtips and tail feathers were brown.

After a crisp, pleasant cry, it spread its wings and flew a circle around the stadium before finally scattering into countless dazzling, beautiful stars.

The Uganda team emerged from the continuously falling starlight, facing the Wales team across the pitch.

The match was not as one-sided as expected. Both sides traded blows, and the score remained extremely close.

Unfortunately, Uganda's Seeker spotted the Golden Snitch first and swiftly caught it, ending the match at 110:270.

Although Wales was deeply disappointed after watching the entire match, he could not help feeling a little proud as well.

Of Britain's three teams, only Wales had avoided a crushing defeat. For the fans, that was truly something worth