Educational Decree No. 25

However, the situation suddenly took a sharp turn for the worse. First, Alicia was hit by Bludger during an attack and fell to the ground, forcing her to retire from the match. Then, the player who replaced her was also eliminated by Crabbe's Golden Headshot.

"It seems their apes have their own methods." Angelina remained completely calm. The score was now 70-10, and as long as Harry could catch the Golden Snitch quickly, they could win.

Her idea was good, but the problem was that the Golden Snitch Golden Snitch had disappeared. Harry looked around but couldn't find him anywhere.

He could only hang in mid-air with Draco, desperately searching for the Golden Snitch.

"This time, I'm going to win!" Draco taunted Harry. "Don't worry, Harry, when I catch the Golden Snitch and win, I think you'll celebrate with me too."

"Having dreams is a good thing," Harry said bluntly, "But unfortunately, they're not very realistic, are they?"

Draco nodded, but didn't respond.

"Oh dear— Katie Bell, she made a mistake during her flight and has crashed..." Lee Jordan was still commentating. "Let's see how she is... Alas, it's a pity she can no longer continue. Let's give a round of applause to Miss Bell —she was a true Gryffindor!"

"We need a technical timeout!" Angelina raised her hand, signaling to referee Madam Hooch to request a timeout.

Madam Hooch blew her whistle to announce a technical pause.

"We need to change our tactics," Angelina said grimly as the team gathered. "We can't go on like this. Slytherin's tactics are just too dirty, Harry... I need you to catch the Golden Snitch quickly!"

"I'd like to too," Harry said, spreading his hands. "But the Golden Snitch seems to have hidden itself away this time; there's no way to find it..."

"Then do your best, Harry." Angelina sighed, rubbing her Jingming Acupoint. "We need to stabilize the situation; we can't let it get any worse. After the break, we need to figure out how to avoid further losses..."

"Wait a minute?" Ron suddenly leaned closer, rubbing his chin as he looked at the Slytherin Captain holding a small notebook not far away and muttered, "This bastard is just looking at a little notebook over there? Look, blood, hell."

"I suspect it's on their Target List, specifically designed to reduce our numbers," Fred guessed. "How could they be so despicable?"

"He made this gesture." George held up one finger. "Look, Malfoy is smiling broadly. I have no idea what he's laughing about."

"He's probably saying he wants to take down that Weasley," Fred said from the side. "You see, Crabbe and Goyle, those two gorillas, will definitely ask, 'Which Weasley?' and Malfoy will say, 'Damn it, it's the one who's guarding the goal. How can I expect you to take down two that look exactly alike?'"

Fred's imitation was so vivid, he looked exactly like the real Crabbe and Goyle, which amused everyone around him.

"Keep it up!" Angelina straightened her clothes and said resolutely, "Treat every minute as if it were your last, and don't be afraid to lose!"

"Come on, guys," Fred called out, gesturing for everyone to gather around. "Hold out your hands, come on, put them in the middle..."

As soon as he finished speaking, the six players gathered together, placing their hands in the middle to form a circle.

"Three, two, one... Go!" they shouted in unison.

When the timeout ended, the players took to the air together.

"Oh, right, Fred, and George," Angelina added as she took off, "I want you two to aim for their defenders—and their Chaser —whenever possible. Don't hold back; it's time to go all out!"

"Understood, Lady." The two bowed in a comical manner.

However, once the pause ended, Slytherin began to organize a furious counterattack.

With Gryffindor down three Chaser, leaving only a substitute and Angelina on the field, they were unable to mount a significant counterattack.

"Oh dear, this play... it's not Weasley's fault," Lee Jordan sighed. "Faced with a double team of three defenders and Bludger from the opposing Chaser, all I can say is—he did his best."

The score went from 70-10 to 70-210.

There was really no other way. Ron had already saved so many sure-fire goals, and everyone knew he couldn't do any better.

The gap was almost 150 points.

Just then, Harry finally noticed the Golden Snitch.

He finally moved, turning the Firebolt and accelerating toward the Golden Snitch.

Angelina noticed Harry's movements and called out, "Hold on tight, there's a way!"

"Go for it!" George and Fred shouted together, Fred swinging his bat to block the fatal blow for Angelina.

He also returned the Bludger to Goyle.

"Well done!" Angelina waved her arm. "We're switching to defense now—I'm sure Harry will catch the Golden Snitch soon! We're down by 140 points now, but catching the Golden Snitch will give us 150 points, and we'll still be the winners!"

"That's assuming he's quick enough," Fred added from the sidelines. "If he plays like he does in the World Cup, then he'll become Krum, and we'll become the tragic Bulgarian team..."

"Shut up!" Angelina yelled, turning around.

Just then, Slytherin launched another defensive counterattack.

Gryffindor shot, Angelina, with the ball tucked under one arm, began her charge towards the Slytherin.

The Slytherin players began to converge on Angelina in Pinzi formation.

Crabbe swung his club and hit Bludger toward Angelina's only exit.

With the exit blocked, Angelina had no choice but to grit her teeth and fly forward.

However, the Slytherin captain's Broom Speed was simply too fast. He quickly caught up with Angelina and began to repeatedly ram her with his strong body.

They don't even try to take the ball; they just bump into people for fun.

"This guy..." George angrily swung his club, flew to the side of the Bludger, and swung it hard at the Slytherin captain.

However, while the effort was strong enough, the accuracy was lacking. Instead of hitting the Slytherin captain, the ball hit an unlucky Chaser standing nearby.

"That's quite an achievement," Fred whistled.

Slytherin also brought on their last substitute, and both teams were now locked in a fierce battle.

The students below were also shouting wildly, cheering for their own team.

Luna's hat kept making a loud noise, drawing attention amidst the cheers and shouts.

Just then, Warrinton intercepted the ball that Angelina was holding.

He and the other two Chaser quickly turned their brooms around and launched a final assault on the Gryffindor goal!

They certainly noticed Harry and Draco's actions and needed to put the ball in the goal before the two of them decided their match!

By this time, it was too late for the Gryffindor players to stop the three broomsticks flying so fast. The long flight and the high-intensity defense with one less player had already exhausted them.

The three men passed the Bludger to each other in Pinzi formation, trying to distract Ron.

Ron hovered in mid-air, his mind focused intently on the three players.

Just then, the ball was passed to Warrinton.

He feigned a pass, but in the instant Ron turned his broom, he threw a deadly shot towards the goal.

The entire stadium fell silent; there was no more noise. Everyone held their breath, staring intently at the equalizer.

Will it get in?

However, Ron leaped from the broom at an unlikely angle, punching the sure- Bludger into the goal's range with his fists clenched.

This goalkeeper, making his first appearance for Gryffindor, whom the Slytherin considered a rookie, has now become Wall of Sighs blocking the Slytherin' path.

Meanwhile, Harry catches the Golden Snitch.

"Beep beep—beep!"

Madam Hooch blew the whistle to end the match.

"My God, what is this?!" Jordan screamed hysterically, his voice hoarse. "A save! A world-class save! Weasley has done it! Don't give Slytherin any more chances! The Great Gryffindor goalkeeper!! He has carried on the glorious tradition of Gryffindors! Oliver Wood and Charlie Weasley are with him at this moment! He is not fighting alone! Harry! Harry Potter has caught the Golden Snitch! The game is over! Gryffindor Quidditch Team has defeated Slytherin 220 to 210! Gryffindor!"

Professor McGonagall had no intention of scolding Jordan; she had already stood up long before Ron made that historic save.

At that moment, she was like a young girl, clasping her hands together and standing on tiptoe, cheering and jumping for joy.

These kids are amazing!

After making the save, Ron was rescued by Fred, who rushed over, and landed on his broom.

"Well done!" Fred shouted. "Merlin's stinky socks! How did you do that! Such a beautiful save! You're the hero today, Ron!"

"I'd love to know what the Slytherin think," Ron said, sitting on his broom with a chuckle. "I wonder if that crown-shaped badge will be a disgrace to them— the Weasley is their king, ha!"

"We must celebrate today!" Angelina exclaimed, her face beaming. "We must celebrate our victory, and our incredibly brave goalkeeper! Our agile Seeker! You are the greatest contributors to our triumph!"

"Actually, I didn't do much," Harry waved his hand. "The Golden Snitch had disappeared somewhere, and by the time I found it, the score was already alarmingly high."

"Haha." They chuckled as they returned to the locker room and changed into their casual clothes.

Meanwhile, the spectators around the playing field began to leave, discussing the match with great interest—except for the Slytherin.

Back in the Great Hall, Harry and his teammates were chatting and laughing, discussing visiting Katie Bell and Alicia Spinnet at the Hospital Wing later.

However, the students in front of them gathered around the bulletin board in the Great Hall.

"What's wrong?" Harry asked, leaning closer.

"It's Educational Decree No. 25," Hermione said, staring at the Educational Decree with a complicated expression. "Good heavens, I really didn't expect Umbridge to spoil the mood at a time like this—she's disgusting, isn't she?"

"What does it say?" Ron couldn't see the Educational Decree; a crowd had gathered around him.

Hermione read to him, "From now on, the High Inquisitor has the highest authority over all matters concerning punishment, sanctions, and deprivation of rights involving Hogwarts students, and has the right to amend such punishments, sanctions, and deprivation of rights imposed by other faculty members."

"Signature: Cornelius Fudge, Minister for Magic, Order of Merlin, First Class, etc..."

"Is she crazy?" Ron looked at her like she was crazy. "Does she have to cause trouble at Hogwarts?"

"I think it's crazy too." Harry patted Ron on the shoulder. "Don't worry, she won't be around for much longer. Let's go to the Great Hall and get something to eat. Are you hungry?"

"I'm hungry." Ron shook his head. "Let's go, have a couple of Butterbeer, I'm really thirsty."

They entered the Great Hall, while Professor McGonagall and Umbridge were having a slightly unpleasant chat in the faculty section.

"Another one!" Professor McGonagall shouted excitedly.

"Indeed," Umbridge said with a forced smile. "Minerva, actually, you've shown me that we need a new ordinance... Remember when you overturned my opinion? I disagreed with the Gryffindor Quidditch team reorganization, and you went to the school board member, Miss Sweeting, who insisted on having the team play. I couldn't tolerate that, so I immediately contacted the Minister for Magic, who also believed that the High Inquisitor must have the power to strip students of their privileges, otherwise she—that is, me—would have less power than an ordinary teacher!"

"You'll make Hogwarts a complete mess sooner or later!" Professor McGonagall roared, barely suppressing her anger.

"But in fact, you've made a complete mess of Hogwarts." Umbridge still had a fake smile. "Look at how Quidditch sport! Four players were seriously injured in one match. That's why I considered suspending Quidditch Match... for the health and safety of the students."

"That's none of your concern, Madam Umbridge," Professor McGonagall said expressionlessly.

"Oh, I suppose that's my job," Umbridge said with a forced smile. "You see, Minister for Magic Cornelius Fudge has granted me certain privileges; I have the authority to make any reforms I want at Hogwarts!"

(End of this chapter)