Hermione, the English Class Representative. Ravenclaw's overall strength had always been somewhat inferior to Gryffindor's.
Now that their opponents had switched to the latest Nimbus 2001s, the score gap would only grow wider.
At this moment, the Little Eagles could only silently pray that Brook, the substitute, was a fraud.
At the same time, they pinned all their hopes on Brightman.
They hoped he could catch the Golden Snitch before the score gap reached 150 points.
However, Brook's actions made the Little Eagles realize they had been overthinking things.
Madam Hooch's whistle had barely sounded.
Angelina seized the Quaffle at once.
Relying on her superb flying skills and the exceptional performance of the Nimbus 2001, she charged straight toward Ravenclaw's goal like a sharp blade.
At the same time, Flying Pig carried Brook swiftly toward the Golden Snitch it had already locked onto.
When the Snitch entered Brook's field of vision, he reached out instinctively.
The Snitch landed directly in his hand.
Then, it was as though the entire world had fallen silent.
The whistle Madam Hooch had just lowered from her lips fell from the air.
Angelina had just been about to shoot when she saw the opposing Keeper staring blankly into the sky.
She instinctively looked up as well, and then she froze.
Suddenly, someone started clapping, followed by more and more applause.
The entire pitch was instantly drowned in cheers and screams.
All the other Gryffindor players rushed toward Brook.
They lifted Brook up and tossed him into the air.
Brook felt a little embarrassed.
That had ended a bit too quickly!
There had basically been no experience at all.
Commentator Lee Jordan grabbed his microphone, excitedly stepped onto the table, and shouted.
"Brook Lott caught the Golden Snitch! I'd bet it took less than a minute—maybe