"Oh, this is quite surprising. It's rare for you to come watch a Quidditch Match these days, isn't it?" Cedric greeted Albert, who was seated beside him, with a smile.
Ignoring Cedric's teasing, Albert pulled out a pair of Binoculars from his robe pocket and began observing the situation above the pitch.
Cedric briefly introduced the two teams on the field to Albert. Compared with the heavily suppressed Slytherin Team, the Ravenclaw Team was clearly performing much better.
At the very least, they were more confident and worked together with greater coordination. They had clearly put plenty of effort into training, so not long after the match began, the Ravenclaw Team scored three goals in rapid succession as though blessed by luck.
But from Albert's perspective, both teams were truly rather mediocre, with nothing particularly impressive about either of them.
"Is this a contest to see who sucks less?"
Cedric froze for a moment, clearly not expecting such an assessment from Albert. Raising his brows slightly, he said, "Probably because of the generational gap. Neither side has fully recovered yet."
"Perhaps."
Albert did not argue. He actually knew that few people cared about such things. Being able to watch a Quidditch Match at all was good enough at the moment.
Since the Ravenclaw Team had already opened up a substantial lead and neither side had caught the Golden Snitch, the match entered what was known as garbage time.
"Oh, come on, how could he mess that up?"
When Albert saw Ravenclaw's Seeker miss a chance to catch the Golden Snitch right before his eyes, he could not help suspecting that the other boy had deliberately chosen not to catch it. What happened next proved Albert's guess correct.
The Ravenclaw Team wanted to run up the score!
After all, the higher