"Potter has spotted the Golden Snitch!"
A shrill voice rang out from the commentary booth. The Gryffindor commentator climbed onto the platform with a microphone and shouted at the top of his lungs, "I'd bet Potter, riding a Firebolt, can finally shatter Anderson's undefeated legend!"
"Look, Anderson is catching up. She's accelerating. How could that antique possibly keep up with a Firebolt? That's... my God, how is this possible? Anderson's Flying Broom is actually faster than a Firebolt!" Desperation seeped into the commentator's voice, and he lost control of his emotions, screaming, "Could Anderson be using the legendary Supreme Firebolt?"
As Alice accelerated and overtook James, not only were the commentators outside the field stunned, but even the spectators watching from the Quidditch Pitch were dumbfounded by the fierce chase.
All the players stopped as well, staring at the distant clash that would decide the match.
Once upon a time, when Alice first played in a match, some mocked her for relying on connections to get onto the team, some mocked her poor Quidditch skills, and others mocked her for competing on an antique broomstick.
And what happened? That dashing young girl rode her Flying Broom, casually caught the Golden Snitch, and took home last year's Quidditch House Cup.
After being utterly crushed, no one from the other Houses dared spout nonsense anymore.
"Look, Anderson's broom is still accelerating. She's about to overtake James."
"It's over. Anderson did it—she caught the Golden Snitch."
Just as the commentator roared at the top of his lungs, Alice, who had been diving alongside James Potter, stretched out an arm longer than James's and snatched the Golden Snitch first. Then she shot up from just above the ground, like a sharp blade piercing the sky.
Alice raised the Golden Snitch high and accepted the