Relationship

After the match ended, Gryffindor students surged toward the middle of the pitch, surrounding the Gryffindor Team players who were embracing one another and offering cheers, blessings, and applause for their hard-won victory.

From the stands, after applauding his congratulations, Albert turned his gaze back to the edge of the pitch. Professor McGonagall, bristling with anger, was striding toward Malfoy and his group, who had been so frightened by Harry Potter's Patronus that they had collapsed onto the ground.

"I'd say Marcus Flint must be absolutely dreadful at Defence Against the Dark Arts," Albert said with a smile to Isobel beside him.

"Why do you say that?"

Katrina did not leave immediately either, and she too looked toward the edge of the pitch.

In fact, more than half the spectators were watching what was happening at the edge of the pitch. Hogwarts had never lacked students eager to see Slytherin suffer misfortune.

"If Marcus Flint knew anything about Dementors, he wouldn't have joined Malfoy in this nonsense, and this farce wouldn't have happened," Albert said, watching several people struggle out from beneath their hooded black cloaks. "Let's go over and see what Professor McGonagall is saying. It's rare to see her this furious."

"You... go by yourself!" Katrina ignored Albert after that, linking arms with Isobel as they left the pitch together.

Anger seemed to have robbed Professor McGonagall of some of her reason. She was shouting at Malfoy's group.

"Conspiring to frame the Gryffindor Team's Seeker—such despicable, cowardly tactics! You will all be punished, and Slytherin will lose Fifty points."

Albert had only just approached when he heard Professor McGonagall's voice.

Quite a few students had come over to watch. Malfoy and his group had only just managed to free themselves from their hooded black cloaks, and seeing them