Below, the match was fiercely contested. Gryffindor and Slytherin players chased each other, and the gap in the score gradually widened.
Slytherin was ahead of Gryffindor.
Gryffindor's players were no weaker than Slytherin's, but Slytherin kept resorting to dirty tricks without the slightest restraint.
Whenever they saw the Gryffindors' angry, aggrieved, helpless expressions, they burst into laughter.
Harry flew high in the air, taking in everything below.
Everyone thought Harry was looking for the Golden Snitch, but they did not know he was watching the Slytherin players swagger around the pitch.
His attention was entirely on Slytherin. How could he spare any thought for the Golden Snitch?
He was here to have fun, not to be set up by others.
Quidditch? To hell with it!
The Quaffle was knocked aside.
The quick-eyed Wood rushed toward the Quaffle, while Flint gave chase from the side. The two flew neck and neck, shoving and jostling without yielding an inch.
Flint suddenly gave Wood a sinister grin.
Wood sensed trouble and was about to pull away from Flint, but before he could act, Flint had already slammed into him.
Wood was sent flying to the side, and Flint seized the Quaffle.
He charged forward and arrived before Gryffindor's three goal hoops. He had already imagined what would happen next.
He would not shoot. He would smash the ball into Gryffindor's Keeper and knock him away, then his teammate behind him would immediately catch the Quaffle and throw it through the hoops.
Without that annoying Keeper, this would finally get interesting!
He had no doubts that he and his teammates could coordinate so smoothly. After all, they had done this sort of thing many times before...
Ten seconds earlier, Harry watched the Quaffle get squeezed away in the scramble.