Violent Competition

"Anduin, I didn't expect you to be so vicious when you curse someone. Did you see Travers's expression just now? His face turned red with anger," Vivian said with a smile, covering her mouth as she spoke to Anduin after everyone had left.

"But you are, after all, students of Slytherin. This will make your situation in the house worse. I've caused you trouble," Charles said, recovering his slightly shy demeanor after Travers left, blaming himself to the two of them.

"You don't need to apologize to anyone. Backing down will only lead to them pushing their luck. Only by learning to fight back can you become stronger. Weakness is the original sin. Although I don't like trouble, I'm not afraid. And as a Muggle-born wizard in Slytherin, I was mentally prepared long ago," Anduin said calmly, looking at Charles.

These pure-blood young wizards weren't enough to keep him awake at night.

He then turned to Vivian and said, "As for you, Vivian, if they dare to cause you trouble, tell me, and I'll find a way for you."

Vivian nodded and said, "Don't worry, Vanessa senior takes good care of us. Besides, I'm the third in line to inherit the Bulstrode family. They wouldn't dare do anything to me."

Anduin, on the other hand, looked at Vivian with newfound respect. He hadn't expected her to be third in line for inheritance. No wonder she, a Squib, and a Muggle-born child, was so valued by her family. It seemed Vivian's family was indeed dwindling in numbers.

After chatting for a while longer, the three parted ways and entered the stadium. Anduin and Vivian also went up to a spectator stand, where Vanessa senior had saved them seats.

"I heard you had a conflict with Travers at the stadium entrance? We need to learn to be united in our house. Our house's situation isn't good, and the House Cup is a distant hope. Sigh." Many people had passed by when Anduin and his group were arguing with Travers, and the news had reached Vanessa. She began to lecture the two of them.

Anduin couldn't help but curl his lips at Vanessa's words. He didn't want to disrupt unity, but he was afraid some people wouldn't agree. Moreover, in his opinion, Vanessa was too soft. What was the use of just lecturing and advising afterward? Without some forceful methods, those unruly little snakes couldn't be controlled.

The two of them casually responded to Vanessa. Seeing this, Vanessa could only feel helpless. As a prefect, she had a strong obsession with the House Cup. However, influenced by the undercurrents of the wizarding war, Slytherin House had been restless. Since she enrolled, Slytherin had not won the House Cup, and they had been mutually harming Gryffindor almost every year, only to watch Ravenclaw and Hufflepuff snatch the prize.

The gloomy weather today seemed to be telling everyone in the stadium that the upcoming match wouldn't be particularly sunny. After the players from both sides entered the field, Madam Rolanda Hooch soon blew her whistle, announcing the official start of the first Quidditch match of the academic year.

Anduin swore he had never seen such a barbaric sport. As soon as the match began, the two teams collided, including the Seekers on both sides. And when the Chasers got the Quaffle, instead of attacking and shooting immediately, they directly smashed it at their opponents. In Anduin's view, this situation even gave a ridiculous sense of passing the ball to the opponent.

The Beaters on both sides were even more ferocious. When a Bludger passed by, they would hit it towards their opponents. If there were no Bludgers, they would directly swing their bats at each other. The two sides even employed tactics. Gryffindor formed a circular formation to try and surround Slytherin, while Slytherin players formed a triangular formation to launch a group charge at their opponents.

Anduin found himself watching with great interest. Unfortunately, Madam Hooch couldn't stand it anymore and quickly blew for a timeout. In the first ten minutes of the match, there hadn't been a single shot. Instead, several players on both sides had bruised faces.

Anduin secretly lamented the pity. In fact, compared to the game itself, he was more interested in the fighting. Moreover, the various tactical moves of both sides opened his eyes.

During the short timeout, Professor McGonagall and Madam Hooch entered the field and issued warnings to both sides. The subsequent match did enter a proper track, with the Chasers on both sides beginning normal offense and defense, while the Beaters continued to fight fiercely amongst themselves.

And various fouls were endless, such as double-teaming, elbowing, pulling, kicking. Anduin even saw a player spit at his opponent, which gave him a strange sense of déjà vu. This scene was very similar to a game he had played in his previous life called Road Rash.

Anduin felt like Madam Hooch's whistle was about to break from blowing. Foul, penalty, penalty, foul. The entire match proceeded in this bizarre atmosphere, while Professor McGonagall by the commentary booth watched this farce with a dark expression.

The match continued for over an hour. Slytherin had already had one player sent off and one player injured and taken off the field. Gryffindor's Seeker also accidentally slipped off his broom and broke his leg, being taken off the field injured.

The current situation was that Slytherin only had 5 players left, at a numerical disadvantage. Gryffindor, although having one more person, did not have a Seeker.

It should be noted that Quidditch has no substitutes. Therefore, although the situation on the field became 5 against 6, the match could not end unless the Golden Snitch was caught or both team captains agreed. And looking at the demeanor of the two captains, friendly communication was unlikely.

However, Gryffindor no longer had a Seeker, so the situation on the field was that unless Slytherin caught the Golden Snitch, this match could not end. The current score was 70 to 130, with Gryffindor leading. Gryffindor had arranged for two players to interfere with Slytherin's Seeker. Under these circumstances, the match between the two sides seemed to have no end in sight.

Another hour passed, and the score became 110 to 280. Gryffindor, after all, had an extra person, making scoring much easier. But at this point, Slytherin's Seeker completely lost the desire to look for the Golden Snitch. Even if he caught it, they would still lose, so why bother looking?

Then this strange match became increasingly bizarre. Slytherin's Seeker had no intention of looking for the Golden Snitch. Gryffindor seemed to have realized something and began to tighten their defense, no longer attacking aggressively, trying to conserve energy. While Slytherin's offense was fierce, they were already one person short compared to the opponent. With 5 people, one of whom was the Seeker, it was equivalent to 4 against 6, and they couldn't break through at all.