After the "Shatter Ball incident," there was little doubt about the outcome of the match.
Except for Krum, nearly every player on the Bulgarian Team was already thinking about retiring on the spot.
You had to enjoy playing Quidditch.
Hahahahaha!
Like hell I do!
"The England Team has possession! Gasol is on the attack!"
"The Bulgarian Team has completely given up on resisting. Look—even their Keeper is just standing there, lost in thought. Who knows what's going through his mind?"
"An easy dodge and breakthrough, like an old woman crossing the street. Too simple!"
"Gasol shoots—and scores! England has its first hundred and fifty points of the match!"
The score of 150–0 shone clearly on the magically conjured giant screen.
The fans around the pitch once again raised their hoarse voices in cheers.
A lot of unexpected things had happened along the way, but the result was good.
They'd promised a shutout, and a shutout it would be.
England—no, Klein—had really delivered!
"Ugh."
High above, Krum looked utterly stricken. No matter how unwilling he was to accept it, reality had forced him to bow his head.
Klein Grindelwald was too strong.
Strong enough to hold back the entire Bulgarian Team almost single-handedly.
A Beater.
Heh. Who could've imagined a Beater could play like that?
There was probably no one else in the world who could thrive as a Beater like Klein Grindelwald, creating a defense that covered the entire pitch.
They'd lost. They really had.
Krum gripped the handle of his broom tightly, bitterness flooding his heart.
"Phew..."
After breathing out slowly, Krum's gaze gradually hardened.
They'd already lost, but if he could bring the match to an end, he could still preserve the last shred of dignity for himself and Bulgaria.
The Snitch.
As long as he caught the