Quidditch Showdown

The Halloween incident passed, and some changes also occurred in the castle.

That was the resignation of Quirinus Quirrell, the professor for Defense Against the Dark Arts.

"So, you used a non-existent treasure to make all the wizards in London your informants?"

On the high platform, Dumbledore seemed no different from the other enthusiastic teachers and students, but he was secretly communicating with Klein.

He was wearing a thick, silver-grey robe and holding two small flags, one in each hand.

Gryffindor and Slytherin.

Today was the Quidditch match between the two houses!

"Not informants, just causing a little trouble for Voldemort so he doesn't have the energy to stir up trouble."

In the green camp representing Slytherin, Klein smiled casually, not telling the whole truth.

This pawn placed in Knockturn Alley was not just for restraining Voldemort.

"What exactly are you planning, Klein? What do you want?"

Dumbledore found that he seemed to be unable to see through this child anymore.

Perhaps, what he thought he understood before was just a disguise?

This feeling of only being able to hope the other party doesn't go down the wrong path, while being powerless to do anything, even unable to nip it in the bud.

It was truly exhausting.

"Don't worry, I don't want anything."

Klein still chuckled, his sapphire blue eyes filled with indifference.

He didn't want anything because he could easily obtain anything.

The peace he craved was one where nothing could cause him negative emotions like anxiety, unease, or panic.

Everything had to operate according to his designs.

Confidence? Arrogance? Conceit?

Perhaps all of them.

But this was him, the unique Klein Grindelwald.

A madman who wanted to reach the pinnacle of magic once again in a different way!

"I'll keep an eye on you and won't let you mess around.

At least, not while I'm alive."

Through the telepathic message, Dumbledore muttered softly, his tone full of helplessness.

Were all Grindelwalds like this?

"Watch the match, Headmaster, watch the match."

Klein naturally didn't know that he had made the "greatest wizard" feel a sense of his own aging.

Watching the two Quidditch teams take to the air on the field, he pretended to be excited and shouted, then cut off their connection.

"Slytherin, go, go, go!" "Beat them!" "Knock that Potter off!"

Unlike Klein, who remained indifferent, the surrounding Slytherin students were in a state of unbelievable fervor.

The surging banners formed a turbulent green ocean.

And in the Gryffindor stands not far away, the atmosphere was similar.

Red and green, gold and silver.

The tide of the duel began!

"Alright, I'm your friend, Lee Jordan.

The match begins, and the Quaffle was immediately snatched by Gryffindor's Angelina Johnson. She's an excellent Chaser, and quite attractive too..."

At the commentary box, the black young man with dreadlocks was about to make a suggestive remark when he was ruthlessly interrupted by Professor McGonagall beside him.

The usually stern witch sat in the co-commentator's seat, strictly monitoring Lee Jordan's every word and action.

Well, actually, her main purpose was to watch the match up close.

She was a fervent Quidditch enthusiast herself!

"Sorry, Professor, let's get back to the match. Angelina passed the ball to Alicia Spinnet. Oh no, Slytherin intercepted!"

Lee Jordan was a Gryffindor, and his commentary was clearly biased.

When Slytherin's Marcus Flint made a brilliant interception, he actually wailed.

However, the Slytherin green ocean erupted in thunderous cheers, and even Klein, deep within it, couldn't help but nod slightly.

Their Slytherin Quidditch captain did have some skills.

Slytherin's captain stepped forward first, but Gryffindor's captain, Wood, was not to be trifled with.

A block, a swing of the bat, a beautiful interception, Marcus Flint failed to score, and the ball returned to Gryffindor's hands.

For a time, the two academies exchanged blows, and it was a draw.

"So, is there really a need for the position of Seeker?"

After watching all sorts of fancy skill displays and complex aerial maneuvers, Klein's gaze shifted away from the players on the field.

He squinted and searched for a while, then focused his attention on Harry Potter, who was playing for the first time.

If one had to find a word to describe the "Seeker" in Quidditch, it would undoubtedly be "outsider."

You dribble, I'll idle.

You intercept, I'll idle.

You score, I'll idle.

A Bludger is coming, I...

No, I can't idle through this.

I'll dodge first, then continue idling~

There's no sense of participation at all.

In short, in Klein's opinion, it was an extremely boring and unrewarding position.

Simple and unadorned, and boring.

But for some reason, the Seeker seemed to be the most important position on every team, the so-called center position.

One could only say that wizards had truly peculiar thought processes.

"Send him off, red card, red card!"

As Klein was lost in thought, Lee Jordan's loud voice suddenly pulled him back to reality.

Upon closer inspection, it turned out that Slytherin's captain, Marcus Flint, had used some underhanded tactics to foul Harry, nearly knocking him off his broom.

A huge wave of boos and anger erupted from the Gryffindor side, while the Slytherin side cheered.

Klein chuckled, unconcerned.

It's sports, bumps and bruises are inevitable. To win, using a few tricks isn't that normal?

However, his typical Slytherin spirit was not recognized by the referee, so Gryffindor was awarded a penalty kick.

The match continued.

"Oh, be careful!"

Gryffindor was temporarily leading, but Ron and the others couldn't relax.

Those Slytherin scoundrels were too insidious, their dirty tricks were endless!

In the girls' section, Hermione was also very nervous, constantly shouting, causing the paper bag in her hand to deform from her grip.

"Those Slytherins are detestable!"

The deep-seated animosity between the two houses meant the impulsive lions had always struggled against the cunning snakes. It was the same now; although their players were working hard, they couldn't cope with the endless stream of dirty tricks.

The score was tied, then they fell behind, then they were significantly behind.

Many Gryffindor students' faces turned as red as their banners.

And at this moment, a huge change occurred on the field.

It was Harry.

Harry Potter had spotted the Snitch!

He swooped low, diving downwards at extreme speed.

This was an incredibly reckless move.

But...

He succeeded!

The match ended, and Gryffindor won the final victory!

"Hmph."

On the Slytherin platform, Snape watched the cheering figure on the broom with undisguised disgust.

But when the excitement flared in those green eyes, he fell silent and turned his head away wordlessly.