Snape's Solo Show

As the only goalkeeper captain among the four teams, Oliver Wood's ability is beyond question.

However, Kyle didn't expect to score right at the start of the game. After a tentative first basket, he knew this game would definitely be a tough one.

"This is troublesome."

Kyle's expression was serious, and he felt a pang of regret.

In this situation, getting a zero in Gryffindor won't be so easy... He should have known better than to brag to Cedric.

On the other side, Oliver Wood raised an eyebrow at Kyle triumphantly, then tossed the Quaffle to his teammate on the other side.

"Gryffindor has the ball now...it's the Chaser Alicia Spinnet, a talent discovered by Oliver Wood, who was just a substitute last year."

Lee Jordan continued his commentary, but his voice was noticeably louder and more passionate than before.

"The ball is passed to Katie Bell again... Oh no, Hufflepuff stole the Quaffle, and it's Kyle again. He's practically flying! My God... Bludger without slowing down, that flying technique is incredible. Why doesn't he become Seeker... Sorry, Diggory, I didn't mean anything by it."

Cedric glanced at the commentary booth, somewhat speechless, but what Lee Jordan said was true; Kyle's flying skills were indeed excellent.

As for why Kyle didn't compete for the Seeker... he had asked the same question before and made it clear that he didn't need to consider his own feelings and was willing to compete fairly.

But Kyle refused without hesitation, saying, "I enjoy the process of Quidditch Match, not playing hide-and-seek with the Golden Snitch."

Seeker is clearly a very important position, you know... Cedric shook his head helplessly and continued searching for the Golden Snitch in mid-air.

at the same time...

"Kyle is back at the post... He can make it this time... Wait, he passed the ball to Harris, Oliver Wood got tricked... Hufflepuff scores!"

"Damn... you can use the Porskoff Ploy like this?"

"Jordan!" Professor McGonagall roared.

"I'm sorry, Professor McGonagall, it won't happen again."

With Harris scoring, the score became 10-0.

But just as the young wizards were about to cheer, a sharp whistle suddenly rang out from the field.

It was Snape who deemed Kyle's action of dodging the Bludger a foul and disallowed the goal.

The score is now 0-0 again.

"That's not fair!" Harris roared. "'We've already scored... why didn't you say so earlier!'"

Snape ignored his questions.

"It's no use, save your energy."

Knowing Snape's terrible character, Kyle stepped forward to persuade him, "Luckily, he didn't call a foul on Gryffindor, we still have a chance."

"I will go to see Professor Sprout and Madam Hooch..."

Harris swung his arm and said angrily, "If he's going to be the referee for the next game, we're refusing to participate!"

In the stands, many people were equally dissatisfied with the result and were shouting loudly.

But it was no use; Snape couldn't hear what they were saying at all.

In the Gryffindor stands, Ron, barely containing his excitement, whispered to Hermione, "It seems Harry was right; Snape really was targeting Kyle."

"But that's not right." Hermione frowned. "I've seen Quidditch Through the Ages, and Kyle didn't commit any fouls at all."

"Yes, yes, I know," Ron muttered softly, "But for us... ouch!"

Someone poked Ron in the back of the head; it was Malfoy.

"Oh, I'm sorry, Weasley, I didn't see you there."

Malfoy grinned at Crabbe and Goyle.

"You really should thank Professor Snape; he probably didn't want you to lose too badly."

Ron wanted to argue, but he stammered and couldn't get the words out.

Because Snape just called another foul on Kyle without any reason.

"Two now..." Malfoy's smile vanished.

He said with a hint of jealousy, "Damn it, what makes Professor Snape take such good care of you? Just because you're all brainless?"

"Then you should join the team, Neville Longbottom. With your empty head, Professor Snape might just give you the Golden Snitch."

Neville's face flushed red as he turned around in his chair to face Malfoy.

"Shut up, Malfoy, I'm not afraid of you this time!" he stammered.

Malfoy, Crabbe, and Goyle burst into strange laughter. "Looks like you didn't learn your lesson last time. What, want to try the Leg-Locker Curse again?"

"Bounce all the way from the Quidditch Pitch back to the castle, I bet that would be a lot of fun."

Neville's face turned even redder, and he clenched his fists tightly.

Malfoy, however, paid no attention and continued to ramble on with sarcastic remarks.

Neville finally couldn't take it anymore and flipped himself off the back of his seat. Before Malfoy could even figure out what was happening, he was thrown to the ground.

Seeing this, Ron immediately rushed over to help, and together with Crabbe and Goyle, the five of them soon rolled around under their seats, playing even more intensely than on the court.

But everyone around them was focused on the game and didn't notice them, not even Hermione.

Her eyes were fixed on the court.

Just now, Harry suddenly accelerated towards the ground without warning, clearly having spotted the Golden Snitch.

But at that moment, Snape conveniently called another foul on Kyle, and the furious Hufflepuff Beater swung his bat in frustration.

The Bludger towards Harry just missed his nose and flew toward Snape, causing him to instinctively dodge backward.

By the time Harry came to his senses, the Golden Snitch had already vanished.

"Oh, damn it, why did it have to be now..." Harry said in frustration, raising his Broomstick and returning to mid-air.

What followed was almost a one-man show for Snape, who used that magical whistle to blow off at least fifty points from Hufflepuff.

Furthermore, in the thirtieth minute of the match, when Harry and Cedric both charged at the Golden Snitch, Snape inexplicably appeared in front of Harry.

To avoid hitting him, Harry had to change direction and make a turn.

But this simple action caused him to miss the best opportunity to catch the Golden Snitch.

When Cedric finally caught the Golden Snitch, the two were less than an inch apart.

In any case, the match is over!

180:20.

Hufflepuff wins.

As Harry jumped off his Broomstick in frustration, a hand landed on his shoulder. He looked up and saw Dumbledore's smiling face.

"You did very well." Dumbledore's voice was very soft, only Harry could hear it.

"Although it's a bit of a shame, I'm glad to see you're not thinking about that mirror all the time... You're living a fulfilling life... That's wonderful."