Magic Defeats Magic

On Saturday morning, Kyle got up very early to watch the upcoming Quidditch Match.

This year's tournament schedule is not very friendly to Gryffindor, as they will have to face Slytherin, who have all changed their outfits, first.

All players with the Nimbus 2001 " setup... This is already the configuration of a professional football team.

Faced with this situation, they were naturally not in a good mood, and even Fred and George lost their sense of humor.

When Kyle arrived at the Great Hall, he saw the Gryffindor players huddled around the empty long table, each one looking nervous, uneasy, and silent.

Kyle didn't know what to say, but as they were preparing to head to the Quidditch Pitch, he hurried over and patted the two men on the shoulder.

"Keep it up! If you win, you won't have to tap dance around the castle anymore."

This past school year, Fred and George have been making excuses to postpone fulfilling their bet on the Order of Merlin, and they still haven't done so.

The main problem is that the moves they came up with were really too bizarre. Whether it was balancing three trophies on their heads or tap dancing on a broom, they were all high-difficulty moves.

Each one individually is barely enough, but combined... well, it's more like they have the will but not the ability.

Fred's eyes lit up. "Really?"

"Of course, it's a deal," Kyle said with a smile.

"Honestly, your way of boosting morale is way more effective than Oliver Wood's," George chimed in. "He just spouts the same old platitudes."

He cleared his throat and waved his hand in imitation of Oliver Wood, "... Slytherin's Broomstick are better than ours, but the people on our Broomstick are stronger than them..."

"Isn't it obvious...? Did he even need to say it?"

"But what can we do? He's the captain," Fred said, shrugging. "We can only cooperate."

The two men, one on each side, teased Oliver Wood, their previous dejected and dejected expressions completely gone.

Kyle even suspected that their earlier behavior was all an act, just waiting for him to say that...

"Hey Kyle, your expression is so obvious, I can tell what you're thinking." George raised an eyebrow. "But it's really not..."

"We were indeed quite nervous beforehand..."

"I'm worried we'll lose the game..."

"Until we put on this..." Fred patted his gold and red team uniform.

"And we've decided that if we can win this match..."

"We'll celebrate in the same way..."

"It has nothing to do with the bet, it's just a simple celebration!"

Fred and George walked into the players' locker room laughing, while Kyle went to the stands where Cedric had already saved him a spot.

"How about it."

"They seem pretty confident," Kyle chuckled.

"That's good." Oliver Wood had already led the other players out of the player tunnel.

"Actually, I asked Hannah and Susan from the second year yesterday..." Kanna glanced at the Slytherin Quidditch Team on the other side, "And they both said that Draco Malfoy's grades in Flying Class are far worse than Harry Potter's."

"That's normal," Cedric said. "If he flies really well, there's no need to buy brooms for the whole team... Nimbus 2001 are ridiculously expensive, buying seven at once, even if the Malfoy family is rich, they can't be that extravagant."

You're right.

Mikel squeezed in from the side, "His allowance was cut in half for these brooms."

"If that's the case, then Malfoy must have been a team they paid to join." Cedric glanced at him. "But Mikel ... how do you know all this?"

"Oh, I heard it from him."

Mikel subconsciously touched his pocket, which was bulging and looked stuffed with something.

As they were talking, the competition was about to begin.

"Listen to my whistle," said Madam Hooch. "Three, two, one..."

The crowd erupted in cheers as they took off, the fourteen team members soaring into the leaden sky.

Harry immediately flew to the highest point and began searching for the Golden Snitch.

But Malfoy was different. He seemed completely unconcerned about the Golden Snitch, his eyes fixed on Harry, flying back and forth on his broomstick as if showing off something.

It looked exactly like Augurey courting a mate.

And this situation lasted for five minutes.

"What on earth is Malfoy up to?!"

Cedric frowned. "He's a Seeker... Could the Golden Snitch possibly be in Harry Potter's shirt pocket?"

Even the Bludger couldn't stand it anymore and whistled towards the two of them.

Harry swerved his broom in time to dodge, Bludger missed its target, flying straight towards Malfoy's face.

As the Bludger ever closer, Malfoy seemed frozen in shock, standing there like a wooden post, his pale face filled with disbelief.

Isn't it said that Seeker only need to watch out for the Bludger when catching the Golden Snitch?

But the competition has only just begun; they haven't even seen a glimpse of the Golden Snitch yet!

The Bludger grew larger and larger, and soon flew in front of Malfoy, who instinctively closed his eyes.

However, the expected pain did not come. When the Bludger was less than an inch away from him, it suddenly changed direction and flew straight towards Harry.

Harry dodged again, but the Bludger flew over once more, as if it had its sights set on him, completely ignoring everyone else.

Fred and George noticed this too, and to prevent Harry from being knocked off his broom by the crazed Bludger, they had to fly close to Harry from side to side, doing everything they could to protect him.

It started to rain.

"Someone tampered with... this Bludger!" Fred shouted as he forcefully swatted the oncoming Bludger away.

At this moment, the people in the stands also noticed that something was wrong.

"Marcus Flint scores... It's now 50-0, Slytherin are in the lead..."

On the commentary desk, Lee Jordan shouted, "But what's with that Bludger? How many Galleon does Harry Potter owe it...?"

Oliver Wood gestured to Madam Hooch...

"Oh, Oliver Wood used a timeout! I say he should have done it sooner... before Harry Potter got smashed in the head by that crazy Bludger..."

The Gryffindor Quidditch Team members huddled together to urgently discuss solutions.

In the stands, Kyle, wearing a Impervius badge, carefully searched for something in the rain.

Finally, in the Slytherin players' tunnel across the street, he spotted a blurry, short figure.

"I'll be right back," Kyle said, then squeezed out of the crowd.

However, he didn't go to the opposite passage, but instead ran towards the castle.

A few minutes later, Kyle returned, followed by a House-elf from the kitchen.

The game has restarted, and the Bludger is still chasing Harry all over the field.

"Kaka, do you know that House-elf?" Kyle pointed towards the passage. "It seems to be interfering with the Bludger."

"Kaka doesn't recognize it, sir!" the House-elf shrieked. "It's not part of the kitchen..."

"A bad elf! That's a bad elf! Kaka needs to get it out!"

Looking at the mad, Bludger in the sky, whether out of anger or something else, the House-elf Kaka's big ears turned bright red, and with a "snap," it disappeared from the spot.

The next second, a stool rolled out of the aisle.

At the same time, the Bludger that had been loitering in the air stopped turning and continued its original trajectory, hurtling straight toward Marcus Flint.

Because of what had just happened, the Slytherin Quidditch Team thought the Bludger was going to go after Harry again, so he didn't try to dodge at all.

"Bang!"

With a dull thud, the Bludger slammed into his face.

Marcus Flint fainted on the spot, staggering and falling off his broom.

In the stands, Professor McGonagall, who was watching the game, quickly raised her wand, preventing it from falling directly to the ground.

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