Four Protect One

Harry turned to look at Cedric, who had obviously heard the words as well.

"Oliver Wood is right..." Cedric smiled. "Bring it on."

For a moment, Harry thought Oliver Wood must have lost his mind from anger.

The other teams' Seeker are all relatively smaller and more agile, with Hufflepuff being the only exception.

Cedric is tall and strong; if he were to actually run over someone, who knows who would fall off their broom.

Harry Firebolt upwards, and it quickly rose to a higher position on the field.

The competition had now entered a heated phase...

"Hufflepuff is leading 90-10... Harry Potter seems to be having some trouble... Oh, Firebolt is flying, see it turn... Diggory's Nimbus 1700 is no match for it, Firebolt's precise balance is especially evident over long periods..."

"Jordan! Did Firebolt pay you to advertise? Get back to commentating on the game!"

"Okay, Professor..."

No one cared about what was happening in the stands anymore.

After Kyle threw the Quaffle into the goal again, George frowned slightly, said something to Fred, and then tentatively Bludger towards Cedric.

Meanwhile, Fred also set his sights on another Chaser.

However, the Hufflepuff Beater merely glanced up and made no move to help, even as both Bludger flew elsewhere, they remained close to Kyle.

Cedric spun in the air to Bludger, but the other Chaser wasn't so lucky; he was hit in the arm, wincing in pain, but thankfully he didn't fall.

"We can't target Kyle anymore, it's useless!" Fred shouted immediately. "He's protected like a fortress, there's no chance!"

"Then let's target the others!" George said. "When he's down to just one, we can still come back up!"

The two players aimed the Bludger directly at Grace, but she skillfully dodged it.

They trained in Bludger for a month before this.

With Fred and George's reminder, Gryffindor also realized Hufflepuff's purpose... a four-on-one situation, with everyone except the Seeker and the Goalkeeper clearing obstacles for Kyle.

Three Chaser rushed over, trying to stop Kyle.

But before they could get close, they found their path blocked by Hufflepuff players.

Not enough Chaser? No problem, there are Beater to fill in... The meaning is clear: bring it on, hit it however you want, we'll all just go out together...

"This kind of fighting style is too underhanded! Who came up with this idea?!" Angelina's face turned red with anger.

She certainly couldn't be eliminated along with the Hufflepuff team; without their interference, Kyle's scoring would only be smoother.

In that brief moment of hesitation, Kyle had already flown past, then used a feint to fool Oliver Wood and threw the Quaffle into the goalpost.

"100 to 10!"

Jordan shouted, his attention shifting from the Firebolt for the first time.

"Hufflepuff opened a path for Kyle, and nobody could stop him from scoring, nobody!"

Nimbus 2000's speed was pushed to the limit, with clean and decisive ball steals and agile flying skills... He was like a Dragon that had broken into a sheepfold, a scoring machine!

The score is widening... Can Firebolt turn the tide...? Time is running out for Harry Potter.

As Harry listened to the voices from the commentary booth, he grew increasingly anxious.

But he couldn't get rid of Cedric.

Harry tried everything, but the other party seemed to completely regard him as the Golden Snitch and never let go.

With no other option, in order to get rid of Cedric's interference, Harry could only keep accelerating, flying while looking around for that golden light.

Although it makes it difficult to concentrate fully on finding the Golden Snitch, it's much better than having your view constantly blocked.

Another gasp of surprise erupted from the stands...

"Another goal?" Harry wondered, instinctively looking up.

Wait... no!

He saw that the Quaffle was still in Katie Bell's hands, while Cedric, who had been following behind him, suddenly began to dive towards the ground.

"He saw the Golden Snitch?!"

Harry didn't have time to think and quickly turned his broom around to chase after him. Cedric suddenly stopped diving, but he couldn't stop and kept falling.

Harry's face turned bright red after stopping less than a foot off the ground.

He was actually fooled by the Wronski Feint, and just minutes earlier, he had used the same trick.

"What a pity..."

Cedric sighed. This distance was his limit; any further and he might not be able to stop.

However, at least some time was gained.

He did see the Golden Snitch, but in the opposite direction, right above Harry's head... but he was flying too fast to notice.

A few seconds later, a furious and humiliated Harry shot upwards again like a bullet.

At that moment, the two Bludger flew towards Cedric from the left and right, passing in front of him and Harry.

Fred and George had always thought that Harry, with his Firebolt, could easily defeat Cedric, but now it seemed that wasn't the case.

Oliver Wood was thinking of racking up points before the match? Dream on!

If Cedric drags this out any longer, they might actually lose.

With their help, Harry was completely freed.

With his own troubles piling up, Cedric was finally able to concentrate on finding the Golden Snitch.

And then he saw it... near the Slytherin stands, the Winky Golden Snitch.

Harry accelerated, and this time no one could stop him... He was about to win; the Golden Snitch was within his grasp... Then...

"Oh!" George shouted, pointing down below.

Harry was distracted and looked down.

Three hooded Dementor were standing there, looking up at him...

Strange, why are Dementor in the stands...?

Harry didn't have time to think. He shoved one hand into his robes, pulled out his wand, and yelled, "Expecto Patronum!"

A silvery-white object emerged from the tip of the wand and shot straight toward the Dementor, but Harry didn't stop to take a closer look; his eyes remained fixed ahead... They were almost there. He reached out the hand that was still gripping the wand and grabbed the struggling Golden Snitch.

Madam Hooch's whistle blew...

At the same time, the Quaffle grazed Oliver Wood's fingertips and landed right in the goalpost.

Both scoreboards flashed simultaneously.

160:160

The cheers were deafening, as if they would shake the stadium to its core. The crowd clapped excitedly, their hands turning red from the effort.

"Unbelievable... Hufflepuff did it! I can't believe they defeated the Firebolt!" Lee Jordan roared.

Professor McGonagall stood behind him, clapping excitedly, without even correcting his mistake.

Since Harry caught the Golden Snitch in the end, Gryffindor should have been the victors according to the rules.

But none of that matters anymore.

In most people's minds, Hufflepuff is the real winner.

Cedric managed to hold off Harry, who possessed the Firebolt, with his old Nimbus 1700.

And then there's Kyle, with the help of his teammates, soloed a score of 150...

In their opinion, this was almost the best Quidditch Match in recent years.

Kyle spun around in mid-air and saw six blurry yellow figures Accio toward him.

They were all injured; Grace and the other Chaser's arms hung limply at their sides... Mikel had a noticeable Bludger mark on his face and had lost a few teeth.

Everyone seemed very happy, hugging Kyle tightly and almost pushing him off the broom.