Six Hundred Years of Good Karma, and This Is It?

Just as Ryan had said, Gryffindor was incredibly lucky. Not only had two of Slytherin's key players been unable to compete, but the match had been decided in just twenty minutes.

260:0

The enormous gap in score stunned everyone. No one had expected the physically imposing Slytherins to fail to score even a single goal.

Ron had been like a wall, making several spectacular saves. He had even flicked a few dangerous shots away with the tips of his gloves, sending them bouncing off the goalposts. It was simply incredible.

And when the Slytherin spectators broke into that "Weasley Song" in unison, he had even leisurely conducted them from up high, his mockery game turned all the way up.

By the time Kanna hurried over, the spectators had already begun to leave.

"That fast?" she asked doubtfully. Normally, a match should have taken at least half an hour to finish.

"Slytherin didn't score a single goal. Their morale completely collapsed." Kyle shrugged. "They wanted the match to end as quickly as possible. When Harry went for the Golden Snitch, he barely faced any interference at all."

"Yeah, their Beaters looked like they were sleepwalking," Mikel said from beside them. "But Kyle, if we were the ones playing today, could you score against him?"

"Hard to say." Kyle thought for a moment, then shook his head. "There are two possibilities. One is that he was in excellent form today. In that case, I could score, but not many times. I wouldn't be able to build an overwhelming advantage."

"And the other?" Mikel asked, confused.

"If it's the other possibility..." Kyle paused before continuing, "then forget me—even if Moran were here, he probably couldn't score against Gryffindor's goal."

Moran was a Chaser for the Motora Macaws and one of the most popular