Battle Against Hufflepuff

"Good morning, everyone. I'm your commentator for this match, Lee Jordan. Today's game features Ravenclaw versus Hufflepuff!" The enthusiastic voice of Gryffindor's Lee Jordan ignited cheers throughout the stadium.

"The Quaffle has been snatched up by Ravenclaw's Allen. If Harry Potter is the youngest Seeker in a century, then Allen Harris is the youngest Chaser in a century. He was the first to grab the Quaffle—truly agile and powerful!" Jordan couldn't resist bringing up Gryffindor's Harry while introducing Allen; his bias toward Gryffindor was clear as day!

"He's sprinting ahead, and this speed—this speed is unnervingly fast. My god, my god, are you seeing this? He's riding the legendary Neptune!" Jordan was so excited he bounced right out of his seat.

A black Bludger whistled aggressively toward Allen's back, but Allen dodged it with a quick maneuver, as if he had eyes in the back of his head. The Bludger shrieked past his ear.

"Oh, watch out! That fierce strike from Hufflepuff's Gabriel Truman was dodged by Allen on his Neptune. The performance of the Neptune truly lives up to its reputation!" Jordan roared.

"Jordan!" Professor McGonagall warned him not to stray from the commentary.

"Right, right, Professor. Allen is still flying tirelessly. If Allen is the King Arthur of England, he lacks his Round Table knights like Lancelot, Gawain, or Galahad. He's charging forward alone—is he trying to be a lone hero? If I may be so bold, Quidditch is a sport that requires teamwork." Jordan clearly didn't favor Allen's strategy of flying solo with the ball.

"Who says Allen has no teammates?" Roger angrily swatted away a Bludger that was once again targeting Allen.

The Ravenclaw players scrambled to obstruct the Hufflepuff team, fighting to secure an advantageous offensive position for Allen.

"Wow, if Roger had hit that ball any higher, it would have flown straight into the Mediterranean." Jordan and his mouth—always prone to exaggeration.

"Allen has broken through the Hufflepuff defense; now only the Keeper stands before him. Goooooooooooooooal! He scores! We've just witnessed the youngest Chaser in a century, Allen Harris, score the first goal of the match." Accompanied by Jordan's excited commentary, a massive roar erupted from the Ravenclaw stands.

Now Hufflepuff was in possession, their formation resembling a swarm of wasps as they aggressively launched an attack on Ravenclaw's territory.

Roger quickly organized an interception, but it proved ineffective.

"Hufflepuff's wasp formation is highly effective. They're closing in, they're closing in—Ravenclaw seems to have no answer for this." As the commentary continued, every Ravenclaw fan felt their heart tighten.

"Wait, it's Allen! With incredible speed, Allen has snatched the Quaffle right out of Daniel's hands. My god, he's breaking through again!" Jordan was utterly stunned; he hadn't even seen how Allen managed to intercept the ball from Daniel.

"Roger has secured the Bludger, and the initiative has returned to Ravenclaw. Their coordination is truly seamless! Allen only needs to focus on the sprint while his teammates go all out to obstruct Hufflepuff. Hufflepuff's wasp formation was effective, but now they're too slow to fall back for defense." Jordan hit the nail on the head.

"Hufflepuff's Keeper, James, might be able to block one of Allen's shots, or even two, but he can't stop Allen from shooting forever!" Jordan exclaimed. Relying on his agility and the support of his teammates, Allen scored goal after goal. The usually mild-mannered Hufflepuffs were practically transformed into angry bulls, being led around by Ravenclaw but never managing to land a hit on them.

Now, Hufflepuff's only remaining hope lay with their Seeker, Cedric Diggory; as long as he could catch the Golden Snitch, victory would belong to Hufflepuff.

Professor McGonagall couldn't help but poke Jordan in the small of his back with her wand. Professor Flitwick, standing beside her, also felt his hands itching to intervene.

"Have they still not spotted the Golden Snitch?" Jordan mocked.

Cho Chang suddenly dove toward the Ravenclaw stands. Cedric froze for a split second before realizing what was happening and giving chase; the two raced neck and neck. Ahead of them hung the giant banner that Anna and the others had enchanted with a Levitation Charm. Cho Chang didn't slow down at all, heading straight for it. Cedric reached out to grab her, but both of them became tangled in the banner and plummeted from the sky. A collective gasp rose from the stands!

Professor Flitwick quickly drew his wand, casting spells to cushion their fall. They tumbled onto the grass, rolling several times. Madam Hooch called a halt to the match, and the players flew down to help disentangle them from the tightly wrapped banner.

As they stood up, the stands seemed to hit a pause button before restarting all at once. A deafening roar of cheers echoed across the entire stadium. Cho Chang held her hand high, clutching the Golden Snitch—Ravenclaw had won with an overwhelming lead!

That is the nature of competitive sports: the joy of one side highlights the sorrow of the other. The extreme emotions of humanity were fully manifested and released in this moment. This is Quidditch, and this is why wizards love the sport so dearly.

Under Madam Hooch's direction, the players from both sides shook hands. The 90-minute match had finally come to an end. While the players on the field were busy relaxing their muscles, Allen needed to relax his nerves—for him, his muscles were the least of his concerns.

"Allen, you were absolutely incredible! Seeing you attack and score time after time—that feeling was just amazing." Edward had become a total fanboy; honestly, Allen's stunning performance on the Quidditch pitch had truly won him over.