The "High Inquisitors" were watching the match as well. One of them could not help sighing. "Oh my God! I never expected Mr. Lovegood's athletic talent to be this exceptional too..."
"Malcolm, how could you tell?" another High Inquisitor asked, looking at Malcolm Sharma. "Wizet really is just like you said—no one can stop him."
"I can't really explain it. Just experience, I suppose..." Malcolm Sharma shrugged. "Do you remember what that commentator said earlier?"
"Mr. Lovegood played in the Quidditch World Cup, so he's at least at a professional level. There's no reason a professional player would be stopped by members of school teams, right?"
"That's true..." Several High Inquisitors nodded in agreement at Malcolm Sharma's explanation.
"But the gap is just too huge!" one High Inquisitor continued. "It completely feels like they have no way to fight back!"
"I was actually on a school team before, and I even attended events with some star players. Back then, I didn't think the difference would be this great."
Malcolm Sharma continued, "Because sports like football and basketball are played on the ground. At most, you need to keep an eye on your surroundings, so defending is definitely much easier."
"But Quidditch is played in the air. There are far too many places you need to watch—above, below, left, right... As long as you're aware enough, an attack can come from anywhere. The difficulty of defending goes up by several orders of magnitude."
"It's still hard to imagine..." One High Inquisitor sounded rather wistful. "I feel sick just sitting on a plane. Yet they can fly so high, so fast, and still move so flexibly!"
"Now that you mention it, I feel like... wizards are much physically stronger than us!" another High Inquisitor said. "Maybe it's precisely because they're so fit