"Recreation!" Anthony's mouth twitched as he let out an exaggerated groan. "Wizet, you really shouldn't say things like that!"
"I really do like Quidditch! If someone at your level only counts as 'recreation,' then what does that make professional Quidditch players? They're practically slacking off!"
"Haha! I completely agree!" Terry laughed so hard he was trembling. "Just think about the Quidditch World Cup—that score gap... it was truly unbearable to watch!"
"Don't mention that match!" Anthony's eyelids twitched. "If I hadn't been there in person, watching the whole process of them losing points, I'd have thought it was a fixed match."
"It wasn't quite that exaggerated." Wizet waved a hand. "The main reason was that the opponent they'd studied beforehand had been Mr. Lupasi."
"My substitution caught them off guard, and they had trouble adapting for a while. All I can say is that too many unexpected things happened at that Quidditch World Cup!"
"They adjusted quickly as well and soon came up with tactics specifically for me. If not for Mr. Blanche's desperate final save, I don't think anyone could have predicted what the final score would have been."
"All right! Hearing you put it that way does make me feel a little better." Anthony rubbed his brow. "The Bulgarian team really hadn't been slacking. Their opponents were simply too strong."
He sighed. "It really would have been difficult for anyone to react to that kind of dominance in such a short time. Whoever had faced you that day probably wouldn't have fared any better than they did."
"Anthony, the most important thing for you right now is to stop talking about this." Chris nudged Anthony with his elbow. "If you keep going, I'm going to start feeling despair on behalf of those players."
"I think so too!" Michael