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"Cheer up, Severus. This is the last Quidditch match of the school year." In the Quidditch stadium stands, Dumbledore glanced at Snape beside him and said with a smile, "It's been a wonderful match, hasn't it?"

Snape said nothing, his face cold.

In fact, ever since leaving the headmaster's office, he had not spoken a single word. Especially when he saw Harry riding the Firebolt on the pitch, his expression had darkened as though water could drip from it.

The next second, he abruptly turned to look at Silvan, who acted as if nothing had happened.

His instincts told him that Dumbledore's strange actions today had to be connected to Silvan. Otherwise, he would never have interfered with Harry Potter's detention.

Faced with Snape's questioning stare, Silvan merely pretended not to notice.

Just then, Harry in midair and Hufflepuff's Seeker accelerated at the same time. With a beautiful turn, the Firebolt left its opponent far behind.

Cheers like crashing waves suddenly erupted from the stands. When the noise reached its peak, Harry finally stopped. He raised his hand high, revealing the Golden Snitch between his fingers.

They had won, three hundred and ninety to eighty!

Harry had caught the Golden Snitch one second before Hufflepuff scored their tenth goal.

As Madam Hooch blew her whistle, the screams and cheers of the Gryffindors nearly resounded throughout the entire Quidditch stadium.

McGonagall wept with joy, while Dumbledore clapped vigorously. Everyone was celebrating the Gryffindor team's spectacular fifth consecutive championship.

Only Snape looked as though someone had forcibly fed him a handful of plain Cockroach Clusters.

That evening, the Gryffindors held a celebration in their common room that lasted until late into the night. They had never been so happy before; even the thick walls could not contain their laughter and cheers.

However,