Victory Belongs to Slytherin!

The snow was falling heavily, and the swirling snowflakes obscured everyone's view.

Above the pitch, figures in green and red Quidditch uniforms could be seen flashing in the air—the Quidditch players from Slytherin and Gryffindor.

The Seeker, hovering high in the sky, had long since disappeared into the swirling snow, making him difficult for the audience to spot. This Quidditch fans somewhat disappointed.

Fortunately, there was another figure on the field who was even more eye-catching than the Quidditch players. He was wearing a sky-blue Tutshill Tornados jersey and was moving around at various heights on the Quidditch Pitch with great style and flair, which made the young wizards scream and cheer loudly.

"So Professor Prenton is really here to be the referee?" After Abraxas cheered enthusiastically at the figure once again, Xiwen turned and asked.

"Of course! Professor Prenton was once the best Seeker in England, and he will definitely be the best referee at Hogwarts now!" Abu's face was still slightly flushed with excitement, whether from the cold or from excitement, it was hard to tell.

Watching Professor Prenton's dashing figure and listening to the commentator's praise of the referee from the platform, Xiwen mourned for the Quidditch team members who were fighting so hard on the field. They probably wouldn't have another chance to shine before Professor Prenton retired...

The snow fell heavier and heavier, and the competition intensified. The red and green figures on the field became intertwined, moving so fast that only their shadows could be seen.

In the stands, the young wizards from Slytherin and Gryffindor enthusiastically cheered for their respective house teams.

The enthusiastic atmosphere even drew in the Hufflepuff and Ravenclaw wizards present, who joined in the cheering—though most of them were cheering for Gryffindor ... It must be said that Slytherin wasn't very adept at interpersonal relationships.

Even the three young wizards, Xiwen, Mobley, and Gomez, who weren't particularly interested in Quidditch, were eventually caught up in the cheers of the Slytherin snakes around them and joined the crowd cheering for the school team, following the rhythm of the older wizard waving the green flag!

Suddenly, a green figure, as fast as the wind, rushed to a low position in the air, right next to the stands.

The entire room of young wizards suddenly erupted in excitement!

"It's Slytherin's Seeker, Pruitt! What's he doing? Did he really find the Golden Snitch?!" The commentator on the platform couldn't help but become excited as he shouted.

"Is Ignatius our team's Seeker?" Xiwen asked Abu, somewhat bewildered.

However, at this moment, Abu did not notice what Xiwen said at all. He gripped the railing tightly in front of him, staring at Ignatius's speeding figure, his face filled with fervent excitement and deep tension.

At the same time, a red figure from Gryffindor rushed low to the audience seats and flew rapidly toward Ignatius's position.

However, at that moment, the figure in green swiftly turned a corner and moved away from the stands. Gryffindor's Seeker, caught off guard, nearly crashed into the wall at the bottom of the court and struggled to stop the flying broomstick.

Just as he stopped his charge, the entire stadium erupted in deafening cheers!

Above the stands, Ignatius had raised his right hand high above his head, holding a delicate golden orb in his hand!

"Incredible! Pruitt made a special Wronski Feint using the stadium wall! He successfully shook off Gryffindor's Seeker and got the Golden Snitch!!" the commentator shouted excitedly, his voice even a little hoarse.

As Professor Prenton blew his whistle, he raised a green chess piece.

The young Slytherin wizards let loose and cheered loudly, waving green banners and flags incessantly.

In contrast, the Gryffindor students were extremely dejected, even putting down their team flag.

"Did you see that? We won!" Abraxas excitedly hugged the three of Xiwen, shouting repeatedly. "I'll definitely be on this amazing team next year!"

The three of them, including Xiwen, smiled with satisfaction. Only now did these proud young Slytherin wizards truly understand the meaning of collective honor and teamwork!

The Slytherin wizards' excitement didn't subside at all when they returned to the common room, where they held a wild celebration. Even Professor Slughorn came to congratulate the team.

"This toast is to Ignatius, to celebrate his capture of the Golden Snitch and the victory for Slytherin!" Professor Slughorn said, his face flushed with joy.

"Of course, each young wizard who hasn't reached adulthood can only have one drink as an exception," he said with a smile.

"Homage to Ignatius!"

The young wizards smiled broadly and happily drank the Butterbeer that Professor Slughorn had specially arranged for the House-Elf to bring. Although it contained almost no alcohol, they were still thoroughly enjoying it.

After finishing a glass of Butterbeer, the second-year witch Lucretia Black stepped forward, holding a drink that looked like wine, and quietly approached Ignatius. She whispered something to Ignatius, then blushed and drank the fake wine in one gulp.

Ignatius seemed to pause for a moment, then grabbed Lucretia's hand amidst the cheers of the surrounding crowd.

The atmosphere immediately became even more lively, and Professor Slughorn's round face beamed with joy.

Xiwen glanced at the two of them with interest, then asked Elshiona beside him curiously, "El, what's going on between them?"

"What else could it be? It happened after the castle's magic was paralyzed," Elshiona replied, subtly pursing her lips. "Pruitt saved Lucretia when he fell down the stairs, and later helped take care of her at the Hospital Wing for a while. Ever since then, Lucretia has been clinging to him."

"Not bad at all!" Xiwen exclaimed with a smile.

El watched him furtively from the side, seemingly wanting to say something.

However, Xiwen suddenly looked over, staring at El with surprise, and asked, "Did I get something on my face? Did I forget to wipe off the foam from the Butterbeer I just drank?"

As he spoke, he took out a handkerchief and carefully wiped his mouth.

Al looked at him, both amused and exasperated, and finally asked, "Hey, what are you going to give me for Christmas?"