The Mad Ball

It was the annual Quidditch season once again, and Eli sat lazily in the stands.

I really don't know what's so interesting about this thing.

Draco was on the pitch too, so now there was not even anyone left to chat with him.

This match was precisely Gryffindor against the Slytherin team; everyone was old rivals, and they dispensed with polite formalities upon meeting.

On the Gryffindor side, the twins prepared to open a bookmaking pool right away, though it seemed most people believed Slytherin would win this time.

It was not that the little lions lacked confidence, but rather that the Slytherin team's gear this time was simply too outrageous.

Back then, the Gryffindor team having one Harry with a Nimbus 2000 had already boosted their morale immensely.

Now Lucius had directly cast a pay-to-win spell on the Slytherin team, outfitting every single person with a Nimbus 2001.

How could anyone dare to bet on Gryffindor?

Eli folded a paper crane, tucked a few Galleons inside it, and sent it flying toward the twins.

He was going to bet on Gryffindor!

Others might not know, but how could he not understand? As a cheated time-traveler, handling this sort of thing was absolute child's play.

He would just wait to collect his money this wave!

Draco and Harry looked like two high-spirited roosters, brandishing their brooms as if they were about to measure each other up.

The match started very quickly, and these two rival teams could finally vent their usual grievances toward one another.

In an instant, the entire battle became extremely thrilling, drawing wave after wave of gasps from the stands.

Draco and Harry, the two Seekers, had been locked in a tangled fight right from the start.

Anyway, neither of them was going to let the other