"Boom—"
Amid the cheers, countless wizards Transfigured their firework tubes back into wands and sent fireworks shooting into the sky.
They were golden fireworks, the representative color of the final victors, the Syria team. Their mascot—a golden eagle—soared high into the air amid the cheers and fireworks, spreading its wings as it flew.
In the crowd, Lily was practically dancing in place. Golden sparks sprayed from her waving wand, and her face was lit with an exhilarated smile. Beside her, Severus pressed his lips together and did not look particularly excited, but the frequent bursts of golden sparks from his wand could not lie.
As she bounced about, Lily suddenly remembered something and turned to look behind her. Manus was watching them, the corners of his eyes faintly curved. When he saw her turn around, he nodded at her.
After watching Lily turn back around, Manus shifted his gaze to Royston, who was walking onto the center of the field below.
At a time like this, he should have been announcing the Syria team's final victory, congratulating them on behalf of the Quidditch Committee, and presenting them with their trophy and medals.
Yet with the situation on the field as it was now, even the Aurors were somewhat flustered, let alone the Syria team, who had just won.
Looking at this senior, they had no idea how he was feeling right now. It probably was not pleasant...
"The Syria team has brought us a..."
To everyone's surprise, Royston began speaking through that neck-hanging megaphone, just as he had finished his speech earlier despite the crowd's abuse.
He thanked the Quidditch players who had poured out their sweat over the past half month of matches to bring everyone joy. He also thanked the Aurors and other Ministry of Magic wizards who