Slytherin was weighed down by the atmosphere after losing to Roy, while Hufflepuff had already celebrated so hard they had forgotten which way was up.
Most Hufflepuff students were ordinary people. Nothing particularly thrilling ever happened in their daily lives, their individual grades were always average, they had never even touched the House Cup, and Quidditch was all about participation. This championship had fiercely liberated the long-suppressed hearts of the Hufflepuff students.
The noise was nearly enough to blow the roof off. Everyone gathered together, laughing loudly under the influence of alcohol.
Roy was currently competing with Tonks in a drinking contest. They both downed a large glass of Firewhisky at the same time, seeing who could hold out longer without breathing fire.
Their contest drew countless eyes. Roy and Tonks were both flushed bright red as they stared each other down.
The students around them kept egging them on. In the end, Tonks stared at Roy's face for too long and could not help bursting into laughter. The flames she spat out even singed Roy's eyebrows.
"Bloody hell, you nearly set my eyebrows on fire."
Although Roy had won, Tonks was utterly unconvinced. She had never lost this game at school before. It was all because Roy's face was unfairly distracting—Tonks found it hard not to laugh when she looked at him.
Everyone burst into laughter, and the party continued.
The students kept at it with the music until ten o'clock. By then, many of them had drunk themselves unconscious.
With the alcohol going to her head, Tonks had Cedric in her arms like some female hooligan, endlessly teasing the shy, handsome boy nestled against her.
Although Roy had drunk quite a bit, he was still remarkably clear-headed, as though nothing had happened. He had quietly slipped into a