Hogwarts' Speed King

"Here came the final straightaway. Could Roy's 86 help him hold onto first place? Here it came!"

Roy lay flat against his broom, pressing his body tightly against the handle in front of him to reduce air resistance as much as possible.

As his speed broke one hundred miles per hour, every sound vanished from Roy's ears, leaving only the roar of the wind.

Then he dived downward, faster and faster. Gradually, even the wind that had been howling beside his ears fell silent. As the finish line drew closer and closer, Roy's mind held nothing but breathing and diving.

He glanced briefly at the cheering crowd beside him. The movements of those familiar classmates seemed to slow dramatically in Roy's eyes.

Gripping the 86's broomstick tightly with both hands, Roy closed his eyes and silently recited.

"We are one in mind."

At that moment, the old, battered Cleansweep 86 beneath Roy seemed to gain consciousness and answered his call, instantly erupting with thrust far beyond what an 86 should have possessed.

Marcus Flint and Cedric had gradually closed the gap with Roy during the acceleration phase and were just about to launch their attack, but Roy did not even notice them. With a whoosh, his flying broom shot forward again and widened the distance between them.

"Roy, watch out! Marcus and Cedric are preparing to overtake you. This is your last chance! Marcus Flint, whether you can defend that fragile dignity of yours depends on this very moment. Are your pants full of sweat or piss? No, what's happening?! The god of the 86 has answered Roy's prayers! They have no hope left! Roy is about to cross the finish line!"

"Marcus Flint, looks like your pants are full of piss! All piss!"

Along with Lee Jordan's commentary, the entire audience gasped in shock. No one had expected that battered 86 to explode with such power at this moment.

As Roy crossed the finish line, the stands erupted completely.

"The final champion is—Royyyyyyyyyyy! At this moment, he is not fighting alone. Professor McGonagall is cheering for you, Hufflepuff is weeping for you. You are the true Sword of Hufflepuff!"

It had to be said that Lee Jordan was genuinely talented with words. If he ever became a livestreamer, he would definitely become a major one.

But the cheering crowd's expressions immediately changed, because Roy's battered broom could not slow down at all after crossing the finish line. It was about to slam straight into the stands.

"Oh no, get out of the way!"

But it was already too late. Roy's broom was too fast.

In his panic, Roy could only jump off this "high-speed train." At that speed, someone would die if he crashed into the stands.

Roy jumped off. The flying broom, now out of control, soared over the stands, while Roy himself smashed beneath them like a cannonball.

"It's over! Save Roy!!!!"

The spectators immediately rose to their feet and rushed toward the front rows to see what had happened.

Yet Roy, who should have been reduced to a pile of flesh at that speed, actually climbed up to the front of the stands as if nothing had happened.

Seeing Roy climb up unharmed, all the students fell silent and stared at him as though he were an alien.

"Y-you... are you even human...?"

Connor stepped forward, staring at Roy in shock.

Roy was thoroughly confused and looked at all the spectators present with a puzzled expression.

"What? What's wrong with me?"

Gabriel still wore a stunned expression, his tone filled with disbelief.

"Y-you fell like that and weren't even hurt?"

Oh, Roy had thought it was something serious. Hadn't he triggered a climb right before hitting the stands? As everyone knew, as long as GTI Supermen triggered a climb, they could land without injury no matter how high they fell from.

Roy casually extended a hand and spoke grandly.

"Have you ever heard of an invincible landing technique? That's right, I used the great technique of 'Water Landing.' With this move, I wouldn't get hurt even if I fell from outer space."

Looking at the still dumbfounded crowd, Roy was a little dissatisfied. Was this the attitude they had toward a champion?

"Come on, can I get some applause for the champion?"

Only then did the crowd break into thunderous applause, though most of them still looked at Roy with utter shock.

Well, what could he do? His performance had simply been too stunning. No matter what, he had defended Hufflepuff's honor in the end.

Roy also noticed Aisling at the front of the crowd, standing as though frozen in place with an incredulous expression on her face.

Seeing that the ever-composed Aisling was actually making such an expression, Roy deliberately whispered to the stunned girl as he passed by.

"Impressed, little sister?"

Roy led the crowd celebrating his victory down from the stands to the field. By then, the remaining racers had all crossed the finish line and were standing on the grass.

With a teasing smile, Roy walked up to Marcus Flint and spoke to him in a mocking tone.

"Keep your promise, loser. Everyone here can testify. Come on, let your Grandpa Bee Doctor hear your confession."

Marcus Flint's face turned as red as if it were on fire.

All his fellow housemates were watching. If he publicly admitted that Slytherin was inferior to Hufflepuff, how could he ever face the great ancestor Slytherin after death?

But denying a promise he had made in front of so many people would not only disgrace himself, but also disgrace Slytherin. Marcus hated it. Why couldn't that damned flying broom have gone a little faster?

"I-I... this doesn't count! You cheated! You shouldn't have flown through the office! The race doesn't count!"

In front of so many Slytherin classmates, Marcus could only force himself to deny it.

The Hufflepuff and Gryffindor students around Roy immediately began verbally tearing Marcus apart. Faced with the flood of abuse, Marcus could only close his eyes and play dead. No Slytherin student was willing to speak up for this loser either.

Roy sneered twice. He had expected this outcome long ago. Since that was the case, Marcus could not blame Grandpa Bee Doctor for humiliating him.

Roy wore an expression that said, I knew it, walked over to Flint's side, patted the pretending-to-be-dead Flint on the shoulder in a friendly manner, and delivered venom with exceptionally friendly words.

"It's fine, we're all buddies. Don't I know your house? Hahaha. Besides, there's no need to shout the truth out loud. Don't blame yourself—losing to us isn't shameful. After all, this kind of race didn't give you a chance to cheat. It's fine. Next time, let's properly prepare some cheating methods. Maybe then you'll get to smell my exhaust?"

Roy's words were vicious beyond measure. Even Cedric could not help secretly laughing. All the students burst into uproarious laughter, except for the Slytherin students.

Marcus only wanted to find a crack in the ground and crawl into it. But at that moment, a crisp voice rang out, and the field immediately fell silent.

"That's enough, Marcus. You and every Slytherin student are not cowards who cannot accept defeat. If you can't fulfill your promise, I'll say it for you."

The crowd fell quiet and made way for Aisling, who had spoken those words.

Everyone had witnessed Aisling's excellence. Even the Gryffindor students did not truly dislike her. Now that she had stepped forward to speak for Marcus, everyone willingly showed her respect.

Seeing the graceful Aisling step out from the crowd, Marcus was too ashamed to look directly at the elegant and beautiful girl before him.

Aisling walked up to Roy and met his teasing expression with an icy gaze, her tone firm.

"I will admit it—"

Marcus could not bear it any longer and stepped forward to declare loudly.

"I admit defeat. I can't compare to you. Slytherin is inferior to Hufflepuff."

After saying those words, Marcus seemed to have had all his strength drained away.

The field was silent. Aisling stared directly at Roy with cold eyes, her voice devoid of emotion.

"Are you satisfied now?"

Roy smiled.

"Satisfied. More than satisfied. As expected of our Miss Grindelwald. This Haki Bee admires you immensely."

"It's Grindelhill."

Roy suspected Aisling had murderous intent when she said that.

Aisling left with Marcus and the Slytherin students. This time, no one mocked them as they went.

Aisling's intervention had salvaged Slytherin's last shred of dignity. At that moment, even the Gryffindor students raised their opinion of Aisling once again.

Of course, Roy was the exception.

"Damn, when will I have that kind of status? This chick is practically becoming the godfather of Hogwarts."