Gryffindor Victory!
In the sparsely populated stands, Harry and Ron sat alone in a corner.
Not far away, Ginny was watching the game with a frustrated expression.
She was pulled by her classmates to sit in another row.
"Harry, do you think Slytherin or Gryffindor Quidditch Team will win?" Ron poked Harry carefully with his finger.
"I don't know." Harry shrugged.
"Yes, we all know Draco's level. Gryffindor's Stark, his level is only so-so."
"You know, the core of Quidditch is the Seeker. If the Seeker is as good as you, Harry, all the other players need to do is keep the opposing players occupied so they don't bother the Seeker." Ron paused, then changed the subject, "However, the other Slytherin players are only good at cheating within the rules, while Gryffindor is excellent in every way except for the Seeker, and they are also the only Quidditch team that hasn't stopped training since the start of the school year."
"From this perspective, Gryffindor."
Harry nodded in agreement.
Yes, the Gryffindor Quidditch Team has never performed this well before.
Aside from the initial pass to Chaser Johnson being stolen by Marcus Flint, their speed in passing the Quaffle afterward was unbelievable— Lee Jordan barely had time to announce their names.
One Quaffle after another, amidst the astonished expressions of the Slytherin in the stands, passed through the goalkeeper's interception and successfully entered the ring.
"Good! Goal! -- Now Gryffindor and Slytherin are tied 90-10!" Lee Jordan jumped up and down excitedly, while Professor McGonagall just pursed her lips and said nothing.
She was clearly very excited.
"Looks like Slytherin is doomed!" Ron exclaimed excitedly.
The Gryffindor on the stage, along with a small number of Hufflepuff and Ravenclaw, roared with excitement.
"No, not yet, look!" Harry said, Ron looked in the direction Harry was pointing.
It was Draco; he clearly saw something.
Draco flew as fast as lightning, weaving through the crowd, with Stark close behind.
"Danger! That's the stands!" Harry couldn't help but yell. Draco and Stark flew straight toward the wall below the stands.
Their approach drew terrified screams from the students sitting nearby.
Harry was surprised to find a triumphant smile on Draco's face.
Bang! It was Stark; he crashed heavily to the ground.
Apart from Madam Hooch and Professor McGonagall who rushed over, and the spectators in the stands, none of the other Gryffindor members noticed what had happened.
"120:10, well done, Angelina! Your goal is as captivating as you are! 140:10, Gryffindor! The winner is Arya Spinnet —a newcomer with just over a year of official playing experience!" Lee Jordan was showered with Sonorus praise, and his determination to win made them overlook this fact.
The concern shown to Stark from the stands, as well as the gloating sounds coming from Slytherin, were all perceived by the other Gryffindor Quidditch Team players as cheers and interference from the Slytherin members.
Stark, sitting in the audience, shook his head, and Professor McGonagall and Madam Hooch both breathed a sigh of relief.
After their examination, it seemed he had just used a little too much force.
The game was not paused, and Stark got back on his flying broom.
It seems that although he is not as agile Draco, his excellent manners allowed him to avoid injury to himself and his flying broom.
The Slytherin members grinned sinisterly, each one wanting to replicate Draco's success.
As a result, they really missed their last chance.
"160:10, wait, it's 170:160! Draco Malfoy of Slytherin got the Golden Snitch! -- But it's no use! Gryffindor wins!"
"Malfoy caught the Golden Snitch —but Gryffindor Quidditch Team won—good heavens, I don't think anyone expected it to end like this!" The ending was so bizarre that Lee Jordan repeated it again.
Poor Seeker Stark, the game was over the moment he got on his broom, in an unexpected way.
Ten minutes later, on the way back to the castle, Ron marveled.
"I didn't expect your feint to be so good! It startled Harry and me!" Ron patted his chest.
"You should be happy; this failure has little to do with you."
"I think Flint should learn one thing, and that is to play well."
"If they hadn't focused on pulling dirty tricks in the second half, by the time Draco got the Golden Snitch, it wouldn't have been exactly 170:160. You know, Stark was stunned for quite a while!" Harry patted Draco on the back reassuringly.
"Stop it, Harry, it tickles!"
"Ron, and Harry, perhaps Fred and George have been too lenient with you. You have no idea how ruthless they are to us Slytherin."
"It's not that I didn't want to catch the Golden Snitch while Stark was lying dead."
"But they're keeping an eye on me. If I accelerate even slightly, I'll probably get hit hard by the Bludger like poor Adrian," Draco sighed.
"But didn't no one in Gryffindor Quidditch Team notice that Stark had fallen?" Ron asked in surprise.
"They didn't notice, but that doesn't stop them from keeping an eye on me," Draco shrugged.
"Fred and George are that amazing?" Harry asked incredulously.
"They are living, breathing Bludger. When facing Slytherin, they are no different from Slytherin —they are even better at exploiting loopholes in the rules than Slytherin."
"But they become much more restrained when facing Hufflepuff and Ravenclaw."
"If I weren't Ron's friend, I probably wouldn't have had a chance to use a feint." Draco clenched his fist.
Ron and Harry looked at each other in bewilderment.
People have always said that Fred and George are very capable.
I've also watched their matches.
Harry himself even had a personal contest with both of them.
However, they could not have imagined that, from Slytherin's perspective, Fred and George's traits during the match were so worrying to them as opponents.
This is something you can't experience while standing in the stands, or as a member of a non- Slytherin Quidditch Team.
"Let's talk about something lighter, hmm, how about we go find Hagrid?" Ron pointed to Hagrid's Hut at the edge of the Forbidden Forest not far away.
"Yes, we haven't seen him in a long time since he said he was going to take action against the Acromantula." Harry nodded.
"Besides, I haven't seen him recently. Even if he's afraid of Voldemort, he shouldn't be so afraid to leave his own room!" Draco suddenly thought of something.
Harry and Ron's eyes widened as well.
Like this, back when Hagrid secretly kept Norberta!