The Nimbus 2001s were astonishingly fast. All anyone could see were red and green figures streaking across the pitch, their faces impossible to make out.
The most obvious difference for the spectators was how much faster the match had become.
Even Lee Jordan's commentary, delivered at a speed worthy of a rapper, could barely keep up. Finally, he folded his arms in a huff and slumped back in his chair.
"Watch it yourselves!"
Professor McGonagall shot him a fierce glare, but the thrilling clash on the pitch soon drew her attention away. Both sides' intensive training had clearly paid off.
With his "Lucky Charm" in hand, Malfoy's confidence had soared. He was playing better than ever and actually keeping right on Harry's tail. He had always been highly talented, only a notch below Harry.
The two crisscrossed back and forth on their broomsticks. Sometimes Harry tricked Malfoy; sometimes Malfoy fooled Harry with a convincing feint.
After watching for a while, Zhang Xiao couldn't help yawning. He really had no interest in Quidditch. Like baseball and golf in his previous life, it had plenty of fans.
But a lack of interest was a lack of interest. He didn't understand American football either, but at least he could watch burly men crashing into each other. Quidditch... no thanks.
If this hadn't been his house's first match with their new broomsticks, he wouldn't even have wanted to come.
That was also why he had sent Dobby to Huaxia. Everyone's attention was currently focused on the new broomsticks and the old rivalry between Slytherin and Gryffindor.
What if Dobby caused some trouble and stole all the attention?
Bored, Zhang Xiao simply turned his gaze to the spectators around the pitch.
Dumbledore wasn't in the box. The headmaster was actually quite busy. As a major