A professional player could handle even a sudden change in the weather with ease.
Compared with her seasoned flying style, the Beauxbatons Seeker looked flustered.
Stephens was watching the match too. He nervously closed his eyes and prayed.
The student, who still had one more chance to compete in the Inter-School League, did not want his teammates to leave with regrets.
Yet Beauxbatons' pursuit tugged at the hearts of everyone at Hogwarts.
They held their breath, their eyes instinctively following the players.
Aude Ollie truly was a genius. Her ability was beyond question.
With effortless grace on her broom, she plucked golden honor from the lightning.
The match was over.
Everything was settled.
Aude Ollie descended proudly on her broom.
She looked at the score.
Her triumphant expression froze.
350:210
140 points.
Beauxbatons needed 160 points to claim first place.
She could not believe it. She had calculated everything.
Why had this happened?
She stared at the scoreboard as though someone had cheated.
"A Quidditch match was never a one-person show."
Draco looked at the bewildered child and said, "While you were giving chase, the Beauxbatons players never stopped for a moment."
"Beauxbatons' Chasers scored a crucial goal right at the end."
That goal had destroyed Beauxbatons' dream of taking first place.
The 150-point gap between Hogwarts and Beauxbatons should have been overcome with a single decisive strike.
Yet this time, Aude Ollie had once again met defeat in the student Quidditch she so disdained.
Beauxbatons had not won, but they had given everything they had and proved their pride was deserved.
"Hogwarts is the champion of this Starry Sky Cup."
When Draco, attending as a guest, announced the result, the Hogwarts players finally snapped out of their daze.
They were ecstatic.
Hagrid stood up and cheered too.
He did