In the main stands, Lee Jordan had been keeping his eyes on the Golden Snitch, hoping the match would end as soon as possible.
After all, the Dark Lord had all but crushed his team's spirit. Every player looked utterly dejected.
And now the Dark Lord had just helped the Slytherin Chasers score another goal. Their puppy-eyed guardian of the goalposts had eyes so red that he would probably need a shot in the Hospital Wing after the match.
When he saw Harry catch the Golden Snitch, Lee Jordan immediately announced the result, unable to wait another second.
"Oh! Our brilliant Seeker, Harry, has caught the Golden Snitch once again, earning 150 points! The final score is 200 to 160, and the match is over.
Ahem, Slytherin only narrowly defeated Gryffindor this time. Gryffindor went down with honor. You're the best too!"
"Boo!"
The Young Wizards from the other three houses booed Lee Jordan in unison.
Everyone could see that the Dark Lord had clearly held back. Not only had he handed over ten points, he had neither attacked anyone nor interfered with who caught the Golden Snitch.
Otherwise, the final score would probably have been downright ugly.
But once they had finished booing Lee Jordan, everyone cheered together. Thunderous applause even seemed to stir the dark clouds overhead.
Clap, clap, clap, clap! × N
"The Chief is the handsomest!"
"Chief, I love you!"
"All hail the Chief!" × N
Shawn made a token lap around the stands on his broomstick, politely waving back to the Young Wizards waving at him.
Only then did he calmly nod to the five excited players who had flown over to surround him.
"You all played very well today. Keep it up."
Noticing that Draco was absent, Shawn glanced around casually and spotted the