Shawn's sudden intervention turned the slightly comical atmosphere on the pitch into something genuinely heroic and tragic.
With no opponents to interfere, Marcus raced all over the pitch to pass Bludgers to Shawn, who always disrupted the opposition in unexpected ways.
Two Keepers guarding a hoop? No problem. He just sent a Bludger skimming past their broomsticks, making them get in each other's way and collide.
After several rounds of this, the six Little Badger Keepers had to spread out a little, but that did not help either.
There were two Bludgers, after all, which allowed for even more tricks.
The spectators cheered again and again at Shawn's wildly inventive shots. The visitors seeing him play for the first time declared the trip worthwhile, while some fanatical fans boldly proclaimed that next year's Quidditch World Cup would surely belong to England.
The more Shawn showed off, the more Fred and George stamped their feet in panic. Their mouths and eyes were no longer twisted out of shape, but they could barely stop stammering, and their legs felt weak.
"We're done for! Why did the Dark Lord have to get involved?"
"He could've kept cruising around! Slytherin would definitely have won anyway! Ah, he's interfering again!"
"D-don't panic. That's only the fourteenth time. It's s-still early. Oh! Damn it, why did the Dark Lord suddenly go after Cedric?"
"Twenty-one and twenty-two! The Dark Lord used his Twin Bludger Pass again! George, should we make a run for it now?"
The score soon reached 140-0.
As Hufflepuff's sole remaining hope, Cedric was under crushing pressure. No matter how hard the wind blew, it could not dry the sweat on his forehead.
He had finally spotted the Golden Snitch, only to lose sight of it again after dodging the Bludger Shawn sent at