Today's commentator was Lee Jordan, who had been brought back into the role.
Perhaps because he had gotten his job back, he was brimming with enthusiasm, delivering a passionate commentary.
"Oh, my goodness! The Chief has invented another new batting technique! How did he do that?
What a shame-pah, I mean, what a brilliant play! Slytherin scores again."
By now, the final match was drawing to a close. The seven little Lions were utterly powerless against Shawn's disruptive shots and had started copying the Little Badgers' earlier tactics.
Every player had turned into a Keeper, helping their sharp-eyed guardian Wood defend the hoops, all hoping Harry Potter would hurry up and catch the Golden Snitch.
Riding his broomstick, Shawn leisurely helped his teammates attack the opposing hoops.
The score had reached 150 to 10. Shawn hadn't planned on shutting his opponents out; Professor McGonagall had treated him rather well, after all.
In the main stands, Professor McGonagall clenched both hands tightly, her attention focused entirely on Harry and Draco as they chased each other and fought for position at the edge of the pitch.
With Shawn playing, she held out no hope of scoring with the Quaffle, so she desperately hoped Harry would catch the Golden Snitch first.
She didn't want a repeat of the Ravenclaw match, which they should have won, only for the more talented Harry to carelessly lose because of his "romantic feelings."
Shawn's Slicing Shot technique had improved, so he had switched to a shakehand grip on his bat. It was essentially no different from how most people held a stick, though the finer details of how he applied force weren't something he would share with outsiders.
His unique batting technique had already made him famous. With the Ministry of Magic vigorously promoting him, it was