Bangs rang out continuously in the Weasley family's rustic garden. The Magical Long-Table Collision Contest had reached a fever pitch, the situation tense as the two evenly matched teams traded blows. Spectator number one, Brian, took a sip of mead and asked leisurely, "Who will win?"
"Harry and Ron, of course," said spectator number two, Sirius, without hesitation. "Look, Harry and Ron have found where to apply their strength. This match is about to end."
But things did not turn out as Sirius had predicted. Harry and Ron did indeed choose an almost perfect point to exert their strength and push their table forward, but the Twins, seasoned veterans of the Magical Long-Table Competition, seized an even more perfect moment-as the table spun sideways and lost momentum, they used both magic and their arms to push forward together, crushing Ron and Harry's team in a thoroughly satisfying victory.
"Wow, I have to say, that was a beautiful move from those two lads! Harry and Ron are still too green. They need more practice!" Sirius had now become a staunch supporter of the Twins' team.
Harry and Ron lay dejectedly on the lawn, analyzing their tactics. Propping himself up on his right hand, Harry looked up at the sky and said, "Ron, we shouldn't have dodged just now. We should have found a better angle and met them head-on again."
"Mm-that's true, but we actually had an even better option. We could have used another little table to ambush Fred from behind on his left-he'd have been hampered by the left half of his own backside and definitely wouldn't have reacted in time!" Ron said indignantly. "That's it. We'll definitely win next time!"
The losing side needed to bolster morale after the battle, devise new tactics, and do all sorts of