In fact, Cedric needed no reminder from Lee Jordan. He had been watching Harry's movements all along. The moment he saw Harry dive, he immediately followed without hesitation.
Although he had not actually seen the Golden Snitch, there was a thick carpet of grass on the ground, and Chasers and Beaters from both sides were flying all over the pitch. Failing to spot a tiny golden ball was perfectly normal.
At a time like this, giving chase was the right choice.
Catching sight of Cedric following out of the corner of his eye, Harry could not help letting the corners of his mouth curl up slightly. Under his control, the Firebolt accelerated again, hurtling straight toward the ground amid the crowd's low gasps.
Seeing this, Cedric dared not fall behind. He accelerated too, following close behind.
His skills were indeed outstanding. Even though Harry had the better broom, their initial distance had not been great, and Harry had not pushed his speed to the limit. By the time they were less than five meters from the ground, Cedric had all but caught up.
Yet Harry still showed no intention of slowing down, stopping, or changing direction. He kept plunging straight down.
Cedric, however, did not dare continue. At their brooms' speed, they would cover that distance in an instant.
One careless move would send both rider and broom crashing into the ground. Although Quidditch players' clothing carried powerful protective magic, a crash like that would still make a few broken bones difficult to avoid.
Most importantly, Cedric still had not spotted the Golden Snitch.
Left with no choice, Cedric slowed and turned, while Harry plunged headfirst downward amid a chorus of gasps.
Although Cedric did not follow him down, his gaze remained fixed firmly on Harry.
Then, before his astonished