The match soon began.
Everyone's attention returned to the pitch.
Gryffindor, dressed in red robes, and Slytherin, dressed in green, walked onto the pitch amid cheers and applause.
Both Ravenclaw and Hufflepuff hoped to see Gryffindor beat Slytherin.
Only the Hufflepuff Quidditch captain spoke worriedly from the side:
"I want Gryffindor to win, but at the same time, I'm worried about Slytherin losing.
"If Slytherin loses, it'll mean that advanced flying broomsticks don't have an advantage over skill.
"Harry Potter really is the most skilled Seeker I've seen in years..."
Douglas smiled beside him and said:
"Don't we also have the most skilled Chaser?
"Prepare properly before the match, calm yourselves, and don't think about what you'll gain or lose afterward.
"Only then can you perform to your ability during the match. That way, even if you lose in the end, you'll know where the gap between the two sides lies, rather than simply complaining about which part of your game fell short..."
Cedric understood. Professor Holmes really wasn't optimistic about Hufflepuff's chances.
At a blast of Madam Hooch's whistle,
the entire stadium erupted, and fourteen Quidditch players shot up into the gray sky together.
Douglas pointed at the green figures on the pitch and said:
"When you take the field, I hope you won't flaunt your speed as blatantly as the Slytherin Quidditch Team.
"Keep a level head and play the way you should..."
It wasn't just Douglas. Almost everyone in the stadium could tell that the Slytherin Quidditch Team was showing off its speed advantage.
Draco Malfoy in particular kept darting around Harry like an arrow, seemingly saying something as well.
Soon, Douglas noticed something was wrong.
He had noticed the Beater George knock a Bludger away from Harry several times, but the Bludger seemed to be stuck