Hearing everyone's cheers, Neville's lips curved into a smile. All that secret practice had not been wasted.
Since the foul-mouthed pitch commentator Lee Jordan was not there, Fred and George reluctantly took on the job of commentating.
Circling overhead, they used Sonorus to announce loudly:
"On a desolate Quidditch Pitch, a swordsman in black robes stands forlornly in the middle of the field. His gaze is resolute and cold, and a chilling murderous aura surrounds him."
"Gryffindor swordsman Neville Longbottom holds a scorching longsword, its blade giving off a faint golden glow in the sunlight."
"He grips his sword tightly, standing straight on the Quidditch Pitch at Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry. His gaze is sharp and unwavering as he watches the enormous, ferocious python before him."
"Yet in both strength and intimidation, the giant snake is a terrifying, fearsome presence. Facing its challenge will take courage and wisdom to defeat it."
"Can our swordsman Longbottom defeat it?"
"Let's wait and see!"
On the field, Neville heard those words from overhead, along with his fellow students shouting, "Gryffindor swordsman Neville Longbottom!"
His face flushed red, and he muttered under his breath. All he wanted now was to finish the fight quickly. He absolutely could not let those two keep talking.
"The swordsman grips his sharp blade, his gaze firm and resolute. Look, he uses Serpentine Speed Skating to close in on the giant snake, nimbly dodging its attacks. Aiming near the giant snake's head, the swordsman swiftly swings his blade at it."
"Yes, yes, our Gryffindor swordsman Neville Longbottom has struck the Slytherin giant snake!"
The Slytherin students below retorted angrily, "He can't hurt the Slytherin Dragon Pearl Snake!"
George said reluctantly:
"Yes, after all, this snake was made by Professor Holmes. How could it be defeated so easily?"