There are an unusually large number of people watching the Gryffindor match today.
Not only were almost all of Gryffindor's own students present, but the stands for Slytherin, Ravenclaw, and Hufflepuff were also packed.
Even classmates who don't usually care much about Quidditch came over specifically to watch.
The reason everyone is so enthusiastic is that they want to see for themselves what kind of different effect Gryffindor, who are the first to create Quidditch team, can achieve.
Secondly, I also wanted to secretly observe the playing styles and player strengths of both teams to get a clear picture of their strengths and weaknesses, so that I could prepare in advance when we faced off in the House Cup.
The entire stadium was bustling with excitement, like a festival, with a tense yet thrilling atmosphere.
Just as the stands were buzzing with noise, the stadium entrance suddenly fell silent.
Draco and Hermione walked in side by side.
One person held a deep red and gilded broom, while the other held a silver-white and gleaming broom; one was flamboyant and dazzling, the other elegant and upright.
All eyes in the room were immediately drawn to it.
A collective gasp rippled through the Slytherin stands, followed by whispers:
"What are those two brooms? I've never seen them before, they're even better looking than the Nimbus 2000."
The Ravenclaw, on the other hand, adopted a rational observational attitude, their eyes filled with curiosity:
A custom-made flying broom? Its performance seems incredible.
A pair of couple brooms? That's a public display of affection!
The Hufflepuff watched with fond, aunt-like smiles, whispering their admiration:
"So beautiful... their styles match perfectly."
" Gryffindor is going to be really interesting this time."
Not only the others, but his roommate Ron was also completely stunned:
"Hey! What's with those two brooms? They're so cool!"
Lavender, whose focus differed, immediately screamed, "Oh my god—handsome men and beautiful women! I'm totally stunned!"
Parvati nudged her frantically. "Look! Couple brooms! They're a matching set with the scarves!"
Harry stared at the two incredibly stylish brooms, feeling both admiration and nervousness. He silently calculated in his mind: the competition is definitely going to be tough...
The stands were packed with students, and several prominent figures were also seated in the professors' section.
Professor McGonagall, dressed in a dark green robe, stood with her arms crossed, staring intently at the field, ready to record the performance of both teams at any moment.
Professor Flitwick stood on the chair, waving his little flag excitedly.
Even Professor Snape, who was usually indifferent to Quidditch, leaned against a pillar, his gaze sweeping across the field with a sinister look.
His gaze was particularly complex, especially when it fell on Draco.
In addition, Madam Hooch, who was in charge of sports activities, was already standing in the center of the field with her whistle, ready to act as a referee.
The formal match between Gryffindor First Team and second teams was essentially a test of the house's strength, and naturally, all the professors were present to observe.
Firstly, to assess the players' condition; secondly, to prepare for the upcoming House Cup Quidditch tournament; and thirdly, to see just how much potential this newly formed second team has.
Just then, the handsome Draco and beautiful Hermione walked onto the court side by side, holding custom-made couple brooms, instantly attracting the attention of all the teachers and students.
Professor McGonagall adjusted her glasses, her gaze lingering on the two of them for a moment, a very slight smile playing on her lips.
She didn't say anything, but that was tantamount to her tacit approval of this blatantly perfect match.
Professor Flitwick exclaimed softly, "Oh, what a beautiful broom! A custom-made one! Perfect!"
Snape gave a cold snort, but couldn't help glancing again at the two flying brooms covered in "showing affection" written on them, his face darkening even more.
The roommates in the stands instantly erupted in cheers:
"Oh my god! All the professors are here!"
"These two are dating, and Professor McGonagall didn't say anything about it!"
"Oh no, now the whole school knows they're a couple!"
In the commentary box in the stands, Lee Rock had already gripped the microphone tightly.
Upon seeing Draco and Hermione enter side by side, each wielding a custom-made couple's broom, he immediately became excited, his voice blazing with energy:
"Wow--!! Ladies and gentlemen! Entering the stage are Draco Malfoy and Hermione Granger!"
This... this is simply the most dazzling combination of our youth!
He stared at the two brooms he had never seen before, and raised his voice. "What kind of flying brooms are those! They've never been seen at Hogwarts before!"
"Is this the power of the bond between lovers?!"
Lee Rock became increasingly fired up as he spoke, even raising his fist in response:
"This is so exhilarating!"
"I can already foresee that today's match will be a battle of youthful passion!!"
His shouts created an explosive atmosphere in the stands, with cheers rising in waves.
Draco and Hermione rejoined the team side by side.
The second team was already fully assembled: Ron was rubbing his hands together in the goalkeeper position, eager to get started.
George and Fred, the twin Beater, looked at the two with mischievous grins.
Olivia held the bat firmly, alongside Sam, a nimble Chaser.
With everyone present, their morale was in no way inferior to that of the first team.
A short while later, Madam Hooch blew a whistle.
Gryffindor First Team and Team 2 simultaneously entered the field and took off.
Two arrays of brooms faced off on either side of the field.
Team One is a seasoned powerhouse, while Team Two is full of fresh, energetic players.
The sunlight shone brightly on the two brooms, each engraved with the other's name, making them appear particularly dazzling.
The stands erupted in cheers.
Lee Rock gripped the microphone, his blood boiling:
"Youth—this is the true youth of Quidditch!!"
As soon as Draco and Hermione returned to the team, the Gryffindor Second Team immediately formed a circle to cheer them on.
Ron clenched his fists, feeling a mix of nervousness and excitement:
"Our second team can't afford to lose face today! We must make the first team look at us with new eyes!"
George laughed it off:
"Relax, Weasley, no one will blame you for losing—after all, it's that madman Wood on the other side."
Fred continued, " George and I have a simple mission: cause trouble first, the game second, and incidentally, show everyone how cool our captain and vice-captain's new brooms are!"
Olivia gripped her bat firmly, her eyes resolute. "I'll hold the line behind you, don't worry about me."
Draco looked around and said, "Alright, everyone, don't feel pressured. Use this match as practice. Focus on the game and just perform at your usual training level."
George shrugged. "What pressure could there be? We were the dark horse all along."
Fred grinned. "Winning is a huge bonus, losing isn't a loss, and we can also tease Wood a bit."
Finally, Sam spoke firmly, "I believe we will win."
Madam Hooch let out a sharp whistle.
The competition has officially begun!
She tossed the Bludger and the Quaffle high into the air.
One team immediately adopted a swift and decisive tactic, displaying skillful movements and excellent teamwork, their offensive pressing in like a tidal wave.
The second team, on the other hand, used the matches as practice, and their pace was noticeably slower.
Soon, the experienced first team firmly took control of the situation, and the second team was once overwhelmed.
Ron wasn't fully in the game as a goalkeeper, his reactions were a beat slow, and Olivia and Sam couldn't keep up with the high-intensity pace, frequently losing their positions.
Only Hermione held Draco's Protection.
With the broom's exceptional stability and his own fiercely competitive spirit, he relentlessly chased, retreated, and intercepted, keeping the score close and preventing the gap from widening.
George and Fred swung their bats wildly, knocking away the Bludger and using their excellent teamwork to relieve pressure on the team.
Although they were behind in the score, they were not completely crushed.
The audience immediately noticed something was wrong with Hermione's broom; it was moving incredibly fast.
In the commentary booth, Lee Rock gripped the microphone, his blood boiling with excitement:
"Ladies and gentlemen! Please be aware of Hermione Granger's flying broomstick!"
"Its speed, steering, and stability are all unlike any ordinary broom; this is absolutely a top-of-the-line custom broom that surpasses the Nimbus 2000!"
"She single-handedly held up the second team's defense! That's the explosive power of youth!!"
Katie from Team One executed a beautiful mid-air maneuver and retrieved the Quaffle: "Sisters, while we still have the tempo, let's crush them!"
Angelina nodded. "That's right, let's widen the score gap in one fell swoop!"
Alicia quickened her pace to catch up. "Don't give them a chance to breathe!"
The Gryffindor First Team's offensive once again rained down on the second team like a storm.