After the Golden Snitch appeared--
Draco moved almost simultaneously with Higgs, and Hermione's Hero unleashed astonishing explosive power, instantly leaving her opponent half a body length behind.
But no one expected that Slytherin had planned this all along.
Upon seeing this, Captain Flint roared and changed the entire strategy:
"Everyone! Stop Malfoy! At all costs!"
In an instant, the entire Slytherin squad swarmed around them like madmen.
The Chaser Pucey, charged forward, using his body to block the ball.
Beater Bole and Derrick swung wildly, slamming the Bludger around Draco.
Even goalkeeper Bletchley abandoned his post, sweeping his broom across the field to completely block Draco's path.
The five people, like an impenetrable green net, trapped Draco firmly in the center.
They used dirty tactics, malicious collisions, Cleansweep with broom handles, covert shoving... they spared no effort.
"Despicable!" Professor McGonagall stood up abruptly.
Madam Hooch's repeated whistles couldn't stop the Slytherin, who were already in a bloodthirsty frenzy.
Draco was completely bogged down, while Higgs seized the opportunity to catch up with the Golden Snitch, laughing triumphantly.
" Malfoy! You're dead today!"
Hermione watched with bated breath as the Golden Snitch was about to fall into enemy hands.
Without the slightest hesitation, she raised her arm and shouted sharply:
"Squad cover! Clear the way for Draco!"
Before she finished speaking, Hermione charged forward like a sharp, red blade, piercing straight into the Slytherin encirclement.
Ignoring the opponent's charge and elbow strikes, she used her body to block the Pucey, even throwing the Quaffle aside. At that moment, she had only one thought—to protect Draco.
Olivia and Sam followed closely behind, the three forming a red defensive line that forcefully tore open a gap.
"We'll hold them off!"
" Draco! Let's go!"
George and Fred were even more enraged, swinging their bats with incredible speed, smashing the incoming Bludger back, specifically targeting the Slytherin Beater ' paths:
"Want to mess with our captain? You'll have to get past us first!"
"Today I'll show you that Gryffindor is not to be trifled with!"
Even goalkeeper Ron went all out; he temporarily left the goal, charged around on his broomstick, and blocked Bletchley's path with his body, shouting:
"Don't go any further! I won't let you stop him!"
The entire stadium instantly transformed into a fierce aerial battle.
Red and green intertwined, brooms crossed, the wind howled, and shouts shook the heavens.
Slytherin tried to stop them, Gryffindor tried to protect them.
One side resorts to any means necessary, while the other fights to the death to protect its territory.
Lee Jordan was so excited he almost crushed the microphone in his hand.
"A chaotic melee! An unprecedented chaotic melee! The entire Gryffindor team is using their bodies to pave the way for Malfoy! This isn't just one person's fight! It's the whole team protecting each other!"
The shouts from the stands almost lifted the sky.
" Gryffindor! Good luck!"
Hermione! Draco!
The encirclement was gradually torn apart.
With his teammates providing cover, Draco finally broke through the blockade and caught up with the Golden Snitch once again.
Higgs panicked and lunged forward recklessly, his broom nearly colliding with Draco.
Draco's eyes turned cold, and he suddenly lifted his broom, performing a textbook-perfect aerial drift.
This completely put them ahead of Higgs.
His hand grabbed hard at that point of golden light...
I've got it.
The Golden Snitch was firmly in Draco Malfoy's grasp!
Madam Hooch's whistle pierced the sky with a sharp sound:
"Match over! Gryffindor has caught the Golden Snitch —150 points!"
A moment of deathly silence fell over the entire stadium, followed by a deafening roar of cheers.
Lee Jordan screamed like a madman:
"Victory! Gryffindor has won! Final score: Slytherin 70, Gryffindor 200! Their seven-year reign has ended! Slytherin's dynasty has collapsed!"
All the Slytherin froze in mid-air, their faces ashen, unable to utter a single word.
Flint clenched his fists, trembling with anger, but there was nothing he could do.
Draco landed slowly, the Golden Snitch clutched tightly in his palm.
Hermione rushed over, and the two embraced gently in mid-air.
George, Fred, Ron, Olivia, and Sam all gathered around.
There was no celebratory clamor, only the gasps of relief and unwavering resolve of survivors.
They fought with all their might, and as a second-string team, they overthrew the seven-year reigning champions.
Draco looked up at the entire arena, his voice clear and powerful, echoing throughout. "I said it before, your era is over."
The wind swept through their bright red team uniforms, and sunlight fell upon them.
This battle was arduous, brutal, passionate, and glorious.
Gryffindor Second Team wrote their own Legend with an impossible victory.
Madam Hooch's final whistle pierced the sky, and the entire stadium fell silent for half a second before erupting into a sea of fire.
Lee Jordan, gripping the microphone tightly in the commentary booth, spoke with excitement that echoed throughout the stadium:
"Unbelievable! A Gryffindor Second Team, underestimated by everyone, faced the seven-time reigning Slytherin in their opening match. Targeted and surrounded by opponents, they defied all odds with courage and unity, securing this most difficult and incredible victory ever! They made history, ending the dynasty! This is Gryffindor!"
Everyone in Gryffindor stood up, screaming, stomping their feet, hugging, and laughing through tears.
Lavender and Parvati shook the banner wildly, their voices hoarse from shouting.
Dean and Seamus jumped up, waving their scarves; Neville clenched his fists, tears welling in his eyes, and clapped incessantly.
The banner fluttered wildly in the wind: Gryffindor will prevail! Hermione and Draco are invincible!
The Slytherin area is different.
There was a deathly silence.
The people who had been shouting the loudest just now all had stiff faces and blank stares.
The green and silver scarf and badges were all dull and lifeless. Pansy turned pale, trembling with anger, and turned to leave.
The eagles exclaimed in amazement, "That broomstick was terrifying! Malfoy's Seeker's instincts are top-notch!"
Besides that, Hufflepuff's applause was the loudest. "That was so hard-won! You won fairly, that's amazing!"
Professor McGonagall slowly stood up, a genuine smile appearing on her usually serious face. Her eyes welled up slightly, and she said softly, "Well done, Gryffindor."
Professor Flitwick jumped up and cheered shrilly, clapping his little hands until they were red.
Madam Hooch smiled at the Gryffindor: "You deserved this victory! This is Quidditch!"
The entire Gryffindor First Team stood up and applauded. Wood's eyes were red, filled with pride and admiration.
The Slytherin Quidditch Team froze in mid-air, their faces ashen, their seven years of pride shattered completely.
Draco landed steadily next to Hermione and gently supported her.
The members of the second team huddled together, exhausted, yet their smiles were incredibly bright.
Despite being a second-string team, they staged a remarkable comeback, making their name known throughout Hogwarts.