The next match is Hufflepuff vs. Ravenclaw.
This match was completely different from the intense game between Gryffindor and Slytherin.
Ravenclaw played like a meticulously calculated game of chess, relying on precise passing, calm tactics, and perfect positioning.
They almost never wasted a single opportunity; the Chaser coordinated flawlessly.
Hufflepuff, on the other hand, plays steadily, defends tenaciously, and has amazing stamina. They don't rush, don't rush, and slowly grind down the pace.
The goalkeeper was as steady as a rock, making it difficult to break through the defense no matter how many shots he took.
There were no malicious collisions, no foul language, only calm tactical exchanges throughout the entire match.
Ravenclaw controlled the ball with his intelligence, while Hufflepuff relied on patient defense, keeping the score extremely close and deadlocked until the very end.
Ultimately, Ravenclaw's Seeker caught the Golden Snitch first, securing a narrow victory.
The audience was completely convinced.
This was the cleanest, smartest, and most dignified Quidditch Match ever.
On the day of the Quidditch House Cup final, the sky was clear and windless, and almost the entire Hogwarts community was present.
After several rounds of fierce competition, the Gryffindor Second Team, who had made a remarkable comeback, and the Ravenclaw First Team, who won with their intelligence and whose tactics were unbeatable.
No one dared to underestimate Gryffindor anymore, but everyone knew the truth.
Ravenclaw is no less formidable than Slytherin.
Madam Hooch blew her whistle, and the competition officially began.
Lee Jordan immediately announced, "The final battle has begun! On one side is the Gryffindor's iron-fisted comeback, and on the other is the intellectually gifted Ravenclaw! This isn't a clash, it's a chess duel!"
Just as the tactics predicted, Ravenclaw started off steady, accurate, and slow.
Their Chaser never force their way through, yet they always manage to appear in the most difficult positions, their passes are almost flawless, and the three of them work together like a precision machine.
Hermione was about to intercept the ball when her opponent immediately changed direction.
Just as George Fred was about to intercept, the route had already been calculated.
Gryffindor, accustomed to fast breaks, found themselves completely powerless, like punching cotton.
Ravenclaw slowly chipped away at the score, quickly taking a 30-0 lead.
The stands were completely silent.
Professor McGonagall frowned slightly. " Ravenclaw has calculated everything."
But Gryffindor move with their own strategy.
Hermione quickly surveyed the area from the air and immediately shouted:
"Change formation! Abandon fast breaks, switch to zonal pressure!"
At her command, the entire team immediately changed formation:
Hermione, Olivia, Sam closely marked Ravenclaw, denying him any space to pass the ball.
George Fred doesn't use his free-flowing style to injure people; he only blocks air passages.
Ron guarded the goal and no longer dared to attack rashly.
This was precisely the strategy devised before the match: use physical strength to suppress intelligence, and use defense to force you into making mistakes.
The situation immediately reached a stalemate.
Ravenclaw's passing became increasingly difficult, his runs were tightly marked, and his rhythm was completely disrupted.
Hermione seized an opportunity during a mistake, stealing the ball in a flash and charging straight at the goal – Goal! 10:30!
"Beautiful! Gryffindor has finally broken the deadlock!" Lee Jordan roared.
Seeing this, Ravenclaw immediately changed tactics, starting to stall, feint, and waste time.
They would rather not score than give Gryffindor any chance.
The entire match became extremely grueling, with both sides' stamina rapidly declining and their jerseys soaked with sweat.
The score remained close at 50-40, with Ravenclaw a slight lead.
Everyone knows that the outcome hinges on the Golden Snitch.
The moment that golden light appeared, it broke the tense situation, and everyone in the audience instantly stood up.
Draco immediately rushed out, but the Ravenclaw Seeker was prepared, sticking close to him the whole time, neither rushing nor intercepting, only interfering.
Even more ruthless, the entire Ravenclaw team once again tightened their defenses, forming a wall with their bodies, making it impossible for Draco to move an inch without fouling or colliding.
This is the most civilized, yet also the most unsolvable, way to blockade.
Hermione yelled again, "Cover the field!"
With her last ounce of strength, she forcefully broke through a path, with George Fred flanking her on both sides, and Ron even abandoning his goal to provide support.
Everyone is paving the way for Draco.
Draco, on the verge of exhaustion, suddenly yanked his broom and made a desperate dive.
He closed his fingers.
Got him!
The whistle pierced the sky!
"Match over! Gryffindor has caught the Golden Snitch! 150 points!"
Final score: Ravenclaw 50 -- Gryffindor 190!
" Gryffindor - Champion!!"
There were no dirty tricks, no harsh words; this was a final match won through wisdom, endurance, and teamwork.
The difficulty is in no way inferior to that of Slytherin.
The Gryffindor stands went completely mad; banners were waving wildly, everyone was crying and hugging, shouting until they were hoarse.
Although the Ravenclaw stands were disappointed, they responded with sincere applause, accepting their defeat wholeheartedly.
The entire Hufflepuff team stood up and applauded, praising it as the most exciting final match ever.
The Slytherin quarter fell silent; no one dared to underestimate this second team anymore.
Pansy's face was ashen, but she couldn't utter a single word.
Professor McGonagall stood up, tears welling in her eyes, and softly uttered, "Pride."
Madam Hooch looked at the team members with eyes full of satisfaction. "This is what Quidditch should be like."
Dumbledore stood at the highest point, clapping softly, his gaze falling on Draco and Hermione, his smile calm and profound.
"Courage lies not only in fighting against darkness, but also in... choosing to believe in each other even when no one believes in you."
He spoke softly, his eyes full of gentle approval.
Lee Jordan picked up the microphone, his voice hoarse yet powerful. "Ladies and gentlemen, this year's Quidditch House Cup has produced a true Legend!"
"A hastily assembled Gryffindor Second Team, from being underestimated, to defeating the seven-time champion Slytherin, and then overcoming the tactical genius Ravenclaw —two tough battles, two bloody fights, two extremely difficult victories!"
"They relied not on luck or equipment, but on courage, unity, and never giving up!"
"Today, they won more than just the trophy—they won the respect of all of Hogwarts!"
"Let us cheer— Gryffindor! Champions!"
As soon as the words were spoken, golden fireworks burst in the sky.
On the awards stage, Madam Hooch personally presented the Quidditch House Cup to Draco.
The heavy silver trophy reflected the sweat-drenched yet gleaming faces of everyone present.
Draco raised the trophy high, Gryffindor Second Team members swarmed around him, putting their arms around each other's shoulders.
Hermione stood beside him, smiling with obvious ease, her wisps of hair on her forehead swaying gently in the wind.
Draco instinctively leaned closer to her, his shoulder almost touching hers in a way that couldn't be more natural.
A roar erupted from the stands once again.
Lavender, Parvati, Dean, Seamus, Neville held up the banner, almost shouting themselves hoarse.
" Gryffindor prevail! Hermione & Draco —unstoppable!"
This time, no one made fun of them anymore; only sincere blessings and pride remained.
The Gryffindor table became a sea of joy.
Team One and Team Two had completely merged into one. Wood patted Draco on the shoulder and said sincerely, "This team was meant to be yours to lead."