Luna the Stand-Up Comedian

As a veteran of six years and nearing twenty, William was greeted with enthusiastic cheers from the students as he entered the arena.

Regardless of whether you like Ravenclaw or not, or dislike William, the veterans still deserve respect.

William was very obliging, waving his hands and enjoying the cheers.

Qiu followed behind, completely relaxed.

During this period, she certainly enjoyed being the team leader, but she was mentally exhausted.

After all, with William off the field, Ravenclaw is a completely different team.

Being the captain is definitely awesome, but would you rather stay with one team?

In a team with a max-level Stark, a three-time defending champion, and easily stomping weaker opponents... what about Seeker?

Would you rather be the captain of an ordinary team that can hold its own against anyone, and even occasionally get slaughtered?

Autumn would naturally choose the former.

Now that William has arrived, victory is assured!

Qiu was cheerful and happy; her favorite food was deep-fried golden-brown lion dog-shaped pastries.

The Gryffindor team also took to the field soon after.

Captain Harry walked at the front, his face resolute and deep.

If they win this match, they will have a chance to overtake Hufflepuff and move into second place in the standings.

Does Harry have confidence? He has absolutely no confidence.

The opposing team has a max-level account run by William, who's practically cheating. Nobody can have confidence against an opponent like that.

Even Cho, Harry didn't think was easy to deal with.

They've faced off so many times that they know each other inside and out.

Furthermore, Harry sometimes shows chivalry towards women and enjoys gentlemanly conduct... making it even less likely that he could outshine Cho.

But Harry remained calm; he had thought things through carefully and had something to rely on.

That is the strategic weapon, the McLaggen.

Harry finally understood why McLaggen, despite his explosive physical attributes and good skills, hadn't made it into the Quidditch team in the past six years.

They're such troublemakers.

In the past three games, he has injured four players:

Two of our own, two of the enemy's.

This is a classic example of a strategic weapon that kills a thousand enemies but injures eight hundred of its own!

But sometimes, this kind of exchange can be profitable.

For example, whoever replaces William will make a huge profit.

Harry is hoping that McLaggen can also deliver a great performance today and knock William off the field.

Although he didn't want to be so dirty, sometimes when he couldn't win, underhanded tactics were still very effective.

Iron elbow, eye gouging, and egg chasing... these are the three most powerful of the 72 Quidditch moves Charlie taught him...

Learning one skill can guarantee a top-two finish; mastering a unique skill can even get you into the Quidditch World Cup.

William had clearly mastered the Iron Elbow technique to an unparalleled level.

Harry was happily imagining William's injury and departure from the game when his gaze inadvertently glanced back, and his expression suddenly turned ugly.

He saw Dean and Ginny, their fingers intertwined, looking incredibly intimate.

Dean also spoke warmly to Ginny:

"Ginny, it's Valentine's Day. After this match, would you like to come to the Hogsmeade Lovers' Hotel with me?"

I'm there, and I've prepared the best Valentine's Day gift for you.

Dean is an adult now and can't wait to do the things that adults should do.

Harry took a deep breath. Fine... the game can be lost, Dean must die.

Dean must be kicked out of this match.

McLaggen must prove himself and finish Dean off for the rest of the season.

Perfect! Isn't it a case of "killing a thousand enemies while losing eight hundred of your own"? If that "eight hundred" refers to Dean, that would be wonderful.

So Harry walked over to McLaggen, patted him on the shoulder, and encouraged him:

"McLaggen, this game is all up to you. Go all out, understand?"

"I know," McLaggen snorted.

"I told you before, Harry, you play too softly, like a sissy."

If I were the captain of this team, we would have won seven consecutive championships by now.

Of course, it's not too late for you to cling to my coattails now.

Wow, you've got some nerve, putting on airs already?

But Harry held back his temper and kicked Dean away, then kicked the tool out as well.

As for whether or not to play Brother Quidditch with Ron, let's just forget about it.

Life is peaceful and serene, but Harry doesn't want to carry a heavy burden.

Perhaps because of Harry's "yielding," McLaggen felt that he was the real leader of the group.

He suddenly took crab-like steps and ran towards the technical table.

He pulled out magnesium powder from somewhere and suddenly threw it into the sky.

Putting aside whether it's imposing or not, this air pollution is definitely serious.

Snape was staring wide-eyed at Harry's eyes when a gust of wind blew by, and magnesium powder unexpectedly stung his eyes.

"Oh no, my eyes! I can't see... Who is it?!"

Snape didn't see who had sprinkled the magnesium powder, but he still shouted without hesitation:

"Gryffindor points deducted!!"

McGonagall: "..."

There was no wind in the sky, only Duoduo white clouds, and occasionally, dazzling sunlight would shine through.

This kind of weather is actually quite bad; it's easy for the sunlight to shine into the athletes' eyes.

Having practiced countless times, he didn't need William to remind him much; he simply extended his hand.

"Come with me... and go on a rampage!"

All the Ravenclaw players placed their hands on it, looking menacing.

As long as William is there, the national team will show you what I'm made of!

In the Gryffindor Quidditch Team, just as Harry was about to say a few words, McLaggen presumptuously spoke up:

"Troublesome weather! Coote, Peakes, you need to fly where the sun doesn't reach, so the enemy can't see you coming."

"I'm the captain, McLaggen, you don't need to instruct them." Harry couldn't hold back any longer and said irritably, "Go to the goal."

McLaggen snorted again, picked up his broom, and walked away. Harry turned to Coote and Peakes.

"Remember to fly where the sun doesn't shine," he reluctantly instructed.

Harry shook hands with William, and at Madam Hooch's whistle, all the players took to the air.

On the commentary stage,

Luna, who had already given the commentary several times, held the microphone and spoke in a dreamlike voice.

Spring has arrived, all things are coming back to life, and the Forbidden Forest has once again become the Fantastic Beasts...

"Miss Lovegood, please provide commentary on the match!" Professor McGonagall said helplessly.

Since Li graduated, it's been difficult to find commentators.

It's not that I'm biased, otherwise I'd just like to dictate the pace of the game. And for the entire match, it was basically all about porting Little GG to Akali Shop...

Luna is already Professor McGonagall; she can find the best commentator.

It's no exaggeration to say that this is the tallest among the short.

After looking around, he's still a short guy.

Fortunately, Luna still tried her best. At least after Professor McGonagall reminded her, she seemed to wake up from her slumber and focused her energy on the competition.

"Anne of Gryffindor got the Quaffle."

We're best friends, but I won't be cheering her on today because she scored 160 points against Ravenclaw last time.

William made a swift backhand steal, completing a beautiful tackle from Anne.

I know Anne is no match for her brother.

In Gryffindor, only Hermione can contain William... but she doesn't like Quidditch.

William was speechless for a moment, then turned to look at Luna.

But during that brief moment of distraction, Anne returned the ball and made a steal.

"Oh, look! William dropped the Quaffle, and Anne snatched it away."

William tried to steal it, but a Bludger came from a big player from Gryffindor.

I don't remember the name, it seems to be Gandalf, no, Baggins.

"It's Peakes!" Professor McGonagall called out from beside Luna.

The audience burst into laughter.

William was speechless. Why is Luna commentating on a match? Wouldn't she be better off doing stand-up comedy?

(Thanks to the three generous donors "Zhenjian Suiyue", "Mafia1896", and "Reason" for their generous donations.)