A Legend's Final Bow, Four-Time Champions! (Two-in-One, 4,400 Words)

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On the day of the final,

The sky was blue, the clouds were white, there were many people, and the sun was warm.

Every man, woman, and child from the entire school appeared on the field, including their current arch-rivals... Trelawney and the Centaur Firenze.

But each teacher's joys and sorrows are unique.

For example, Professor Flitwick was naturally very excited; he even prepared Champagne, just waiting for Ravenclaw to win their fourth consecutive title so he could open it and celebrate.

If he wins the championship, for the rest of the summer, the other three deans will have to lower their heads and not dare to look him in the eye.

Along with this joy, there was also a touch of melancholy.

Ravenclaw waited decades before they finally got William.

With graduation approaching, will Ravenclaw go from a championship team back to a fourth-rate team next year?

Having been used to being superior to others, the contrast of having to kneel and beg for food is unbearable for anyone.

However, if you told Professor McGonagall this idea, you'd probably get beaten to death on the spot.

Gryffindor hasn't won a title in ten years, and I've endured it all... You're about to win your fourth consecutive title, and you're here at Versailles, huh?

Professor McGonagall was experiencing incredibly mixed feelings; on one hand, she hoped William would have a brilliant farewell performance.

This was her most admired student, and also the best student she had ever taught.

But they didn't want Gryffindor to lose, or at least not suffer a crushing defeat.

Snape was overjoyed. Do you know how he'd spent those seven years? Do you know?!

After seven years of hard work, Shidake is finally graduating, and the Slytherin will be back in the spotlight.

He wants both the Quidditch Cup and the House Cup!

Are you ready to welcome back Slytherin's rule?

Of course, what makes me happiest is seeing Gryffindor being slaughtered again today... I feel even better than if I had drunk a glass of water from 1982.

So, although Slytherin finished last in both Quidditch and the House Cup this year, Snape won by a landslide.

Win twice!

Just boil it and that's it.

As the commentator, Luna held the script Anne had written for her and read aloud:

His fame spread from Britain to Constantinople;

His talent cannot be concealed even by the vast skies atop the Alps;

He darted across the field like an elf, his technique superb and his movements beautiful as a painting, utterly mesmerizing;

He is the best player in Hogwarts history, the greatest scorer Ravenclaw's Hawk King.

"William Stark!!!"

William: "..."

Upon hearing Luna's overly dramatic declaration, he had absolutely no desire to lead his team onto the field.

Are you trying to be awkward?

"I think it's pretty good." Qiu laughed until her stomach hurt, but she still forced herself to laugh and urged William to leave the locker room.

"Next up is William's forever most loyal second-in-command, the legendary treble -Seeker Ravenclaw, and the most beautiful player at Ravenclaw, Cho Chang!"

Autumn:"..."

"Let's go, William, let's withdraw from the competition." She was too ashamed to face anyone.

William grabbed the reluctant Qiu and dragged her toward the arena.

The stadium erupted in noise as William appeared.

All the students were dressed in their respective college uniforms, but all had Ravenclaw sky-blue decorations wrapped around their arms.

A veteran in his twenties, Hogwarts' eternally legendary farewell performance—we must still show him some respect.

Once he graduates, all four house Quidditch teams will retire his number seven broomstick, and no one will be allowed to use that number again.

William is a living legend!

Above the stadium, there were various flags bearing William's name, listing his achievements in three tournaments over the past six years:

"Triple Crown Winner", "Greatest Scorer in History"...

Above Slytherin, messages like "You're in the top three of the blacksmithing rankings," "Non-stick pan," and "Hogwarts' number one braggart, all thanks to his teammates!" floated in the air.

There were also GIFs of him committing fouls with his elbows and chasing his balls...

Who is this? It must be their own number one hater!

William looked closely and saw that Professor Snape was directing the students to wave flags...

That's alright then.

As Gryffindor entered the arena, Luna continued her introduction:

"He inherited Diggory's glory and is a current legendary two-time runner-up."

He has two more years, and it's very likely he'll surpass Cedric, achieving the feat of becoming a four-time runner-up and a perennial runner-up! That's simply unprecedented!

He's Harry... Potter!!

Ron hugged Harry's waist and touched his exaggeratedly large pectoral muscles, saying:

"Harry, Luna isn't very bright, don't bother with her!"

"Standing next to Potter is a patient with severe 'goal-conceding syndrome'—the two-time winner of the 'My Favorite Goalkeeper' poll."

It's worth mentioning that all the votes came from students in the other three colleges, making it absolutely well-deserved.

And there's also Ron Weasley, the undisputed king of the Hogwarts' five biggest blunders!

"Ron, never mind, never mind... Luna's not thinking straight..." Harry quickly hugged Ron.

Ron angrily pounded his head and roared, "As if you're the only one with a brain!"

"..."

In the audience, Lavender watched the two of them tugging and pulling at each other, crushing the walnuts they were playing with.

She planned to sneak into the Gryffindor locker room after the game.

Using the strength he had practiced for over a month, he crushed Harry's most precious possession.

Madam Hooch walked to the center of the court, hands on her hips, pondering the severity of the officiating in this final match.

Before the match, Trelawney and Firenze made a Prophecy.

It's a competition between two people to Prophecy which team will win. The loser has to acknowledge the other person as the true Seer.

To put it bluntly, it's somewhat like a father-son game, but at its core it's still about betting on football.

But both players believed Ravenclaw would win, so they decided to bet on over/under.

Madam Hooch had naturally bet that both teams would score a large number of points, so she couldn't let Gryffindor collapse so quickly.

However, Professor McGonagall, who was a betting enthusiast, did not participate.

Because she couldn't bet on Ravenclaw to win, but she also felt that Gryffindor couldn't win.

Wouldn't beting money on that be a waste? She wasn't going to be a sucker.

At that moment, Madam Hooch blew her whistle, and fourteen brooms flew into the air.

"The Quaffle is on Ravenclaw's side now," Luna shouted.

"Bradley is positioned high up to facilitate, the Beater spread out on the wings, and William, with his Quaffle, is looking to cut to the backdoor... a typical Big Eagle offense start."

Anne, Katie, and Ginny separated, subtly forming a triangle, and moved closer to William.

William, carrying the Quaffle, pretended to rush upwards, drawing away two Chaser, then faked a shot and made a real pass, passing the ball to Bradley.

"It's the Porskoff Ploy! William has drawn three enemy players to surround him!" Luna accurately judged the situation on the court.

"The Gryffindor Beater swung his short bat at the Accio Bludger, sending it hurtling toward Bradley;

But he ducked down to avoid the Bludger, threw Quaffle, and Marcus, hovering below, caught the ball and sent it flying toward the goal.

Ron did a great job... cough cough, I'm getting distracted!

Ron did Ravenclaw a favor. It wasn't that he didn't realize it, but rather that he anticipated it too early.

Based on past experience, William will always be allowed to take the first shot.

Ron anticipated that Marcus would pass the ball, and that he only needed to mark William, but he didn't expect the opponent to play by the rules.

"Marcus scores! He's got the first goal!" Luna shouted. "Ravenclaw leads 10-0!"

The entire stadium erupted in cheers and applause, shaking the stadium itself.

But William's gaze sharpened slightly; he had already understood Gryffindor's tactics for today:

Four players would surround William, and if necessary, even Harry could join the defense, all to cut off William's connection with his teammates.

At least prevent him from shooting, leaving the other two Chaser open, and betting on their shooting touch.

After playing for so long, everyone understands that only by limiting William can they have a chance to win.

Otherwise, all will be in vain!

Of course, the key to the success of this tactic was that the other players in Ravenclaw were really not in good form.

In fact, this tactic actually worked.

After scoring two goals, Bradley and Marcus both lost their touch after committing a foul and a timeout.

Katie, in particular, hit him hard, swelling Marcus's hand.

Madam Hooch only called a regular foul.

William draws all the defense, but when his teammates are off their game, he can still ridiculously miss all three shots, even with wide-open shots.

After several rounds, the Ravenclaw players failed to score, and Ron inexplicably gained confidence.

Ron has the skills, but his mentality is lacking.

Now that he didn't have to face William, his ball-playing skills, which he usually displayed when playing with Harry, were fully on display.

William tried to stage several incidents, but Madam Hooch never gave a whistle.

Instead, just as he was about to strike with his elbow, before he could even move, Ginny clutched her flat chest, looking pained, as if William's elbow had dented her.

Madam Hooch immediately blew her whistle, giving William a lewd warning.

William helplessly shrugged.

He is aware of the free throw standards tonight.

That is, Gryffindor have hairy whistles and cylinders, while they don't!

In short, faking it won't work. To deal with the three female Chaser from Gryffindor, I have to be tough, otherwise I won't be able to break through.

William raised his right hand, signaling to his teammates to provide cover.

Both new Beater are very tall. There's a reason for choosing them; their size alone can create space for each other.

"It's the Elevator Doors Tactic! William found an open shot, caught the ball, and fired a super long-range shot—it's in!"

The core of the Elevator Doors Tactic is a very accurate shooter and two Beater who can completely close the elevator door, creating space for the shooter to shoot.

As the elevator doors close, the shooter must be able to smoothly pass between the two Beater to receive the ball.

William undoubtedly met the criteria; he not only shot accurately, but also shot far, and shot at a high frequency.

Even "seven times a day" cannot describe his strength.

Wherever there's an opening, William is the best shooter.

However, this tactic also has its drawbacks.

After scoring four goals in a row, and just as Ravenclaw was about to take off, Madam Hooch blew her whistle again to forcefully interrupt the rhythm.

She called two moving screen fouls on the Ravenclaw Beater.

William strongly suspects that Madam Hooch took the money; otherwise, why would she be targeting the adorable Ravenclaw like this?

But it doesn't matter... William wanted to win easily, but Gryffindor forced him to evolve from "laid-back William" to "full-power William".

The hunt is about to begin!

William his Firebolt, suddenly accelerating, and with a broom in hand, he was unstoppable.

The dull thud of the brooms hitting each other was particularly jarring.

Ginny really wanted to stage an accident, but with the broom shaking, she had to hold it with both hands to keep her balance.

The moment to demonstrate the technological gap has arrived.

William moved with perfect balance, as steady as a rock. Without even needing to hold the broom, he controlled his speed flawlessly, easily leaving Ginny behind.

He made no physical contact with Ginny, and his hand movements were impeccably clean, giving Madam Hooch no chance to blow the whistle.

"Ginny, getting past you is easier than getting past Ron."

William left her with only this one piece of trash talk, which made her heart pound with anger.

After shaking off Ginny, Katie accelerated and charged forward, while William suddenly slowed down, and the two brooms collided.

He used the force to bounce back and sweep back, creating a vortex in the air.

Anne blocked his path, her movements ghostly as she attempted to kick the Quaffle in William's hands and steal the ball.

Unfortunately, William has been playing basketball for many years, and his dribbling skills are far superior to those of his silly younger sister, Anne.

The round, plump Quaffle moved rapidly between her two hands, dazzling Anne.

She had no choice but to lunge forward and grab her brother's clothes.

"Anne grabbed William's clothes, isn't that a foul? And Ginny, she arrived too, and hugged William."

Yes, that's right, the situation was so absurd that both girls were clinging to him.

Ginny even used a desperate scissor kick to block William's view.

Luckily, she was wearing leggings; otherwise, William would have suffocated without even needing to cover his vision.

William completely ignored the two of them. He suddenly picked up the broom, turned around, took a deep breath, and with an extremely solemn expression, he bent over and placed his hands on the broom.

William is getting faster and faster, he's inside, in the Restricted Section... he's about to shoot!

Shoot!

Shoot!

The great Ravenclaw Chaser! William Stark carried on the glorious tradition of Hogwarts.

Ravenclaw, Gryffindor, Slytherin, Hufflepuff's spirits possessed them at that moment.

William alone represents the long history and tradition of Hogwarts Quidditch; at this moment, he is not fighting alone, he is not alone.

Smack

The Quaffle was thrown, and everyone looked up, following the unassuming red ball toward the Gryffindor goal.

Everyone stood up excitedly, hoping that Ron could do what Wood did that year and save William's ball time and time again.

Unfortunately, William is not the same William as three years ago, and Ron is not the Wood as three years ago.

He stood frozen, too afraid to move, as the red ball shot right over his head, ruffling a tuft of his red hair.

The Quaffle was so fast that it ignited the tuft of hair, and the sound of it cutting through the air lingered in Ron's ears for a long time.

Professor Flitwick jumped up in the crowd, just enough to barely make out the top of his head, and shouted excitedly:

"Go back, all of you go back! The competition is over. Gryffindor is only here to compete for second place! You're only here to compete for second!"

The game is indeed over; William has demonstrated what a historic Chaser is.

Steals, breakthroughs, long-range shots... William single-handedly took on four opponents, staging Quidditch version of the Fast and the Furious.

Even when he was surrounded by five players, he still reached out for the ball, shouting, "I'm wide open, give me the ball now, hurry up!"

Okay, he redefined what an open position means!

Previously, his opponents were too weak, and he even had a three-peat, which put no pressure on William and prevented him from performing at his full potential.

But this time, he truly demonstrated what dominance means.

His behavior threw the entire Gryffindor Quidditch Team into disarray... they didn't know how to play anymore.

The entire Gryffindor was in complete disarray... In the end, Cho captured the Golden Snitch...

A difference of 580 points, breaking the historical record once again, and also paying tribute to my 58. com cannon.

As the game ended, everyone couldn't help but cheer and shout out:

"Ravenclaw Champions!"

William sat on his flying broomstick, already exhausted, and simply sat there.

"There are no gods in Quidditch. If there were, it would be William Stark," Luna called out, watching William's retreating figure.

"In this arena, we will continue to see Ravenclaw matches, continue to see Gryffindor, continue to see Slytherin and Hufflepuff."

But we will never see these veterans again.

All I can say is, goodbye William, goodbye Qiu, goodbye to this legendary team that won four championships in six years.

The legend is about to end, and everyone is applauding wildly for this Ravenclaw Quidditch Team.

In the sunlight, William simply held the Quidditch Cup high.