People are in Hogwarts, and werewolves block the door at the beginning.

Chapter 92 Quidditch Final

The only sound in the entire stadium, apart from the roar of the crowd, was the sound of commentator Lee Jordan casting a sound amplification spell.

The sound was loud but not harsh, and was clearly heard by every spectator in the stadium.

Bagir suspected that Lee Jordan's amplification spell had reached the second or even third level after years of use.

It has the characteristics of making the sound softer and expanding the propagation range.

"The Quaffle is on the Slytherin side now. Oh no - Flint from Slytherin is dribbling the ball towards the goal! Beautiful - Oliver Wood has blocked it! Oh no, Adrian is nearby. Will the Quaffle be back in the hands of the Slytherins?"

"Great! A nice Bludger from George Weasley! It hits the Quaffle just right! Angelina Johnson has it!"

"The Quaffle has fallen into Gryffindor's hands."

"Nice turn, around Derian, down low—the Quaffle's gone! She's got big, stupid Miles confused!"

“While diving just now, the ball quietly passed into the hands of Katie Bell!”

"Wow! The Quaffle went in! - She scored! Ten to zero for Gryffindor!"

Most of the students watched the game following Lee Jordan's commentary.

But Bagel is different.

The Quidditch pitch was also part of him.

He narrowed his eyes slightly, and everything on the court was taken in by him in 365 degrees.

The Golden Snitch flying fast and disappearing in the golden sunlight; the scenery under Angelina's skirt; Hagrid sneaking out of his umbrella to modify the words "Go Draco" on the clouds; the unknown Hufflepuff student who turned into Sirius to satisfy his girlfriend
"Interest is indeed the best teacher. He can even brew a troublesome potion like Polyjuice Potion."

"No wonder Sirius is missing a piece of hair. But why didn't he notice it?" Bagel smiled maliciously.

He prefers watching these to watching the game.

However, there are two other people on the court who have the same insight as Bagel - on the Golden Snitch.

They are Harry and Draco.

They hovered high in the sky, higher than everyone else.

His eyes narrowed and followed the golden light, turning slightly like an owl seeing a mouse.

At the same time, they stared at each other out of the corner of their eyes.

If you are facing a mediocre player.

They could have just flown straight at the Snitch, using their superior reflexes to dodge Bludgers and other players' blocking moves.

But they knew exactly the level of the other party.

Every slight turn of the broom handle by the person on the other side just blocked the "road" to the Golden Snitch.

The situation became a stalemate instead.

There were bursts of buzzing in the stands. They had thought that this match would be as exciting as the first time Harry and Draco faced off on the court. But now the performance of the two made them particularly dissatisfied.

"Were they cast a confusion spell before going on stage?"

"Get down! This is not the place for you to fall in love!"

"Malfoy, don't think you can give up just because your father is dead!"

"Potter, don't sympathize with him! The Malfoy family are all bad people!"

Bajir felt that some of the words were a bit excessive.

He frowned.

"You can say that about my son? Even if he's my stepson, what's your rank?"

There are many people who are as unhappy as Bagir.

Some of them were knowledgeable people who shouted at the professional terms, saying that those people were too uneducated to understand them; some claimed that it was immoral to mention other people's deceased family members; but most of them simply stood on the side of the two.

Among these people, Harry's relatives and friends account for the largest proportion.

Ron rolled up his sleeves; Neville bent down and pulled out a sword-like stick with a natural handle from his feet; Seamus raised his wand, ready to create an explosion at any time; Sirius muttered something and chanted a curse spell; Hagrid stood up and picked up a senior Gryffindor student who was slandering Harry in front of him like a chicken.
Just when the fight was about to break out on the field, the two people who had been hovering in the air finally moved.

Their flying directions were completely opposite.

One down, one up.

You know, there is only one Golden Thief.

Everyone was a little confused. Lee Jordan also said he was a little confused: "Harry Potter and Draco Malfoy finally moved! But the direction is so... unreasonable?"

But Bagir, who had a bird's-eye view of the whole situation, saw it clearly.

The Golden Snitch is not a motionless, dead object.

It was flying around the field in an extremely complex pattern.

Both of them noticed the pattern and captured the point where the golden snitch closest to them was staying.

So, one of them went down and the other went up.

But as the Golden Snitch moved, they adjusted their flight trajectories and finally flew towards the Gryffindor goal.

Wood, who is a goalkeeper, noticed this.

Without hesitation, he gave up the Quaffle that was about to fly over and blocked the flight path of Draco who was flying upwards from bottom to top.

"Bol! Give Wood a Bludger!" Marcus Flint, Slytherin captain and chaser, gave the order to their Beater.

He also noticed the key.

While giving the order, he himself flew towards Harry who was flying downwards towards the edge of the goal.

Want to replicate Wood's moves.

But the one who just shot the ball was another Slytherin chaser, Derian, who himself did not notice the key.

The successful shot made him very happy.

He waved his fist triumphantly and flew near the goal.

His bulk was now a disadvantage, blocking Flint's view.

Even though Flint yelled, "Get out of the way, idiot!"

But it was too late.

Harry, without taking any detours, caught the Golden Snitch.

Wood was hit by a stray ball and, without moving even though his arm was broken, he successfully blocked Draco.

Made him a step late.

Lee Jordan stood up, "240:60! Gryffindor wins!"

"What a shame! Draco Malfoy is just one step too late!"

"Wood has shown his responsibility and judgment as a captain! He would rather let Slytherin score and lose points, and suffer from the attack of wandering balls, in order to create conditions for Harry to win!"

"Here I'd like to thank Slytherin's Chaser, Adrian! He helped Gryffindor win!"

Lee Jordan's words were simply murderous.

Derian, who had been smiling foolishly just now, suddenly turned gloomy.

Flint bypassed him, flew in front of Draco, and comforted him: "It's not your fault. You are no worse than Harry Potter. If I had succeeded just now, you would have gotten the Golden Snitch."

Bol also flew over with his head down. "My Bludger's power is still not strong enough. If it was stronger, it would have knocked Wood off his broom. We wouldn't have lost."

The other players gathered around, but none of them included Ridrian.

The red tide in the stands, the cheers, and Lee Jordan's words just now made it impossible for them not to blame him.

And Gryffindor, including Harry.

They landed on the ground and walked in front of Wood one by one.

He shouted to the students who ran down the stands and across the fence to greet him: “Get out of the way! Let me pass!”

"Wood needs to go to the school hospital!"

The scarlet crowd separated the six-foot-wide passage in an orderly manner.

They all looked at Wood as if he were a hero.

Gryffindor hasn't won the Quidditch Cup since Charlie Weasley graduated.

And today, Dumbledore held it and handed it to Harry.

(End of this chapter)