Chapter 178: Hermione's Frustration
Chapter 178: Hermione's Frustration
Even before the Quidditch match began, it had already caused a stir twice.
First, Kyle's record of scoring twenty-one goals in ten minutes ignited a Quidditch craze.
Before this excitement could subside, another even more sensational news spread... Harry Potter, the wizarding world's acknowledged savior who defeated the Dark Lord, had become the youngest Seeker in a century.
The name Harry Potter itself was already highly popular, and with such a legendary experience, it was destined that this year's Quidditch match would be even more lively than before.
Half an hour before the match started, the stands around the pitch were already packed with spectators, and even the bone-chilling cold wind couldn't dampen their enthusiasm.
"This thing is so useful..."
On the Slytherin stand, Draco gazed at the "little snake" coiled around his arm, emitting a blue glow, feeling a sense of satisfaction and comfort.
Moreover, whenever he extended his arm, the snake would open its mouth and hiss towards the Gryffindor stand opposite.
The only drawback was that the sound was too soft, and it became inaudible amidst the loud cheers.
Unlike the deafening Lion Roar from the Gryffindor stand, which could be heard clearly even from inside the castle.
"Why isn't there a premium version yet?" Draco muttered.
"Kyle said there wasn't enough time, so he couldn't make it," Gol replied immediately, standing beside Draco with a similar snake coiled around his arm.
"I heard, you don't need to remind me," Draco glared at him and then spoke loudly, "And he promised me that he would bring what I want during the next Slytherin match.
It will be bigger, more flexible, and the colors will be Slytherin's silver and green."
Many young wizards around them became interested upon hearing this.
They were all wealthy individuals who didn't mind spending money to upgrade their cheering equipment.
"Draco, this thing should be much more complex than the map, right...?"
Someone asked doubtfully, "Can Kyle, just a second-year, really make it?"
"Definitely." Draco raised his eyebrows and said, "In fact, he has already promised me."
Meanwhile, not far from the Hufflepuff stand, Cedric also asked the same question.
"Kyle, can you really fulfill Draco's request?"
"It's a bit troublesome..." Kyle frowned and replied, "But it's not impossible; it just takes some time."
The items they had sold before were just transfigured glass bottles with added sound effects, not too difficult to make.
But Draco's series of requests went beyond what the Transfiguration Charm could accomplish.
Those were genuine magical items.
However, in front of one hundred Galleons, these troubles were minor issues.
Cedric also understood Kyle's meaning, and he couldn't help but click his tongue in admiration.
It could only be said that the wealthy Malfoy family was willing to spend one hundred Galleons on a toy, which was already more than his father's monthly salary.
After a while, the professors appeared.
Professor McGonagall, Professor Snape, and even Professor Sprout, who usually stayed in the greenhouse, all showed up.
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Except for Headmaster Dumbledore, it seemed like the entire school's faculty and students had gathered around the Quidditch pitch, with many students bringing binoculars.
Some of the stands at the back had been raised into the air, but it was still difficult to see the pitch clearly at times.
Soon, the two teams entered the Quidditch pitch through the passageways, each wearing their respective team uniforms.
As the crowd spotted Harry Potter in his Gryffindor robes, a burst of excited cheers erupted from the Gryffindor stands, followed by deafening Lion Roars.
"That's so cool..."
Ron glanced enviously at Neville and Seamus, who were holding blue lion heads, and said sourly to Hermione, "You should've bought one too."
"No need, Ron."
Hermione shook her head. "It's just a simple Bellfire Charm and Transfiguration Charm. It's not worth fifteen Sickles."
"But I made one for you already, didn't I?"
"It's not the same."
Ron looked down at the transparent flask in his hand. Although it was warm, it couldn't roar like the lion heads.
Kyle had said it was a cheering prop to liven up the atmosphere. The warming function was just an extra feature to help everyone watch the match more comfortably, and it wasn't even charged for.
Seeing Ron's disdainful expression, Hermione huffed and raised her eyebrows. She immediately took the flask from his hand.
"Give it back if you don't want it!"
A gust of wind blew by, making Ron, who hadn't yet realized what was happening, shiver, as he was still processing what had just occurred.
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"Damn, it's cold!"
"Hermione..."
"Hmph!" Hermione snorted and turned away without paying him any attention.
In her heart, Hermione knew that the warming flask she had made was far inferior to the ones others were holding.
On her way here, she had secretly tried it several times. Although she could transfigure the flask, it wasn't as refined as Kyle's, and she couldn't make it roar like the lion heads.
This huge gap already made Hermione feel dejected, and Ron's disdainful expression was like rubbing salt in the wound.
Helpless, Ron could only move closer to Neville and Seamus, and only then did he feel less cold.
Meanwhile, with a whistle, the match began.
"Look, the Bludger was immediately grabbed by Gryffindor's Angelina Johnson..."
Lee Jordan's voice came from the commentary booth. He had successfully passed the selection and become the new Quidditch commentator.
However, after just one proper sentence, Lee Jordan started to veer off-topic.
"That girl is not only an outstanding Chaser but also very charming..."
"Jordan!" Professor McGonagall reminded him disapprovingly.
"Sorry, Professor."
A burst of laughter immediately erupted from the surroundings.
Conna glanced at the commentary booth and said softly, "This year's commentator feels a bit... well, special."
"I understand." Kyle spread his hands and smiled. "Lee Jordan is a friend of Fred and George. Don't expect him to be too normal."
Cedric, sitting next to Kyle, nodded in deep agreement, but soon he froze.
Wait, wasn't he also a friend of Fred and George...?
In the stands, Lee Jordan continued his commentary.
Whether or not he should speak, Lee Jordan had passed through layers of selection, and his professional ability was solid. Although he occasionally made some cheeky remarks, his serious commentary was not affected.
The audience quickly adapted to his unique commentary style. Compared to before, it was less serious, but it became quite interesting once they got used to it.
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(End of Chapter)
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