Chapter 1817: Teaching the Young
Chapter 1817: Teaching the Young
"Potter has spotted the Golden Snitch!"
A high-pitched voice echoed from the commentator's booth, where the Gryffindor commentator, holding a microphone, climbed up and shouted at the top of his lungs, "I'm certain that Potter, riding the Nimbus, will surely break Anderson's unbeaten record!"
"Look, Anderson is catching up, she's speeding up. How can that old antique possibly catch up to a Nimbus? This is... my God, how is this possible! Anderson's broom is actually faster than the Nimbus!" The commentator's voice was filled with despair, and he couldn't control his emotions, letting out a scream, "Could Anderson be using the legendary Supreme Nimbus?"
As Alice accelerated to overtake James, not only was the commentator outside the pitch stunned, but the audience in the Quidditch stadium was also amazed by the intense chase on the field.
All the players stopped to watch the decisive confrontation from a distance.
Once upon a time, when Alice first played, some people mocked her for getting her position through connections, others ridiculed her Quidditch skills, and still others laughed at her for using an old antique broom.
What was the result?
That young and handsome girl, riding her broom, effortlessly caught the Golden Snitch and won the Quidditch House Cup last year.
The other houses, thoroughly defeated, no longer dared to say anything.
"Look, Anderson's broom is still accelerating, she's about to overtake James."
"It's over, Anderson has succeeded, she's caught the Golden Snitch."
Just as the commentator was shouting at the top of his lungs, Alice, diving alongside James Potter, stretched out her longer arm and scooped up the Golden Snitch before him. Then, she soared up from the ground like a sharp blade piercing the sky.
Alice held the Golden Snitch high, basking in the cheers of the crowd.
"Damn! We were so close."
"If only Potter had longer arms."
"Why does Anderson always win so easily, like eating or drinking? That guy barely participates in Quidditch training."
There were always a few murmurs on the pitch, but they did nothing to dampen the enthusiasm of the crowd as they celebrated the victor, especially since the winner was a beautiful girl.
Some were elated, while others were dejected.
James had thought that with the Nimbus he inherited from his father, he could use its speed to defeat Alice, the team captain. But he was utterly defeated, and the blow was significant. He hung his head in disappointment.
"Great job, Alice. You should have seen their faces, it was absolutely hilarious."
Daphne came over to give Alice a big hug after she finished hugging her teammates, sharing the amusing things she had just seen.
Alice was very popular at school, always surrounded by a large group of supporters.
But for every person who liked her, there was someone who disliked her.
"Don't be so rude."
Alice knew what Daphne was about to say. She glanced through the crowd and saw the dejected James, but her attention was quickly drawn back by the conversation at her ear.
"Is your broom the legendary Supreme Nimbus?"
A reporter from the Hogwarts Weekly ran over to interview Alice.
"Are you an idiot? The Supreme Nimbus only made news this year!"
"I don't think so", Alice said calmly. "This is the broom my father used to ride. It has been with me since I can remember."
"Last year, when I told my father I planned to join the Ravenclaw Quidditch team, he gave me his broom. So, I'm not sure what model it is."
Alice had asked Albert about the broomstick long ago, but she never planned on sharing that secret with anyone else.
"I bet this flying broomstick is definitely one of Mr. Anderson's works, which is why it has such astounding performance!"
After becoming Alice's best friend, Daphne was fortunate enough to glimpse a small part of the iceberg, learning just how remarkable Albert truly was.
From what Daphne knew, Alice had another magic wand she had used since childhood, also custom-made by Mr. Anderson. It was far superior to the typical wands purchased from Ollivanders, even though Alice hadn't used it since starting school.
Albert Anderson, the most legendary figure in history, was shrouded in a mysterious aura that no one could fully understand.
Now, many witches believed that Albert was even more remarkable than the former Dumbledore, as he was gradually improving the lives of witches in his own way.
On the way back to the castle, Alice saw James standing alone.
"You guys go on ahead!"
Alice said to the others.
"Don't pick on the little one."
Amidst the laughter of the other team members, Alice turned to look at the young James who had come to find her.
"You won."
James bit his lip and said stubbornly, "But next time, I won't lose again!"
"You should really try harder."
Alice ruffled James's messy hair in a big-sisterly manner. "When you step onto the Quidditch World Cup stage, that broom will be yours."
James's eyes widened in surprise at Alice's words.
Not only him, but even Daphne, who had stayed behind to eavesdrop, hadn't expected Alice to plan on giving the broom to a stranger.
"What about you?" James couldn't help but ask.
"I never wanted to be a Quidditch player", Alice smiled. "A flying broomstick is meant to soar through the sky, not gather dust as a decoration. That's why Father gave it to me, and as his godson, you should inherit it too."
"Really?"
"Not yet. You need to hone your skills first; don't let it gather dust."
"Are you really going to give the broom to that kid?" Daphne couldn't believe it.
"Consider it his coming-of-age gift!"
Alice didn't really mind. Her father was always generous, and if she really wanted, he could always make another one. The current broom was just more sentimental to her.
"James learned to ride on that broom, after all!"
"His father was a bit unreliable, so during the time Albert stayed in Avalon, James, as his godson, also received training from Father."
"Calling it training is a bit of a stretch; it was more like playing and learning at the same time."
"It would be great if Mr. Anderson could come teach at Hogwarts!" Daphne really wanted to meet the legend, but unfortunately, the chances were slim as he was currently traveling the world.
"Don't be silly, a man like him would never be content to teach at a school."
Alice knew her father wasn't even interested in being a headmaster.
How could someone who lived so freely ever willingly confine themselves?
(End of Chapter)
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