Chapter 208: Snape's Personal Show
Chapter 208: Snape's Personal Show
As the only team captain among the four teams who was also a Keeper, Wood's skills were undoubtedly exceptional.
However, Kyle didn't expect to score right from the start. After a probing shot, he realized this match was going to be a tough one.
"This is going to be tricky," Kyle said with a serious expression, feeling a bit regretful.
In this situation, it wasn't going to be easy to keep Gryffindor scoreless... If only he hadn't boasted to Cedric earlier.
On the other side, Wood proudly raised his eyebrows at Kyle, then threw the Bludger to his teammate on the other side.
"Gryffindor has the Quaffle now... It's Chaser Alicia Spinnet, a talent discovered by Oliver Wood himself. She was just a substitute player last year."
Jordan Lee continued his commentary, but his voice was noticeably louder and more passionate than before.
"The Quaffle is passed to Katie Bell... Oh no, Hufflepuff took the Bludger, and it's Kyle again. He's flying like he's actually flying, oh my... Not slowing down to dodge the Bludgers, his flying skills are incredible. Why doesn't he go for the Seeker position... Sorry, Diggory, I didn't mean to offend you."
Cedric looked at the commentary stand speechlessly, but Jordan Lee was right; Kyle's flying skills were indeed impressive.
As for why Kyle didn't compete for the Seeker position... He had asked the same question before and clearly stated that he didn't need to consider his feelings; he was willing to compete fairly.
But Kyle had refused without hesitation and said, "I enjoy the process of Quidditch matches, not playing hide-and-seek with the Golden Snitch."
Finding the Seeker was a crucial position, wasn't it... Cedric shook his head helplessly, continuing to search for the Golden Snitch in mid-air.
Meanwhile...
"Kyle has reached the goal post again... He's going to score... Wait, he passed the Quaffle to Harris, and Wood was fooled... Hufflepuff scores!"
"Damn... Can the Bokov Lure be used like this?"
"Jordan!" Professor McGonagall shouted.
"Sorry, Professor McGonagall, it won't happen again."
As Harris successfully scored, the score became 10:0. But just as the young wizards were about to cheer, a sharp whistle suddenly sounded across the pitch.
It was Snape, who believed that Kyle's action of dodging the Bludgers was a foul, and he directly canceled the goal.
The score returned to 0:0.
"This is unfair!" Harris roared, "We already scored... Why didn't you say so earlier!"
In response to his questioning, Snape turned a deaf ear.
"It's useless, save your energy," Kyle, who knew Snape's bad temper, stepped forward to persuade him, "At least he didn't award a penalty shot to Gryffindor, we still have a chance."
"I'll go find Professor Sprout and Madam Hooch..."
Harris waved his arm and said angrily, "If he's still the referee in the next match, we'll refuse to participate!"
In the stands, many people were also very dissatisfied with the result and shouted loudly.
But it was of no use; Snape couldn't hear what they were saying.
In the Gryffindor stands, Ron suppressed his excitement and whispered to Hermione, "It seems Harry was right; Snape is indeed targeting Kyle."
"This is wrong," Hermione frowned. "I've read 'The Magical Quidditch Ball,' and Kyle didn't commit any foul."
"Yes, yes, I know," Ron muttered softly, "But this is bad for us... Ouch!"
Someone poked Ron's back of the head; it was Malfoy.
"Oh, sorry, Weasley, I didn't see you there."
Malfoy, Crabbe, and Goyle burst into laughter.
"You should really thank Professor Snape, he probably doesn't want you to lose too badly."
Ron wanted to retort but stumbled over his words.
Because Snape had just unfairly penalized Kyle for a foul.
"Two... " Malfoy's laughter faded as well.
He spoke with a hint of jealousy, "Damn it, what's so special about you that Snape is so lenient, just because you don't have brains?"
"Then you should join the team too, Longbottom, with your empty head, maybe Snape will give you the Golden Snitch directly."
Neville's face turned red, and he turned from his chair to face Malfoy.
"Shut up, Malfoy, I won't let you get away with it this time!" he stuttered.
Malfoy, Crabbe, and Goyle laughed mockingly, "Looks like you didn't learn your lesson last time, do you want to feel the Leg-Locker Curse again?"
"I dare say, bouncing back to the castle after that Bludger, that the lesson wasn't learned."
Neville's face turned even redder, and he clenched his fists.
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But Malfoy didn't care at all, and continued to mock and jeer.
Neville finally lost his patience and flipped over from the back of the chair, and before Malfoy could react, he was knocked to the ground.
Ron immediately rushed to help, and together with Crabbe and Goyle, the five of them quickly rolled into a ball under the seats, fighting more fiercely than on the pitch.
However, those around them were focused on the match, so they didn't notice the fight, not even Hermione.
Just then, Harry suddenly accelerated without warning and dived towards the ground, apparently having spotted the Golden Snitch.
But at this moment, Snape coincidentally penalized Kyle for another foul.
A fast-approaching Bludger grazed Harry's nose and flew towards Snape, causing him to dodge backwards.
When Harry came to his senses, the Golden Snitch had already disappeared.
"Oh, damn, why did it have to be at this moment..." Harry sighed as he lifted his Flying Broomstick and returned to the air.
...
Subsequently, the match almost became Snape's personal showcase, as he used his magical whistle to deduct at least fifty points from Hufflepuff.
And when the match reached the thirty-minute mark, as Harry and Cedric simultaneously dived for the Snitch, Snape mysteriously appeared in front of Harry.
To avoid colliding with him, Harry had to change direction early and make a turn.
But this simple maneuver caused him to miss the best opportunity to catch the Snitch.
When Cedric finally caught the Snitch, the distance between the two was less than a body length.
Regardless, the match was over! 180:20.
When Harry dismounted from his broomstick with a sigh, a hand rested on his shoulder, and he looked up to see Dumbledore's smiling face.
"You did well," Dumbledore's voice was soft, and only Harry could hear it.
"Although there's some regret, I'm glad to see you're not obsessing over that Mirror of Erised all day... living a fulfilling life... wonderful."
(End of Chapter)
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