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Chapter 408: The Fake Dementor
Chapter 408: The Fake Dementor
Amidst the chaos, all the team members finally managed to return to the ground.
The Gryffindor team had won, but as they watched the Hufflepuffs celebrating in the distance, they couldn't bring themselves to smile.
The score hadn't widened, and they were still trailing Hufflepuff by one hundred and ninety points, just as it had been at the beginning.
On the other hand, the Hufflepuff team, who had nominally lost the match, was as lively as if they were celebrating Christmas.
"You really did it!"
Autumn jumped and hopped excitedly, "I figured out your plan early on... Giving up on the Golden Snitch was too risky. I couldn't even imagine what would happen if you failed, but thankfully, you succeeded!"
"Of course we succeeded," Cedric said with a smile, "Don't forget we have the best Chasers and the bravest Beaters... In front of them, a Firebolt is nothing special."
"Mainly, you held off Harry," Kyle said with a laugh, "Otherwise, we wouldn't have had so much time to score."
"That's right, Captain!" Michael patted his shoulder firmly, "Using a Cleansweep 1700 to hold off a Firebolt for half an hour. Honestly... If you receive an invitation from a professional Quidditch team tomorrow, I wouldn't be surprised at all. Just like that Krum... Um, what's his name again?"
"Viktor Krum, Viktor Krum."
Autumn chimed in from the side, "A Durmstrang student and the most talented Seeker in centuries. Last year, he was already being pursued by several well-known Quidditch teams."
There were rumors that he would also represent Bulgaria in the Quidditch World Cup next year."
Cedric had intended to be modest, because when it came to the talent of a Seeker, he had to admit that he wasn't as good as Krum, and that was a fact.
At the age of fifteen, Krum had already made a name for himself in the Quidditch arena, while he, at the same age, hadn't received a single invitation letter from a professional team... Not even as a backup.
But seeing Autumn's excited expression, Cedric swallowed the words that had just reached his lips and instead responded with a vague grunt.
It was unclear if he was agreeing with Autumn or responding to Michael.
...
"Shameful trickery!"
At that moment, Professor McGonagall's furious roar echoed from not too far away.
"Despicable, cowardly, trying to sabotage the Gryffindor Seeker! I'm deducting fifty points from Slytherin, and you're all getting detention!"
The crowd turned their heads in confusion, seeing Professor McGonagall's furious face and a few people tumbling on the pitch.
Malfoy, Goyle, Crabbe, and Marcus Flint... They were frantically trying to free themselves from the long, hooded black robes. Judging from their appearance, Malfoy was probably standing on Goyle's shoulders.
Apparently, the "Dementor" from earlier was their disguise.
It was quite an effort for these guys, not only did they deliberately choose robes of the same color as the Dementors, but they also cut them up to make them look tattered. If viewed from above, it would indeed look quite convincing.
George stood nearby, gripping the Bludger tightly in his hand... He had glanced at it in a hurry and subconsciously called out.
If Harry had been distracted and lost the Golden Snitch because of this, they would have definitely lost the match. At that moment, George couldn't imagine how he would face the other team members.
With this in mind, George quietly aimed at Marcus Flint's head and stealthily raised the Bludger in his hand.
The next second, a hand suddenly landed on his shoulder.
"Excuse me, Mr. Weasley," a voice said, "thank you."
Dumbledore seemed to ignore the hand and walked straight past them.
"I've heard that Dementors have appeared here again... It's strange, as far as I know, they should all be in Hogsmeade at this time."
"It's these students!" Professor McGonagall explained, "They're impersonating Dementors to affect the match..."
"No wonder..." Professor Dumbledore realized, "Severus, does he know about this?"
"Probably not."
"Then let's send someone to inform him..."
After that, Malfoy and his group were taken back to the castle by Professor McGonagall.
As soon as they left the Quidditch Pitch, the Gryffindor students burst into a fit of laughter, as if they had won the Quidditch Cup. Ron stood at the front of the crowd, laughing so hard that he couldn't straighten his back.
"No wonder I didn't feel cold at all..." Cedric said, "I thought it was because I had learned the Patronus Charm."
"Fifty points deducted, detention... It's clear that Professor McGonagall is really angry this time."
"They asked for it by causing trouble during the Quidditch match." Kyle said with a hint of amusement, "And both Professor McGonagall and Professor Dumbledore dislike Dementors, so it's their own doing."
"Forget it..." Cedric shook his head, "The others are already preparing to leave, let's go back too."
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Without even changing out of their team uniforms, they hurriedly left the Quidditch Pitch, not in a rush to celebrate, but to send several injured players to the Hospital Wing.
Especially the two Chasers, the excitement of the match had gradually faded, and now they only felt intense pain in their broken arms.
And Michael... He was even speaking with a slight lisp.
...
In the Hospital Wing, Madam Pomfrey complained about the dangers of Quidditch while skillfully reattaching Grace's arm.
"Don't remove the bandages, and don't carry anything heavy. You'll be fine in a few days."
"As for you..." She turned to Michael, "Your clothes are in the cabinet, go find a bed, you'll probably have to stay here for two days."
"What?" Michael almost jumped at her words, "Is hospitalization necessary for just a few broken teeth?"
There would definitely be a lively party in the Common Room tonight, and Michael didn't want to miss it.
"Can I come on Monday instead?" he asked tentatively.
"Of course not!"
Madam Pomfrey raised her voice, "You were hit in the head by a Bludger, and I'm already surprised you weren't brought here on a stretcher... In any case, you must undergo a thorough examination!"
"It didn't hit me directly..." Michael quickly explained, "I deflected it, and the Bludger bounced off my face. It's really not that serious."
"That's not acceptable!" Madam Pomfrey said sternly, "Either way, you're staying here today, or I'll go inform Professor Sprout."
Hearing the name of his Head of House, Michael's face fell.
He knew that he definitely wouldn't be able to leave this time. Even if he sneaked out, he would surely be caught and brought back.
The party...
Michael felt terrible inside. Why did he deflect the Bludger?
(End of Chapter)
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