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Chapter 425: The Quidditch Final
Chapter 425: The Quidditch Final
The following day was the day of the match. After breakfast, Kyle and the Hufflepuff team members headed to the Quidditch Pitch together.
"Good luck, Kyle!" Conna waved and shouted, and Kyle waved back.
After changing into their uniforms, they walked out of the locker room and onto the pitch, greeted by a wave of noise.
This was the last match of the year, and the stands were packed with spectators, almost everyone from the castle was present.
Even Dumbledore was seated in the middle of the staff box, chatting with Professor McGonagall with a smile.
Meanwhile, Professor Snape and Professor Sprout were not among them, as they were seated at the very front of their respective houses, clearly showing their allegiance.
"The Hufflepuff team is taking the field!" Lee Jordan, as usual, shouted in his role as commentator, "Leading the way is Captain Cedric, followed by Kyle... This is a team that always brings surprises, and I have a feeling they'll break the record for the fastest capture of the Golden Snitch today!"
"On the other side, Slytherin, led by Marcus Flint..."
As he spoke, both teams had already arrived at the center of the pitch.
"Captains, shake hands!" Madam Hooch said.
Flint and Cedric stepped forward and shook hands firmly.
After a whistle, the match began, and fifteen brooms, including Madam Hooch's, soared into the sky.
"Hufflepuff has the Quaffle, and Kyle is as dominant as ever, grabbing the Bludger first... Flint from Slytherin is trying to intercept... Wow, that was a beautiful Bludger hit, and Flint has stopped... Nice move, Kyle dodged Monta, and he scores! Hufflepuff takes the lead!"
As the Bludger flew through the goalposts, cheers erupted from the Hufflepuff supporters...
In contrast, the Gryffindor side was a bit quieter... They were hoping for a close match, giving Gryffindor a chance to win the championship in the end.
On the pitch, Kyle, who had just scored, was about to return when he turned around and saw Flint rushing towards him at full speed.
Kyle quickly turned his broom, narrowly avoiding a collision.
"Sorry!" Flint grinned, "My bad, I didn't realize there was someone here!"
"It's okay," Kyle smiled, "It's just Quidditch, this kind of thing happens."
Flint didn't pay much attention at first, but soon he understood Kyle's implication.
During an attack, he was hit hard by the Bludger, with such force that he almost mistook it for a Bludger.
"Foul!" Flint pointed at Kyle and roared at Madam Hooch, "He did it on purpose, Slytherin should get a penalty!"
However, his request was denied.
"No, that was a normal pass!" Madam Hooch shouted, "It's you who suddenly appeared in the middle, the match continues."
Flint was so angry that his face turned red, and he waved his fists in anger.
A pass?
Does a pass require so much force? He felt like the Bludger could have been thrown out of the pitch! And at that moment, Kyle had already scored his second goal.
20-0.
Seeing Hufflepuff take an early lead, the Slytherin team was furious and soon resorted to unscrupulous tactics to fight for the Bludger.
Bor hit Grace with his bat, and when he was caught, he tried to justify it by saying he thought she was a Bludger. Michael, unable to hold back, kicked him in the face while supporting himself on his broom.
"Oh, that was a brilliant move, I must learn it... Just kidding, Professor McGonagall... I mean, this kind of behavior is wrong, you should secretly use your elbow..."
"Jordan!" Professor McGonagall stood up.
"Sorry, Professor, sorry, won't happen again..." Lee Jordan quickly said, "Madam Hooch has awarded a penalty to both sides..."
Both teams scored during the penalty, and the score became 30-10.
"Slytherin has the Quaffle, no, Hufflepuff has taken the ball, it's Grace."
No!... Slytherin snatched the ball again, and Flint nearly knocked her off her broomstick... Flint flew towards the Hufflepuff goal... Be careful!"
But Flint scored, and a cheer erupted from the Slytherin crowd, with Snape at the forefront, sporting a gloomy smile.
Next, Slytherin employed the same tactic once more.
Monta approached Kyle, feigning an attempt to grab the Bludger, but his hand reached for Kyle's broomstick instead...
Just as his hand touched the broomstick, a small, plant-like sprout suddenly emerged from the twigs.
Odd, how did the Tree Guardian end up in the broomstick... Before Monta could figure out this question, he saw the Tree Guardian extend its sharp claws and stab at his fingers.
Monta instinctively retracted his hand, but due to his quick movement, his body swayed, and he nearly fell off the broomstick.
"Foul!" Monta shouted smugly, having regained his balance, "Madam Hooch, there's something in his broomstick, it's a foul!"
Madam Hooch flew over but found nothing, and because Monta's action of grabbing the broomstick was too obvious, Hufflepuff instead gained a penalty shot.
"What a pity..." Kyle muttered as he passed by Monta.
Monta trembled with anger, his eyes seemed ready to spew fire.
Next, Kyle and Grace each scored a goal.
60 to 20.
Hufflepuff's advantage grew.
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The Gryffindor stands were silent, devoid of the previous cheers that accompanied each goal.
Wood clutched his hair, and Fred and George sat there, staring blankly at the pitch.
Hufflepuff had scored sixty points, which meant that if they added the one hundred and fifty points from the Golden Snitch, their total score would surpass Gryffindor's.
Fred and George's emotions were complex.
They wanted to win the Quidditch Cup, but they didn't want to see Slytherin triumph...
It wasn't just them; others had the same thought, and even Lee Jordan's commentary became much quieter.
However, the match continued...
Kyle scored again, 70 to 20.
Later, Michael used a Bludger to knock the Bludger out of Woodton's hands, and Grace seized the opportunity, moving forward to catch the ball and throw it into the Slytherin goal.
80 to 20.
Below, the Hufflepuff fans' voices turned hoarse, and Professor Sprout, at the forefront, used her wand to draw a massive Hufflepuff badger in mid-air.
At that moment, a golden light flashed.
Many people saw it... The Golden Snitch hovered, suspended just a few feet above the ground.
Almost simultaneously, Malfoy and Cedric both made their move.
They accelerated swiftly, diving towards the Golden Snitch.
As they neared the ground, they were side by side, both lunging forward...
The surroundings were eerily silent, not a sound to be heard, as everyone waited anxiously for the outcome.
Finally, Cedric extended his hand, revealing a flickering gold between his fingers.
With his height advantage, he was the first to grab the Golden Snitch.
"Congratulations, Hufflepuff..." Lee Jordan's voice was choked with emotion, but he still shouted, "They've won the final victory and claimed the Quidditch Cup!"
Hufflepuff supporters rushed past the fence and onto the pitch,
Kyle had just landed when he was lifted up with the other players, held high in the air.
He saw Hagrid wiping away tears, and Professor Sprout, who was so excited she was jumping up and down... She didn't look like a professor at all now.
Dumbledore stood on the stands, holding the massive Quidditch Cup in his hands, smiling as he watched them.
...
(End of Chapter)
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