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Chapter 472: This Isn't Fair! [Additional Chapter for Silver Alliance Member dsf23dd]
Chapter 472: This Isn't Fair! [Additional Chapter for Silver Alliance Member dsf23dd]
"I'm already trying my best to find it!" Malfoy, wandering around the pitch, replied in a fit of rage.
At that moment, a flash of gold appeared not far ahead.
It was the Golden Snitch!
Malfoy's face lit up with joy, and he immediately dashed forward, taking advantage of his proximity.
Harry, who was just a split second behind Malfoy, also noticed the Golden Snitch a moment later and urged his Firebolt to catch up as fast as possible.
Thanks to the broom's superior speed, Harry gradually closed the gap.
Malfoy, feeling the pressure from Harry, constantly shifted his position while trying to catch the Golden Snitch, blocking Harry's path and obstructing his view to prevent him from seeing the exact location of the Golden Snitch.
The two of them chased the Golden Snitch all the way into the sky, gradually separating from the rest of the players.
At this point, everyone's attention on the pitch was focused on the other battle for scoring goals.
After all, Ivan's repeated goals had already put Slytherin at a significant disadvantage, and if this continued, they would lose the match regardless of whether they caught the Golden Snitch or not!
In a desperate move, the Slytherin players began using all sorts of dirty and foul tactics, even attempting suicidal charges to knock Ivan off his broom.
However, the more desperate the Slytherin players became, the more defensive gaps and weaknesses they exposed. Ivan could easily dodge their collisions while riding his Firebolt, or even deliberately lure them into crashing into the walls.
The penalty shots awarded due to their fouls further increased Ivan's goal-scoring rate, and the score gap continued to widen.
"Hals scores again! Now, with just one more ten-point goal, Gryffindor will be leading by a hundred and fifty points, completely eliminating Slytherin's chances of winning the cup!"
The intense battle had the commentator, Jordan, shouting hoarsely, but his spirit was extremely high because Gryffindor's victory was within sight!
After a brief pause, Jordan's tone shifted, and he began describing the situation in the sky, where Harry and Malfoy, away from the center of the pitch, were undisturbed and engaged in a one-on-one duel!
"We can see Potter and Malfoy have found the Golden Snitch, which is Slytherin's only hope of winning. I mean, if Malfoy can catch the Golden Snitch before Hals scores his next goal!"
"Of course, in my opinion, Malfoy won't get the chance; Potter will definitely catch the Golden Snitch faster!" Jordan's commentary was clearly biased, causing many young witches and wizards from Slytherin in the stands to protest loudly!
High in the air, the struggle for the Golden Snitch had reached a fever pitch. Harry, with the advantage of his broom, had caught up to Malfoy.
However, the Golden Snitch's unpredictable movements made it extremely difficult to catch, and neither of them had succeeded so far.
"Potter, it's not too late to turn back. There might be Dementors flying down here, and you don't want to fall from the sky like last time", Malfoy glared at Harry, sneering.
"I already know how to deal with those monsters. You should be more worried about yourself!" Harry ignored Malfoy's taunt and shot back.
Up ahead, the Golden Snitch fluttered aimlessly in the air, gradually slowing down until it almost came to a halt. The two players immediately understood that the moment to act had arrived!
Both brooms accelerated, racing towards the Snitch. Harry's broom was faster, but Malfoy was closer.
In the end, they reached the Snitch almost simultaneously, neither willing to back down. They crashed into each other, and despite the pain, both stretched their hands out towards the Snitch.
At the same time, Ivan scored the final goal.
Many of the young witches and wizards in the stands couldn't help but stand up to watch the sky, waiting for the result.
A few seconds later, the two players in the air finally separated. Harry quickly descended, raising his right hand high. A small golden ball was clutched in his palm.
The entire stadium erupted in excitement. The Gryffindor young witches and wizards jumped up, cheering loudly.
"Great, we won!"
"We won the cup! We won the cup!"
On the field, George and the others were also ecstatic, flying their brooms around the pitch, high-fiving each other to vent their excitement.
When they landed, Wood rushed over with tears in his eyes, hugging everyone, especially Ivan and Harry.
"You did an amazing job! I feel like my seven years here have been complete!" Wood looked around excitedly. He would be graduating and leaving Hogwarts next year, and his only wish was to win the Quidditch Cup one more time!
Everyone laughed and celebrated together, then went to collect the trophy.
"Sirius, did you see that? We won!" After receiving the Quidditch Cup, Harry immediately raised it high, looking at Sirius.
"Yes! That's great!" Sirius smiled, watching Harry and the others in their gold and red uniforms, reminiscing about the days when he, James, and Lupin were students.
In contrast to the joy and celebration here, the Slytherin players were all dejected. Marcus was angrily scolding them, using harsh words.
"Their brooms were too fast, we couldn't catch up, it's not fair!" Malfoy said resentfully. He had been so close to the Snitch, and if he had a Firebolt, he would have caught it.
The other Slytherin players also complained about this, their voices loud enough for the celebrating Harry and others to hear.
Ron, noticing that the Slytherin players seemed unsatisfied, spoke up. "Last year, when your whole team used Firebolt 2001, we didn't let you change brooms!"
"Yeah! We lost the last match because of the Dementors, but we didn't ask for a rematch with Hufflepuff!" Hermione added.
The Slytherin players were left speechless, and Malfoy glared at them but said nothing more.
"Ha, ignore them, let them be jealous! Let's celebrate!" George said with a grin.
Harry and the others nodded and prepared to return to the common room for a proper celebration.
"Hey? Where's Ivan?" Hermione looked around but couldn't find Ivan.
Thanks to her reminder, everyone realized that the hero of their victory was not there.
"I saw him just now! He seemed to go that way", the only one who knew, Fred, scratched his head and pointed down the corridor.
Chapter end
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