Chapter 640: We Should Thank Her
Chapter 640: We Should Thank Her
The first Quidditch match in over a year, coupled with the school's new broomsticks, created a buzz that lasted until the end of breakfast without any signs of subsiding.
Kyle and the others walked through the foyer and out of the castle.
The frosty grass crunched under their feet as they hurried across the grounds to the Quidditch stadium.
In less than five minutes, more and more people arrived at the stadium, and the stands quickly filled up. The crowd was so dense that even standing there, one could feel the surrounding enthusiasm.
"I really don't know who will win this time," Mikkel said excitedly, looking at the empty field. "Although I hope it's Gryffindor, if Slytherin wins, it will be more advantageous for us."
With too many new players on the Hufflepuff team, their strength had decreased to a certain extent. Although they had confidence in Cedric and Kyle to make up for this gap, Harry's Firebolt Arrow was an undeniable and significant threat.
From the perspective of friends and DA partners, Mikkel naturally wanted Gryffindor to win. However, from the team's standpoint, he didn't want to see Gryffindor score too many points.
Mikkel had been torn about this for many days.
"I don't know either, but Gryffindor has a better chance of winning," Cedric said.
"Slytherin has two new Beaters, but they're clueless about Quidditch except for their strength."
"Who are they?" Mikkel asked.
"Crabbe and Goyle," Cedric replied.
"Those two big brutes?" Mikkel exclaimed, "Can they even tell the difference between the Quaffle and the Bludgers?"
"Who knows," Cedric shrugged, "When I went to request the use of the stadium last time, I happened to see them practicing on flying broomsticks... They couldn't even manage the most basic turns."
"Tsk," Mikkel scoffed, "What was Montague thinking? If Quidditch were an aerial wrestling match, they'd definitely win."
"It's not impossible," Kyle said, glancing at the Slytherin stands across the way, a sea of green and silver. "We should be careful at that time. If they recklessly crash into us, we might have to leave the field immediately."
"Crashing into people..." Cedric frowned, "Montague wouldn't be that shameless, would he?"
"Are you sure?" Kyle asked, "Then why did he recruit two people who are only big in size but completely unfamiliar with Quidditch?"
Cedric fell silent for a moment.
"Okay, pretend I didn't say that."
"It's starting!" someone suddenly shouted.
Everyone's gaze fell on the field below.
From Hufflepuff's position, they could clearly see the Gryffindor team had already left the locker room.
Umbridge stood in the entrance tunnel, distributing new broomsticks while ensuring everyone could see.
Angelina, Fred, and George received their brooms, which were still the old-fashioned Cleansweep Five, far inferior to the Swift Eleven-star.
Fred and George looked at Umbridge with sincere smiles on their faces, constantly speaking... presumably saying words of praise.
Umbridge, who had intended to make things difficult for them, was now confused and handed over the brooms.
However, Harry didn't even glance at Umbridge as he walked straight to get his broom. His Firebolt Arrow was many times better than the Swift Eleven-star, so there was no need to exchange it.
The same was true for Slytherin on the other side. The Firebolt 2001, although an older model, had its price tag to prove its quality. It was a high-end product when it was launched, and its performance was still better than the Swift Eleven-star.
Two teams walked to the center of the stadium, and at the request of Madam Hooch, the captains Angelina and Montague shook hands.
"Now, mount your brooms..."
Madam Hooch blew her whistle vigorously.
The game began, and the Quaffle was thrown into the air. All players took to the skies, and the stands erupted with deafening cheers once more.
"Johnson, Angelina Johnson got the Quaffle and, with her new broomstick, she's like an eagle..."
On the commentary stand, Lee Jordan shouted excitedly, "What a fantastic girl, I've been saying for years, but she still won't go on a date with me..."
"Jordan!" Professor McGonagall's voice suddenly echoed in everyone's ears.
"I was just joking, Professor..." Lee Jordan said with a laugh, "She avoided Montague, and that beautiful sloth did a somersault... Oh, that was close, she almost got hit by the Bludger, thanks to that new broomstick, Swift Eleven-star's excellent flexibility allowed her to dodge this attack. If it were Cleansweep Five, it wouldn't be possible..."
In the Gryffindor stands, everyone supporting Gryffindor breathed a sigh of relief for Angelina.
"This is going to be tricky now."
In the Hufflepuff stands, Mikel looked worried and said, "Gryffindor is already a strong opponent, and with these good brooms, it'll be even harder for us."
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Cedric frowned at the discussions around him.
"What's wrong?" Kyle asked, "Are you also worried about this issue?"
"Oh, no..." Cedric shook his head, "In fact, the new brooms are more advantageous for us. Besides your Firebolt Arrow, all the brooms in our team are inferior to the Swift Eleven-star, including my Firebolt 1700."
"So, on this point, Gryffindor doesn't have much of an advantage. It's more like Slytherin; they might be the ones who are most unhappy."
"Why did you suddenly become so serious?" Kyle asked.
"I was thinking of something else." Cedric said in a low voice, "You might not have noticed just now, but when Harry walked past Umbridge, her expression was unpleasant.
"You mean, what if she forces everyone to use new brooms... It doesn't matter to us, but your broom is the Firebolt Arrow."
"What's the problem?" Kyle laughed after hearing this and said nonchalantly, "Your broom is also the Firebolt Arrow, and Harry is the Seeker. With everyone using the Swift Eleven-star, our advantage is even greater."
"But what about Slytherin and Ravenclaw?" Cedric asked.
"I didn't say anything when I was using the Firebolt 2000, and besides... Isn't there you?" Kyle glanced at Cedric, "With the same brooms, don't tell me you'd lose to Malfoy and... Oh, and Autumn."
"Of course, as long as certain people don't deliberately throw the game." Kyle's voice was especially heavy when he said the last sentence, as if reminding him of something.
"I certainly won't lose to them," Cedric said loudly, attracting the attention of many people.
Fortunately, at this moment, Angelina just threw the Quaffle into the hoop, diverting everyone's attention once more.
"I'm serious about Quidditch." Cedric glared at Kyle without amusement, "And Autumn wouldn't allow me to throw the game either."
"Then you wouldn't lose to them." Kyle smiled, "If Umbridge really did that, she'd be helping us solve the biggest obstacle on our way to winning the tournament, and we'd have to thank her later."
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