People are in Hogwarts, and werewolves block the door at the beginning

In the entire stadium, besides the roar of the crowd, there was the sound of the commentator Lee Jordan casting the amplification spell.

The sound was loud but not harsh, and it was clearly transmitted to the ears of every spectator in the stadium.

Bajier suspected that Lee Jordan's amplification spell had reached the second or even third level after years of use.

It has the characteristics of making the sound softer and expanding the range of transmission.

"The Quaffle is now on the Slytherin side, ah, no - Slytherin's Flint dribbles the ball into the goal! Beautiful - Oliver Wood blocked it! Oops, Adrian is nearby, will the Quaffle return to the Slytherin's hands?"

"Great! George Weasley's beautiful Bludger! Just hit the Quaffle! Angelina Johnson got it!"

"The Quaffle is in the hands of Gryffindor."

"A beautiful turn, bypassing Adrian, rushing down - the Quaffle is gone! She confused the big silly Miles!"

"Just when she was diving, the ball quietly passed to Katie Bell's hands!"

"Wow! The Quaffle went into the goal! - She scored! Gryffindor is leading ten to zero!"

Most of the students followed Lee Jordan's commentary to watch the game.

But Bagel was different.

The Quidditch field was also a part of his body.

He squinted his eyes slightly, and everything on the field was taken in by him in 365 degrees.

The Golden Snitch flew fast and disappeared in the golden sunlight; the scenery under Angelina's skirt; Hagrid secretly took out an umbrella and wanted to modify the words "Go Draco" on the cloud; the unknown Hufflepuff student who turned into Sirius to satisfy his girlfriend

"Interest is really the best teacher. He can brew a troublesome potion like Polyjuice Potion."

"No wonder Sirius lost a piece of hair. But why didn't he notice it?" Basil smiled with a wicked smile.

Compared to watching the game, he prefers to watch these.

However, on the court, there are two people who have the same insight as Basil - on the Golden Snitch.

They are Harry and Draco.

They hovered high in the sky, higher than everyone else.

With narrowed eyes, they followed the golden light and turned slightly like an owl seeing a mouse.

At the same time, they kept a close eye on each other with their peripheral vision.

If they were facing a mediocre player.

They could just fly directly to the Golden Snitch and use their superb reactions to avoid the Bludger and the blocking of other players.

But they knew the level of the opponent.

Every slight turn of the opponent's broom handle just blocked the "road" to the Golden Snitch.

The situation was deadlocked.

There were buzzing sounds in the stands. They thought that this time would be as exciting as the first match between Harry and Draco on the court. But now the performance of the two made them particularly dissatisfied.

"Could they be confounded before they went on the court!"

"Get off! This is not the place for you to fall in love!"

"Malfoy, don't think you can be bad just because your father is dead!"

"Potter, don't sympathize with him! The Malfoy family is all bad!"

Some words even made Basil feel a little too much.

He frowned.

"Can you talk about my son? Even if he is a stepson, what level are you?"

There are also many people who are as unhappy as Basil.

Some of them are knowledgeable, shouting at professional terms, saying that those people are too low-level to understand; some claim that it is immoral to mention other people's deceased family members; but most of them are purely on the side of the two.

Among these people, Harry's family and friends accounted for the largest proportion.

Ron rolled up his sleeves; Neville bent down and pulled out a sword-like stick with a natural handle from his feet; Seamus raised his wand, ready to create an explosion at any time; Sirius muttered something in his mouth, reciting a curse spell; Hagrid stood up and picked up a senior Gryffindor student who slandered Harry in front of him like a chicken

Just when the fight was about to start on the field, the two people who had been hovering finally moved.

Their flying directions were completely opposite.

One was down, and the other was up.

You know, there is only one Golden Snitch.

Everyone was a little confused.

Lee Jordan also said that he didn't understand it: "Harry Potter and Draco Malfoy finally moved! But this direction is so... unreasonable?"

But Bagel, who had a panoramic view of the overall situation, saw it clearly.

The Golden Snitch was not a motionless dead object.

It was flying on the court in an extremely complicated pattern.

Both of them noticed the pattern and captured the point where the Golden Snitch closest to them stopped.

So, although one of them was going down and the other was going up.

But as the Golden Snitch moved, their flight trajectories were adjusted, and finally they both flew towards the Gryffindor goal.

Wood, the goalkeeper, noticed this.

He gave up the Quaffle that was about to fly over without hesitation, and blocked the flight trajectory of Draco flying from bottom to top.

"Boll! Give Wood a Bludger!" Marcus Flint, the captain and chaser of Slytherin, gave an order to their beater.

He also noticed the key.

While giving the order, he flew towards Harry who was flying from top to bottom to the edge of the goal.

He wanted to replicate Wood's action.

But the one who just shot the goal was another Slytherin chaser, Derian, who himself did not notice the key.

He was very happy to have a successful shot.

He waved his fist with great pride and flew near the goal.

His big body now became a disadvantage, blocking Flint's sight.

Even though Flint shouted, "Get out of the way, idiot!"

But it was too late.

Harry, who didn't take a detour, caught the Golden Snitch.

Wood, who was attacked by the stray ball and didn't move even after breaking his arm, successfully intercepted Draco.

He was one step late.

Lee Jordan stood up, "240:60! Gryffindor wins!"

"What a pity! Draco Malfoy was one step late!"

"Wood showed the captain's responsibility and judgment! He would rather let Slytherin score and lose points, and be attacked by the stray ball, but also create conditions for Harry to win!"

"I would like to thank Slytherin's chaser Derian here! He helped Gryffindor win!"

Lee Jordan's words were simply murderous.

Derian, who was just smiling foolishly, suddenly became gloomy.

Flint bypassed him and flew in front of Draco, comforting him: "It's not your fault. You are no worse than Harry Potter. If I had succeeded just now, you would have gotten the Golden Snitch."

Boer also flew over with his head down, "My Bludger's power is still not strong enough. If it could be stronger, Wood would be knocked off the broom directly. We wouldn't have lost."

Other players also gathered, but none of them paid attention to Draco.

The red tide surging in the stands, the cheers, and Lee Jordan's words just now made them unable to blame him.

And Gryffindor, including Harry.

They landed on the ground and walked in front of Wood one by one.

Shouted to the students who ran down the stands, crossed the fence, and greeted: "Get out of the way! Let me pass!"

"Wood needs to go to the school hospital!"

The scarlet crowd separated the six-foot-wide passage in an orderly manner.

They all looked at Wood with the eyes of a hero.

Since Charlie Weasley graduated, the Gryffindor team has never won the Quidditch Cup again.

And today, Dumbledore held it and handed it to Harry.