bioinnovel Chapter 148 Favorable and Unfavorable Circumstances
Chapter 148 Favorable and Unfavorable Circumstances
Chapter 148 Favorable and Unfavorable Circumstances
After the Easter break, Hogwarts faces a crucial Quidditch match: Gryffindor versus Hufflepuff. If Gryffindor defeats Hufflepuff in this match, they will win the Quidditch Cup and successfully defend their title.
In order to successfully defend his title, the "Tyrant of the Court," Oliver Wood, had prepared a grueling training plan well in advance. As soon as the threat of the confinement room was lifted, he immediately led his team into training.
Forget the Chaser sisters, forget the Batters twins, forget the Seeker Saviors—all of you, come to the field to train! Nobody's getting away!
On the Quidditch pitch, even Voldemort without a nose would have to obediently train!
That morning, the weather was clear and sunny, with a pleasant breeze blowing gently—ideal weather for a Quidditch match.
Belvina and Bassheda walked out of the castle side by side, joining the bustling crowd crossing the field, heading towards the Quidditch pitch in the distance.
The entire school faculty and students left the castle early and climbed onto the open-air stands of the stadium, their faces beaming with joy.
The Gryffindor students held their heads high, not only leading the House Cup competition by a wide margin, but also having the opportunity to lift the Quidditch Cup ahead of schedule. How could the little lions not be happy?
The Slytherin students were crestfallen. Nothing could be worse than watching their arch-rivals ascend to the podium. They were no match for their arch-rivals in the House Cup, nor in Quidditch; a complete defeat on both fronts.
Gryffindor and Slytherin, who are like oil and water, are exchanging warm and friendly gestures and glances.
Hufflepuff and Ravenclaw, on the other hand, prioritize love and peace, remaining quiet and unassuming, with neither house placing much importance on winning or losing the match.
Especially the Hufflepuff students, who seemed to have grasped the principle of being invincible without desire, while also possessing a kind of half-dead beauty. Before the match, they didn't put any pressure on their own team members; winning would be best, but losing was also acceptable.
As it approached eleven o'clock, both teams entered the field led by Ms. Hodge. Gryffindor wore their traditional red uniforms, while Hufflepuff wore their traditional pale yellow uniforms.
The stadium's open-air stands erupted in thunderous cheers, while the players from both teams huddled together on the field, making the most of their last moments to discuss tactics.
The Hufflepuff team did not give up on the match; even if they ultimately lost to Gryffindor, they would fight to the very last moment.
The Gryffindor players were in high spirits, convinced they could defeat Hufflepuff and lift the trophy early. If they were to lose, Oliver Wood would surely strangle them on the pitch.
As the minute hand of the clock struck eleven, Ms. Hodge blew the whistle to start the game. Fifteen flying brooms took to the air, the Golden Snitch vanished instantly, the two bouncy balls flew around erratically, and the Quaffle was caught by Hufflepuff.
Before the match began, most people didn't think Hufflepuff would win. Gryffindor, aiming to defend their title, were in high spirits, and it would be very difficult to defeat them head-on.
Even Slytherin had to reluctantly admit that Oliver Wood's Gryffindor team was ridiculously strong.
With the outcome of the match no longer in doubt, everyone is hoping to see a thrilling game and for both teams to put on a perfect performance.
Unfortunately, just when everyone was looking forward to a back-and-forth match and expecting the score to rise and fall, the Golden Snitch clearly had its own ideas, and it appeared right where Harry Potter could reach it.
And so the game ended, with the score settling at 150-0. Before the Hufflepuff players could even get the Quaffle across half the court, Ms. Hodge had already blown the final whistle.
Silence. The whole world fell silent, as if someone had pressed the mute button.
No one expected the game to end this way, let alone so quickly.
Immediately, the open-air stands erupted in cheers and shouts of discontent, with even the Gryffindor students expressing their dissatisfaction with the hasty match.
The Hufflepuff players landed dejectedly on the ground. Instead of shifting blame, they collectively comforted Seeker Cedric Diggory, acknowledging that the loss wasn't really Diggory's fault, but simply a matter of bad luck.
The Gryffindor players landed back on the ground in high spirits, but instead of cheers of victory, they were greeted by waves of boos and jeers.
Harry, who was holding the Golden Snitch, was completely bewildered. Hadn't he caught the Golden Snitch? Hadn't they won? His teammates couldn't possibly lose 150 points in two minutes!
The students in the stands on the terrace were still booing wildly. How could the game be over already?!
Urine test!
A urine test is mandatory!
There definitely wasn't a single drop of urine!
In the open-air stands, almost all the teachers and students were dissatisfied with the course of the game and wished for a rematch between the two teams.
Bassheda stood up angrily, loudly complaining, "What's wrong with him! Does he have a grudge against Hufflepuff?! He wasn't this fierce even against Slytherin!"
In 1993, Harry was still an innocent young boy, his heart not yet stirred. He didn't know the beautiful Ravenclaw senior, and Cedric wasn't his rival. Belvina, standing beside him, was also confused. She had finally wanted to watch a Quidditch match, so she excitedly ran to the stadium, stripped naked, only to be shown this!
"Calm down, darling, kids don't know their own strength, don't be angry!" Belvina quickly reassured Bassheda, "It's okay, it's only a loss of 150 points."
"Is that a matter of 150 points?!" Bassheda said angrily. "It's so embarrassing! The game had barely started, and it was over before the opposing goalkeeper was even in sight!"
Most people in the open-air stands shared similar thoughts with Bassheda: the game ended too quickly, leaving them wanting more, and the seats in the stands hadn't even warmed up yet.
We don't expect to see a closely contested match, nor do we expect a passionate clash of titans; at least let the match last a little longer!
There are also some people whose views are very different, or even out of step with the norm.
Marcus Flint of Slytherin had a different opinion. The more he looked at Harry Potter, the more envious he became, and the more he resented Wood. He thought it would be great if Potter were the Seeker of Slytherin.
Thinking of this, Flint's gaze quickly locked onto Draco Malfoy, and the more he looked, the angrier he became. If only Malfoy could be swapped with Porter, an excellent Seeker would be much more important than Nimbus 2001.
Unfortunately, Hogwarts does not have a transfer market, so players cannot be transferred. The dream of swapping Malfoy for Porter can only be imagined.
Marcus Flint glared at Oliver Wood on the field. His arch-rival was practically laughing out loud; he didn't even need to shower after the game because he hadn't sweated at all.
Looking at his old rival on the field, Marcus Flint secretly vowed that he would personally take Wood to the school hospital next time they played.
Oliver Wood, who was grinning foolishly, suddenly sneezed. An uneasy feeling welled up in his heart, but Captain Wood didn't care. Right now, his mind was completely occupied with Harry Potter.
An excited Wood quickly ran to Harry's side and lifted the hero of the victory high in the air.
This scene was witnessed by Draco Malfoy in the open-air stands. The jealous young master Malfoy felt both heartbroken and helpless.
He also wanted to win the Quidditch Cup, and he also wanted to be lifted high above his teammates' heads.
A disheartened Draco Malfoy walked down from the stands without a word, head down, toward the castle. Crabbe and Goyle called his name from behind, but Draco didn't turn around and stubbornly continued walking forward.
The boos that echoed throughout the stadium stopped, and the jeers turned into cheers. The entire school, having vented their frustrations, gave them a warm round of applause.
Congratulations to Gryffindor on their successful title defense!
Draco quickened his pace involuntarily. The noise from the stadium was deafening, and he didn't want to hear it for even a second. He just wanted to get back to the Slytherin dungeon as quickly as possible and lie down on his bed in peace.
At this moment, Draco exuded a sense of brokenness, somewhat like a protagonist in a broken novel. His thin back resembled that of a certain older brother, proud, sensitive, and insecure.