Hogwarts: Becoming the White Lord from Breathing

Chapter 172 Professor McGonagall's Regret

There's one last Quidditch match before the final exams.

Damon finally made his appearance at the Quidditch Cup, the last one of the term, as the batter—although apart from Harry and Ron, the others didn't think much of him, and Wood even looked anxious.

Their opponents were still the Slytherin team—Malfoy seemed very motivated after seeing Damon enter the arena, while the other Slytherin students were somewhat dismissive—Damon had never entered the arena before, so what if his dueling skills were superb?
As a result, because all the Hogwarts students came to watch, crowding the arena, they witnessed the most boring yet most exciting Quidditch match in history.

Damon swung his bat and started chasing the Quake at the very beginning of the game to disrupt the Seeker's shot—just as everyone was wondering what he was doing, he hit a loud home run!
"Pang!"

With a crisp sound, the Slytherin Seeker's broom was smashed to pieces by the whizzing Quake. Since such a thing had never happened before in the history of Hogwarts Quidditch, the referee was unsure what to do and did not intervene.

Snape, with a grim expression, brought in a substitute—then a second substitute, and a last substitute. No matter how much Snape instructed the batters to focus on hitting the ball, their power was no match for Damon's, let alone his mastery of magic.

Even without a wand, Damon's Quake is something they can't catch.

In the end, the Gryffindor team achieved an unprecedented and complete victory—600-0, with a score far exceeding the gap between Slytherin and Gryffindor in the House Cup—in fact, if Snape hadn't deducted so many points from Gryffindor, Damon and his team wouldn't have needed to continue the match.

He successively eliminated Slytherin's batter and seeker, and then the Gryffindor team began racking up points against the goalkeeper.

When the match ended, Professor McGonagall waited excitedly on the sidelines—she was overjoyed, her cheeks flushed, and she even hugged Damon and cried as he left the field.

"Professor, it's just the Quidditch House Cup, is it really necessary to get this worked up?"

“You don’t understand—Damon—you don’t understand—I’ve always longed for this kind of victory—to defeat the Slytherin students fair and square, without any tricks or schemes, and to utterly crush them!”

You did it!

From Professor McGonagall's intermittent speech, Damon finally understood why she was so passionate about Quidditch.

It turns out that Professor McGonagall also used to play for the Gryffindor Quidditch team.

In a Gryffindor vs. Slytherin final she participated in during her seventh year, she suffered a concussion and several broken ribs due to a foul by her opponent.

From then on, seeing the Slytherin team suffer a crushing defeat in Quidditch became her lifelong wish.

That's why she's so passionate about Quidditch—Damon did just that.

If these good kids hadn't stopped in time, they could have kept Harry from finding the Golden Snitch and kept scoring!
In any case, Slytherin's performance in this match will likely be etched into the annals of Quidditch's shame, and it will be an unavoidable topic when discussing Quidditch matches at Hogwarts for many years to come.

"Alright—alright—is this why you insisted on making me participate in the Quidditch match? You should have told me sooner, so even if Snape's face was as sour as a stinking ditch in the countryside, I certainly wouldn't have shown any mercy."

“I don’t want this—you should find your own enjoyment and volunteer—it has to be this way.” Even though she was so happy that she was crying, and could no longer maintain her stern expression, Professor McGonagall still seemed to have her own principles.

Damon patted her shoulder, wondering how to comfort Professor McGonagall, who rarely showed this side of herself, but the next second she had already returned to normal—"Alright, you're the hero of the day, celebrate with your teammates—how about we have a party in the Gryffindor common room later?"

Seeing Damon's expression, she instantly understood—"Oh—you definitely will, I don't need to worry about it at all."

"Damon!"

As the Gryffindor Quidditch team members approached, Professor McGonagall smiled and stepped back, leaving the joyful atmosphere to the young people.

Anyway, she had another form of entertainment—Snape's face was incredibly sour, and the Slytherins who had managed to leave the field unscathed were all listening listlessly to his lecture.

"Have I been too negligent with you guys? Hmm? You're all scared out of your wits by just one Damon? That's just a Quake. You either dodge it or hit it back. It's that simple. You can't even do it right?"

Malfoy stood among his teammates, dejected.

Joining the Slytherin Quidditch team in their second year was supposed to be a great honor, and they even made it to the finals—but they couldn't defeat Damon, the dueling monster, no matter how hard they tried.

What can be done?

Only those who have faced Damon's Quake ball know how terrifying it is—the target is often completely paralyzed, and if Damon hadn't held back, they would have easily been knocked unconscious by the Quake ball.

This made some Slytherin members even feel fortunate—thankfully, Damon is a law-abiding person. If they had that ability, they would have definitely sent all the Gryffindor members to the hospital—that's what a truly impressive victory would be!
But now, many Slytherin students are beginning to think – since the Duel Prince usually doesn’t break the rules first, shouldn’t they, who are always ruthless, also be more mindful of their limits?
After all, they weren't used to being despicable; they just wanted to use despicable means to achieve victory.

If their methods would take them further away from victory, they would naturally stop.

"I have a feeling that the Duel Prince will become the next Caliban Mortos."

A seventh-year Slytherin student watched the entire game and said to his girlfriend beside him.

"Everyone can see that—but what should we do?"

"Let's tell the family. We're not entirely sure what to do on our own—to be honest, if he weren't only in second grade, and if I were still frequently involved in school activities, I think I might find myself turning to him."

“I guess my uncles would let us do that too—it’s just that Master White isn’t a nice guy, and it’s not easy to get under his temper.”

"Let the adults worry about this—our goal remains the exams this year."

(End of this chapter)