Hogwarts' Golden Glory

"Fifteen flying brooms soared into the air, like a flock of owls under a forgetting spell! They forgot it was daytime."

"Welcome, viewers, to the most extravagant Quidditch match of the century at Hogwarts!"

Lee Jordan's voice echoed across the court through the loudspeaker, and Professor McGonagall adjusted her glasses on the referee's bench.

Lee Jordan is a friend of the Weasley twins.

He is serving as a commentator for the match under Professor McGonagall's close supervision.

"Let's see—Slytherin's Seeker, Draco Malfoy, has used half a pound of hair gel today. I bet a Walker hitting his head will bounce right off!"

After he said that, the entire Quidditch stadium erupted in laughter.

This made Draco, who was hovering above the stadium, feel hot-faced. Did he really have that much hairspray?

This statement still greatly affected Draco's mood.

Meanwhile, Kane in the audience was also somewhat dissatisfied. As a commentator, he should always maintain a neutral attitude.

Now this commentator is actually interfering with the players; Hogwarts Quidditch is really like a joke!

Professor McGonagall coughed as if she was choking next to Lee Jordan.

"Marcus got the Quaffle—his broomstick story is more complicated than his love life!"

Lee Jordan's voice suddenly switched to a Donald Duck tone.

Professor McGonagall stood up abruptly, sparks flying from the tip of her wand.

"Jordan!" Her roar shook the scoreboard. "If you keep making jokes about players' private lives—"

"Wait, Professor!" Lee suddenly floated in the air, his limbs striking comical ballet poses. "Great! Jason has regained the Quaffle! No resistance ahead... Gryffindor scores!"

In an instant, the cheers of the Gryffindors echoed in the cold air!

Interspersed among them were the roars of the Slytherins.

Just as Draco was squinting, searching for the thief's trail.

"Now let's aim our telescopes at Slytherin's platinum peacock—Draco Malfoy!"

Lee Jordan slammed his hand on the commentary table, "Look at this golden snitch marinated in hairspray, oh no, I mean, the Seeker! His Nimbus 2000 broom handle is covered in dragon-skin padding today—I bet it's some kind of bribe his dad gave Snape!"

Professor McGonagall's teacup suddenly exploded into the shape of an owl: "Mr. Jordan! Watch your words!"

"Excuse me, Professor, I meant—Master Malfoy's broomsticks are on a charity tour!"

Most students believe that Draco was able to join the team because of those few Nimbus 2000s.

Even Draco sometimes has these kinds of wild thoughts.

And now, Lee Jordan is openly making fun of it in this very setting.

This has a huge impact on Draco on the field!

At this moment, Draco wished he could rush forward and teach the other person a lesson.

The moment Draco's attention was diverted, the roaming ball flew towards him.

Fortunately, he dodged in time, and You Zouqiu only grazed his broom as it flew past!

"Merlin's lace panties!" Lee suddenly shrieked, "The Blink ball kissed Malfoy's precious broomstick tail! Now Nimbus 2000 is raining Galleons—oh wait, it's hairspray turned into hail! Slytherin friends, please open your umbrellas!"

Seeing that Draco was distracted, Marcus flew to Draco's vicinity to remind him.

"Watch out, kid, don't listen to him. Remember, your target is the Golden Snitch."

But at that moment, Draco saw a familiar figure moving towards the commentary booth.

Lee Jordan suddenly seemed to be under a confusion spell, his tongue dancing a tap dance in his mouth: "Gryffindor's Angelina Jensen—Merlin's stinky sock! She rides her broom like a Bowtruckle being chased by a troll!..."

Frost formed on Professor McGonagall's glasses as she drew her yew wand and pointed it at the commentary table: "Mr. Jordan! Is your language system smeared with troll snot?"

McGonagall assured the other party that if they continued to spout nonsense, she would cast her spell on them.

Suddenly, a spell wrapped around Li's ankles—binding the crazed commentator into a megaphone that spewed out giant farts.

"Please allow me to explain for now, Professor." Kane nodded to McGonagall.

Professor McGonagall was initially inclined to explain the scene herself.

Seeing Kane arrive, she felt quite reassured about the child.

"Quidditch is a sonnet of magic and courage. As Pelé said, the most spectacular goals are always the next ones—now let's continue to witness history!"

The entire room fell silent.

The game on the field continues.

"Gryffindor's Jansen broke through like lightning!" Kane waved his wand, and the words "Faster, Higher, Stronger" appeared in gold letters in the air. "Just as Ali said: 'Champions aren't made in the gym, they're made by the desire within!'"

Professor McGonagall adjusted her glasses on the referee's stand: "Merlin, is he commentating on the game or giving a philosophy lecture?"

At that moment, Angelina Jensen swept past the moon like a nightmarish steed.

Katie Bell swooped down from thirty feet to meet him, and the two tore a hole in the Slytherin defense.

"Look at that ingenious triangular pass!"

Fortunately, Slytherin goalkeeper Blitch made a successful save.

"Success is not as easy as a dandelion on a mountaintop; they will now face Slytherin's counterattack."

"Defense is also a form of offense—now Slytherin is about to retaliate!"

"Slytherin has the ball! Flint cuts into midfield like lightning!" Kane's wand sparks flew. "Now it's Slytherin's turn to rule the skies!"

"Arya Spinnet attempted to intercept!" Kane's wand traced a silver trail in the air. "But Flint is clearly faster!"

"Flint is now facing Wood! He passed to Marcus, and Slytherin scores!"

The Slytherins cheered with joy!

"The score is now tied. Will the ambitious serpent defend its glory, or will the brave lion overcome its past defeats? Let's wait and see."

Kane's explanation put all the wizards present on edge.

They couldn't wait to see the final victor.

However, at this moment, no one noticed that Harry's flying broom was slightly unusual.

The broom began to throb wildly, increasing the distance between Harry and the ground.

At this moment, Draco also noticed the position of his opponent.

Thinking that Harry had found the Golden Snitch, they flew in the same direction as Harry.

Hermione, standing in the stands, was holding a pair of binoculars.

That's what Hagrid just handed to her.

"Harry looks like he's lost control of his broom! But based on what I know of Harry..."