Hogwarts' Golden Glory

The people on the Quidditch pitch have noticed that Harry can no longer control his broom.

Draco, who was closer to Harry, felt it even more intensely.

At that moment, Harry gripped his broom handle tightly.

But at this moment, the broom was completely out of his control and tried to throw him off.

But the trembling sensation soon began to subside, though Harry still couldn't control the broom.

Draco initially thought Harry had discovered the Golden Snitch.

It turned out that Harry had simply lost control of his broom, and he was secretly pleased.

Harry, you're still too green to mess with me!

"Bott, hang in there!"

Draco shouted, a hint of anxiety in his voice.

Harry's broom suddenly spun upside down without warning, leaving him hanging upside down high in the air!

At this moment, Draco couldn't care less about the game anymore; instead, he rode his Nimbus 2000 and quickly approached his opponent.

Harry felt a glimmer of hope when he heard Draco's call.

"Draco..." Harry managed to say, just as the broom suddenly flipped over again, and Harry was back on top of it.

"Bott, hold on tight to your broom."

Draco approached Harry, trying to pull him onto his broom.

However, whenever it gets close to the other party, the flying broom will suddenly fly even higher.

The Weasley twins below also noticed this, and they circled around below Harry.

It was clearly an attempt to catch Harry when he fell.

Meanwhile, Kane continued his commentary.

"At this moment, we can see that Gryffindor's Seeker, Harry, is having some trouble, while Slytherin's Seeker, Draco, has forgotten about their rivalry in this match and is trying to save Harry!"

"This rescue is like many years ago when the four founders of Hogwarts faced difficulties together, joined hands, and created our school. Now, these two have proven that their friendship still exists."

Upon hearing Kane's explanation, Professor McGonagall, the headmaster of Gryffindor, suddenly felt that having a philosophy lesson during a Quidditch match wouldn't be so bad.

Meanwhile, the headmaster of Slytherin was oblivious to all of this, his eyes fixed intently on Harry.

After all, this kid's life is hanging by a thread right now, and he's the only one keeping him alive.

Little did he know that he had been targeted by a little witch from Gryffindor!

Meanwhile, the Gryffindor players below were worried about Harry, preparing to catch him if he fell.

Marcus, who already had the Quaffle in his hand, restrained his urge to head the ball in after hearing Kane's commentary!

Hermione on the field had already noticed that Harry's broom going out of control was definitely not simple.

At this moment, she had already keenly observed that Snape was standing in the stands.

His eyes were fixed on Harry, and his lips kept moving.

"Snape is casting a curse on Harry's flying broomstick!"

Hermione said.

Before Neville and Hagrid could react, she vanished.

Without a second thought, Hermione struggled through the crowd and arrived at Snape's stands.

Then he moved quickly toward Snape's location, even knocking Professor Quirrell, who was in the front row, off his feet.

When no one was paying attention, he crouched down and pulled out his wand.

A flame shot from her wand onto Snape's robes.

After a while, someone next to Snape reminded him, and Snape realized that he was on fire.

Just now, Potter, who almost fell, was being held by one of Draco's hands.

His other hand was gripping the broom.

At this moment, Draco's face was flushed from the force he was exerting.

After realizing that he could control his broom again.

"Draco, my broom seems to be alright."

"Potter, you really should lose some weight."

Harry then returned to his broom.

Kane was still providing his commentary.

"Our players are back in their positions, and the game is back on track."

Then, the two teams got into the post-match discussion.

Because when Marcus got the Quaffle, he already had a plan for how to serve.

They quickly scored a goal after the game resumed.

Just as the opposing team was trying to get the ball and score again.

Fortunately, the Weasley duo successfully won possession of the ball.

He passed the ball to Aria.

......

Soon, the situation on the field became clear.

Slytherin is in the lead.

It's clear that Slytherin, with their broom advantage, firmly controlled the rhythm of the game.

Meanwhile, Harry had already noticed the Golden Snitch.

He knew that the only way to win was to snatch the Golden Snitch before Draco could.

Draco, too, dared not relax and was frantically searching for the Golden Snitch.

He believed that with the help of Felix Felicis, he would be able to find it much faster.

"There it is!"

Hermione, who was in the stands, had already spotted the Golden Snitch through Hagrid's telescope.

I wanted to remind Harry.

At that moment, both Seekers also noticed the flashing dot.

"Ladies and gentlemen, both Seekers have spotted the Golden Snitch. What follows is a fateful showdown, a moment that will decide the outcome."

Draco's pupils were now fixed on the Golden Snitch.

The smell of Felix Felicis in his memory gave him a sense of victory.

"Bott, watch closely."

Draco suddenly dove at a 90-degree angle, clearly intending to quickly approach the Golden Snitch.

Harry, not to be outdone, was clearly a step behind Draco due to the difference in timing.

Finally, Draco's fingertips were able to touch the small golden dot.

"Kane is right..." Draco had already begun to brake rapidly when he caught the Golden Snitch, but he was still too close to the ground.

"Malfoy never fails to get what he wants!"

This was what Draco thought of before he fell into a coma; he knew he hadn't let his brother down.

"Draco gets the Golden Snitch! Slytherin wins."

Kane's wand traced a serpentine path through the air.

"But remember, the real champion is not the number on the scoreboard, but the courage to defend honor with their life."

"But this victory will not be the final chapter."

"A true warrior always faces their defeat head-on, with an indomitable spirit—like a phoenix rising from the ashes, or an ice dragon awakening in the bitter cold!"

Kane's death also gave the defeated Gryffindors renewed courage, looking forward to the next battle!

Meanwhile, the Slytherins were still basking in their joy, convinced that even if there were a next time, they would still win.

Right after Kane finished his commentary, he headed towards the infirmary.

While he was on the commentary platform, he had already seen Snape carrying Draco away.