bacchusnovels Chapter 358 Will Hui Win? Hui Wins
Chapter 358 Will Hui Win? Hui Wins
Chapter 358 Will Hui Win? Hui Wins
Will I win?
It definitely will...
These nearly identical thoughts appeared in Cho Chang's and Harry's minds almost simultaneously.
Although they were some distance apart, at that moment, it seemed that their hearts resonated with each other in some tacit way.
Harry took a deep breath, feeling the fire bolt tremble slightly in his hand, and a surge of excitement welled up inside him.
She kept telling herself that this was not just a competition, but an opportunity to prove herself to Professor Phillips.
Ever since she obtained the fire crossbow, she had been thinking about how to fully demonstrate her flying skills.
Since her confession yesterday failed to get the desired result, she has been thinking about how to win this competition so that she can naturally make her request to Professor Phillips after the competition ends.
On the other side, Harry also felt a strong fighting spirit.
His fingers gently traced the smooth surface of the fire bolt, his mind replaying every match he had ever played.
For him, this broom is not just a tool, but a trustworthy partner and a testament to his hard work and sweat.
Victory depends not only on technique, but also on inner belief and determination.
Would two people really think that much? The answer is, of course, no.
This was just Luna's fantasy while sitting on the sidelines.
Recently, she returned to her old profession and started writing novels.
As Uncle Huck said, one must feel the emotions of the characters being written about, give them life, and bring their full image to life on the page.
These are merely Luna's fantasies as the author.
Reality often differs greatly from imagination, sometimes even feeling absurdly fragmented.
In reality, Cho Chang was simply looking up at the weather, while Harry nervously rubbed his broom back and forth, trying to calm himself down.
When the members of the Ravenclaw and Gryffindor Quidditch teams stepped onto the pitch, a deafening roar of cheers filled the air.
The Ravenclaw team, dressed in blue jerseys, stood in the center of the field, with Cho Chang in the center position.
Standing in the center alongside Cho Chang was Harry. He nervously swallowed, but couldn't help noticing Cho's striking beauty.
The two teams stood still, looking at each other. Cho Chang smiled slightly, his gaze meeting Harry's.
He felt a sudden tightness in his stomach, a subtle throbbing that seemed unrelated to tension.
Did you eat something bad this morning?
I shouldn't have listened to Ron and tasted the recipe Professor Phillips brought from the East before leaving the Great Hall.
What was it called again?
Fried dough sticks and eggs.
Harry's thoughts wandered aimlessly.
"Wood, Davis, shake hands," Ms. Hodge said succinctly, and Wood shook hands with the Ravenclaw captain.
"Get on your brooms... listen to the whistle... Trinity Harry and Cho Chang pushed off with their feet, and the Firebolt shot into the sky, far faster than the other brooms."
The two hovered above the field, squinting as they searched for the thief. While Cho Chang was completely focused, Harry was multitasking, listening to Lee Jordan's passionate commentary from the field—
"The competition has begun! The biggest highlight of this competition is undoubtedly the Firebolts—Harry Potter and Cho Chang are each wielding a Firebolt!"
The "Complete Guide to Flying Brooms" states that the Fire Arrow is the national team's broom of choice for this year's World Cup.
Fred picked up the conversation from the audience.
"So this match is roughly equivalent to the Quidditch World Cup."
A sudden gust of wind swept by, and another Ravenclaw batter flew in, aiming at Harry and blasting a stray ball.
Harry watched as the Snitch was within reach, but he had to quickly dodge to the side. The Blink-Bob Ball grazed his shoulder, almost causing him to lose his balance.
A tense gasp rippled through the Gryffindor supporters, while the Ravenclaws cheered for the batter's precision. Harry quickly regained his balance and turned to look at the Snitch—but in that moment of distraction, the golden figure vanished from his sight once more.
Harry's heart sank, and he felt a wave of frustration.
He scanned his surroundings and found Qiu Zhang. She was still following him closely, never letting her guard down as he made a move.
Jordan's voice rang out again, excitedly shouting, "The game is incredibly close! Ravenclaw has caught up, and now Gryffindor leads 80 to 30! The Snitch's fate seems uncertain, so let's wait and see what Firebolts get to do with it!"
"Jordan! Can you focus on commentating on the game instead of just hyping up the Flying Arrow's GG?" Professor McGonagall's disgruntled voice interrupted again, eliciting laughter from the stands.
Harry snapped out of his reverie and decided to stop letting Cho Chang lead him by the nose.
He suddenly swooped down, pretending to spot the thief. Out of the corner of his eye, he saw Qiu Guoran also accelerate and catch up. He suddenly stopped less than ten feet from the ground. Qiu Zhang didn't have time to brake, and the broom went straight down.
Just as Cho Chang was struggling to steady the broom, Harry pulled upwards without hesitation, climbing back up to the top of the field.
Just then, he saw a flash of golden light in the distance; the thief was near the Ravenclaw goalpost.
Harry's heart raced, his eyes fixed on the Snitch, and he suddenly accelerated toward the little golden dot.
His fire bolts streaked through the air so fast that it was almost impossible to see his movements.
Cho Chang chased after him with all her might, her speed constantly increasing, and she had completely surpassed Harry.
The thief was right in front of Qiu Zhang, almost within reach—she reached out her hand, her fingertips nearly touching those fluttering little wings. The cheers from the audience were deafening, and the air was filled with excitement.
Just then, Qiu Zhang suddenly shouted, "Oh!" She raised her hand and pointed forward, her expression turning extremely terrified. Her broom seemed to have lost control, and her body swayed precariously in the air.
Harry looked in the direction Cho Chang was pointing and saw three Dementors flying out of the shadows and rushing towards them.
Their appearance was like a shadow in the darkness, sending chills down one's spine. Tall, black-robed figures moved slowly along the edge of the field, their black, hole-like faces under their hoods looking up at him.
Without the slightest hesitation, Harry swiftly reached for his neck, pulled out his wand, and shouted, "Palmtops of Protection!"
A colossal silver object shot out from the tip of the wand and hurtled straight toward the three Dementors.
However, Harry did not stop to pay attention; his focus remained on the Snitch.
His heart was pounding, but his mind was exceptionally clear. He reached out again—just as the thief darted past, his fingertips precisely caught the small golden ball, holding it tightly in his palm.
Ms. Hodge's whistle pierced the air, signaling the end of the match.
Harry spun around in mid-air and saw his teammates' red figures rushing towards him from all directions. Wood was the first to rush to him, shouting, "Well done, Potter!" His excitement was palpable.
Arya, Angelina, and Katie rushed over and kissed him on the cheek in celebration. Fred grabbed him and shook Harry's shoulders excitedly, making him feel like his head was about to fall off.
Harry was almost breathless from the cheers and hugs from his teammates, but his face was full of smiles.
Amidst the warm embraces and joy, they finally landed on the ground. As soon as their feet touched the ground, Harry saw a large group of Gryffindor supporters rushing towards them, with Ron leading the way.
Before Harry could react, he was surrounded by an excited crowd, and the deafening cheers echoed throughout the stadium.
Qiu Zhang, meanwhile, slowly lowered his fire crossbow bolts, his face filled with a dejected expression.
She lost.
This result is not surprising; in a competition, there are winners and losers.
No one can win forever.
However, Qiu Zhang was somewhat unwilling to give up.
Rather than saying she lost to Harry or the Gryffindor Quidditch team, it's more accurate to say she lost to the Dementors.
Just a moment ago, she was so close to the golden thief. If she had just a second more, she could have caught it and won the game.
Unfortunately... there are no "what ifs".
Her Ravenclaw teammates came over and patted her on the shoulder.
"Don't worry too much, Cho Chang, you've done a great job," Captain Davis comforted him.
"Yeah, there will be another chance next time, let's work hard together," another teammate chimed in.
Qiu Zhang forced a smile and nodded. "Thank you, I'm fine."
Her gaze inadvertently fell upon the celebrating crowd. Harry was surrounded by his teammates, his face beaming with undisguised joy and radiating the glow of victory.
Although she was filled with resentment, she couldn't deny that Harry's performance was truly admirable.
Whether it's his composure in the face of Dementors or his precise and decisive actions, he demonstrates the skill of a true Seeker.
Qiu Zhang sighed softly and forced a smile.
She composed herself and walked towards the Gryffindor team.
She walked up to Harry, looked up slightly, and gave him a genuine smile.
"Congratulations, Harry," she said, with a hint of self-deprecating laughter in her voice. "You really won beautifully today's match."
Harry paused for a moment, then returned a grateful smile. "Thank you, Cho Chang. Your flying skills are truly amazing; for a split second just now—I almost thought I was going to lose."
As he spoke, he took a piece of chocolate from his pocket and handed it to her. "Here, take this. I heard it can relieve the discomfort caused by Dementors."
Cho Chang paused for a moment, then took the chocolate. "Thank you, Harry."
But for some reason, looking back now, she finds it a bit strange.
Isn't it said that... encountering Dementors will make you feel despair and unhappiness?
Why...: ...She didn't have any of those emotions, only a momentary shock and fear?
Harry smiled and nodded. "You're welcome. Let's work together again next time!"
Before he could finish speaking, Harry was once again overwhelmed by the Gryffindor celebration crowd.
"We won!" Ron shouted excitedly, desperately raising Harry's arm high into the air. "We won! We won!"
"Well done, Harry!" Percy exclaimed gleefully, beaming. "I won ten Galleons! Excuse me, I have to go find Penelope—"
"You're amazing, Harry!" Seamus Finnigan exclaimed, his excitement palpable.
"That was fantastic!" Hagrid exclaimed in a loud voice from the crowd, his smile as warm as his tall frame.
"That Patronus is really something," a familiar voice whispered in Harry's ear.
Harry turned around and saw Professor Phillips standing beside him, his face showing both relief and a hint of worry.
"Professor, the Dementors didn't affect me at all!" Harry exclaimed excitedly. "I didn't feel a thing!"
Sean smiled slightly and explained in a low voice, "That's because they—well, not real Dementors. Come and see—"
He led Harry through the crowd to a spot where they could clearly see the edge of the pitch.
"Look, you've really scared Malfoy and the others," Sean chuckled softly.
Harry stared in surprise.
There, Malfoy, Crabbe, Goyle, and Slytherin Captain Marcus Flint were sprawled out in a disheveled heap, struggling to free themselves from their long black hooded robes.
It seems that Malfoy just stood on Goyle's shoulders to scare Harry, and now Goyle's head is still covered by his robes, and he is struggling.
Professor McGonagall stood to the side, her face ashen, clearly furious.
"What a despicable trick!" she snapped. "Using such underhanded methods to interfere with the Gryffindor Seeker! Everyone in detention, and Slytherin loses fifty points! I need to have a serious talk with Professor Dumbledore about this vile act—oh, he's coming!"
Dumbledore was walking slowly toward them, his expression slightly serious.
"Minerva, what happened?" he asked.
Professor McGonagall, her face contorted with anger, explained to Dumbledore, "Albus, these Slytherin students are impersonating Dementors..."
Trying to interfere with Harry Potter is utterly shameless! They've completely violated the spirit of the game!
Dumbledore's gentle expression carried a hint of seriousness.
He watched Malfoy and the others silently. Malfoy's face turned pale, and he lowered his head, seemingly unable to look Dumbledore in the eye.
Seeing this, Sean took the initiative to take on the task, saying, "Principal, let me take charge of this."
Nothing could have added a more perfect ending to Gryffindor's victory than this scene.
Ron squeezed through the crowd to stand next to Harry, and together they watched Malfoy struggle out of his black robes, while Goyle's head remained hooded, making him look foolish and ridiculous. Harry and Ron were both doubled over with laughter, almost unable to breathe.
"Hurry up, Harry!" George called out urgently, squeezing through the crowd. "The party, the Gryffindor common room!"
Let's go now!
"Let's go!" Harry replied cheerfully, his mood indescribably good. He and his teammates, still wearing their bright red jerseys, led the way out of the stadium and headed towards the castle, as if they had already won the Quidditch Cup.
The party lasted all afternoon, and the celebratory atmosphere continued until late at night.
Fred and George Weasley disappeared for two hours during the celebration, and returned with arms full of butterbeer, pumpkin soda, and a huge pile of candy from Honeydukes.
"How did you get them?" Angelina Jason asked curiously as George tossed a mint toad into the crowd.
Fred smiled mysteriously and said smugly, "It's a secret! But forget about that tonight, just enjoy yourself!"