A Certain Magical Hogwarts

Saturday arrived, and the long-anticipated match was finally about to begin.

When William and the rest of the Ravenclaw team entered the Great Hall, they were greeted with enthusiastic applause. Students from multiple houses were rooting for Ravenclaw to take down Slytherin.

William noticed Cedric Diggory and the Weasley twins leading the cheers.

Fred shouted, "William, make sure you knock Slytherin out of the tournament!"

The Slytherin students glared daggers at Fred, looking like they wanted to take him out before the match even began.

After breakfast, the team left the Great Hall to inspect the pitch. As they exited, the applause followed them, as if they were heroes marching to battle.

9:00 a.m

The Quidditch pitch started to get noisy as the students filled in.

Three-quarters of the crowd were decked out in blue tulips, waving sky-blue flags emblazoned with the Ravenclaw eagle.

Professor Flitwick conjured a massive eagle that soared across the sky, carrying a banner that read: "Ravenclaw for the Win!"

Behind the Slytherin goalposts, about 200 students wearing green cheered for their team, waving flags adorned with the shimmering silver snake of Slytherin.

Professor Snape sat in the front row, wearing a simple green badge on his chest. His grim smile suggested he was anticipating a bloodbath.

"Here comes the Ravenclaw team!" shouted Lee Jordan, acting as commentator as usual.

"Stark, Cho Chang, Davies, Laim, Zan, Larsent, and Bieber. Widely considered Ravenclaw's strongest lineup in years…"

His remark was fair; everyone knew Ravenclaw's past reputation as a bottom-tier team.

"Even though I'm a Gryffindor, having watched William play so many matches, I have to admit, he's the best Chaser Hogwarts has ever seen!"

Lee's compliment was quickly drowned out by a wave of boos from the Slytherin side.

"They're taking their places in the center of the pitch. Look, that's their Seeker, Cho Chang, the only girl on the team!" Lee continued.

All eyes turned to the middle of the field at Lee's words.

"Oh, she's talking to William. What are they discussing? Strategy?

"Don't worry, folks—I'm a lip-reading expert!"

He suddenly lowered his voice and mimicked William: "Cho, what do you think of Lee Jordan?"

Switching to a high-pitched tone, he imitated Cho: "Oh, he's amazing. I mean, his commentary is so funny and full of passion… That's right, I think Lee is the best commentator. I really like him…"

Hearing Lee's words, Cho couldn't help but laugh in exasperation. She glanced up at him and shot him a glare.

"Wow!" Lee exclaimed, "Did everyone see that? Cho just smiled! By Merlin, it was definitely for me!

"Wands out, everyone, you've lost your chance!"

This drew an even louder chorus of boos from the crowd, with some students flipping him off. Cedric urged the Hufflepuffs to take off their shoes and throw them at Lee.

Meanwhile, Harry stood dumbstruck, staring at the center of the pitch. For a fleeting moment, he regretted not being sorted into Ravenclaw.

"Don't mind him, Cho," William said with a grin. "After the match, Cedric will definitely give Lee a good pounding."

Cho rolled her eyes at William, placed her hands on her hips, and gazed skyward at a 45-degree angle.

"Do you think we'll win, William?" she asked.

"Of course, isn't that obvious?" William replied confidently, "The only question is, by how many points!"

William extended his hand, and the entire team stacked their hands atop his.

"Ravenclaw, for the win!"

Soon, the captains shook hands, and Madam Hooch blew the whistle to start the match.

…

William soared into the air, his Nimbus 2000 shooting straight up. With a flick of his wrist, he passed the Quaffle to Roger Davies.

"The game is on!" Lee announced.

"Both teams are sticking to standard formations, feeling each other out. Ravenclaw's Roger Davies has the Quaffle.

"He was phenomenal in the last match. Scoring one goal from nine attempts, two steals, and stellar defense. If he gets more chances, who knows what kind of insane stats he could put up? I'm excited to find out!"

The crowd erupted in laughter.

"Wait, what's that?" Lee suddenly exclaimed.

"Look closely, everyone! The Ravenclaw players are all wearing badges!

"These are the latest products from Akali's Mysterious Shop, not warming charms, but anti-wind badges!

"Now, for anyone worried about their hairstyle while flying, this badge is the perfect solution to keeping your hair flawless…"

"Jordan! Can you please focus on the game?" Professor McGonagall's voice cut in sharply.

"Apologies, Professor… Davies passes to Zan, who takes the Quaffle high into the air. Is he going for a goal? No, he's drawing the Slytherin Chasers away and passing to William down below. Brilliant; it's a decoy maneuver straight out of the Pokoff playbook!"

"William accelerates, the classic Wronski Feint technique! He dodges two Slytherin Beaters and enters the scoring zone.

"A twist, a kick, a backward lean—he scores!"

Lee's voice rose to a shout. "What a spectacular goal! His form is pure poetry in motion!"

William's goal ignited thunderous cheers from Ravenclaw supporters.

"I've said it before, and I'll say it again, William makes scoring look as effortless as drinking water!"

Lee suddenly added, "Check out the ring on William's pinky! It's enchanted with an Undetectable Extension Charm. Amazing! Top-tier gear!"

"I saw a crimson one last time, it was stunning! Folks, do yourselves a favor and buy it!"

"Jordan!" Professor McGonagall waved her fist in frustration. "Did William pay you to advertise? Get back to the commentary!"

William gave Lee a thumbs-up, clearly, he thought the promotional fee was worth it.

..

The match continued, and after 30 minutes, Ravenclaw had established a clear lead.

The game grew more intense and brutal.

Slytherin's Beaters, Lucian Bole and Peregrine Derrick, put all their strength into targeting William with Bludgers, trying to block his back to back scoring.

Once again, William darted into the scoring zone and added another 10 points. He raised his hands to celebrate.

But suddenly, a voice boomed across the pitch.

High-pitched, cold, and eerily clear, it seemed to emanate from the ground itself:

"Sorry to interrupt your Quidditch match. Seeing your joy, I thought I'd play a game too.

"Survive or perish—make your choice!"

The pitch fell silent. 

A chilling stillness swept over the stands.

Then, the grass in the center of the field split apart, revealing a gaping hole.

The ground trembled as a massive creature emerged.

A gigantic snake, its green scales glistening with a venomous sheen, rose high into the air, its body as thick as an oak tree.

It reared up, towering over the pitch, then lunged toward the Gryffindor stands.

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