On Saturday, the Quidditch game is finally about to begin, with the first game being between Slytherin and Ravenclaw.

As soon as the Slytherin team entered the hall, there was a loud cheer from the table on the far right, as if they were celebrating their victory in advance.

Even the players looked relaxed, without any pre-match nervousness.

In their view, being shut out by Ravenclaw in the last game was just an experience gain for other teams. It was only a matter of time before they won the game, and there was no possibility of any surprises.

Marcus even started rehearsing a post-game celebration dance with others.

He swayed stiffly in the middle of the auditorium, looking like a baboon on ecstasy.

"Ignore him, Qiu." Cedric comforted the girl next to him: "Believe me, you are not weak."

Qiu Bai gave him a look and said nothing.

Although I knew Cedric meant well, it felt weird to hear these words coming from him.

It's like a top student who got full marks in the exam telling students who got zero that it's not that they are not smart, it's just that the questions were very difficult.

Even if it was well-intentioned, it made people want to beat him up.

"To be honest, your Chasers are really average."

At this time, Kyle suddenly said: "So the key to this game lies with you. You must catch the Golden Snitch before Ravenclaw falls behind by 150 points."

"I'll try my best." Qiu sighed.

Of course she knew this, but the Golden Snitch was not Bibi Every Flavour Beans, so how could she catch it just like that?

"Kyle is right." Cedric nodded and said, "Your broom is also a problem. It's too old. Even if you find the thief first, it's hard to gain an advantage. If you don't mind, I can..."

Before he could finish his words, a large flock of owls flew in, and the noisy sound interrupted his rest of the words.

Kyle noticed that six long-eared owls carrying a long, thin package landed right in front of Qiu Fei.

"Could this be..."

Qiu's heart suddenly beat twice, and he reached out his trembling hand and touched the package.

"You guessed it right, it's the flying broom. I remember those owls. They were the ones who brought Cedric a broom last time." Kyle said with a smile, "Why don't you open it and take a look?"

"But... I've never bought a broom." Qiu said nervously, "I wanted to buy a Nimbus 1700, but I'm still short of some Galleons."

"What if this was meant for someone else, but the owl sent it to the wrong person?"

Kyle shook his head and said, "That's impossible. An owl wouldn't make such a low-level mistake."

As soon as he finished speaking, another owl flew over and dropped a letter on the package.

Qiu nervously tore open the letter.

"There's your new broomstick Nimbus 2000 in there, race hard.

...Professor Fiflevi"

Seeing this, Qiu could no longer conceal her joy. She handed the letter to Kyle beside her and opened the package impatiently.

Just as the letter said, there was a brand new Nimbus 2000 inside.

Qiu didn't even eat, and rushed to the Quidditch field with a broom. When the other Ravenclaw players saw it, they followed him.

After Cho left, Kyle stood up and returned to the Hufflepuff table with Cedric.

He looked at the letter in his hand and shook his head with amusement.

It seems that Professor Flitwick was very upset by the last game. In order to avoid being shut out again, he changed the broom for Qiu.

After returning to Hufflepuff, Kyle gave the letter to Cedric again and asked, "By the way, what were you trying to say just now?"

He had wanted to lend Qiu his broom before, but it was obviously not needed now.

He glanced at the contents of the letter, then looked in the direction of Slytherin.

Everyone noticed that Qiu received a new broom, and they were no exception.

At this time, the cheers had stopped, Marcus stopped dancing, and everyone looked very unhappy.

…

Not long after, the competition began.

The stands were still packed with people. Kyle and Cedric sat in the front row, holding a banner to cheer for Qiu.

Slytherin seemed to want to bring the score to over 150 points, and showed strong offensiveness from the very beginning.

Marcus was riding his broomstick recklessly, and in order to score a point, he knocked the Ravenclaw chaser off his broom.

Madam Hooch blew her whistle to disqualify the goal and awarded a free throw.

Roger Davis got back on his broom and threw the Quaffle directly into the goal post with a powerful long throw.

Not only did he fail to gain an advantage, but he also lost ten points, which made Marcus even more angry.

In the following games, although they scored goals repeatedly, they were still unable to widen the gap by too much.

After the last zero-score incident, Ravenclaw made up his mind to undergo a long period of devilish training, and his strength improved greatly.

Plus, Qiu's new broom also gave them hope.

For a while, Ravenclaw was in high spirits. Every time Slytherin scored a goal, they would always find an opportunity to equalize the score.

Although Slytherin was still in the lead thanks to the advantage of the broom, it was only 30 points higher, which was far from 150.

Everyone was discussing the result of the game, but at this moment, Professor McGonagall suddenly came to the court. She put her wand to her neck and shouted: "The game is suspended, everyone return to the castle immediately!"

Soon after, other professors arrived.

Many people were taken away from the stands by prefects and professors before they realized what was happening.

The Quidditch players also stopped in mid-air, looking at what was happening below in confusion.

"Everyone, don't stop, follow the professors and prefects and leave the Quidditch field immediately!" Professor McGonagall reminded again.

"We're about to win!" Marcus complained unhappily.

He had just taken the opportunity to score several goals, but there was no change on the scoreboard.

"If you want to stay here forever, I have no objection..."

At some point, Snape appeared here. He stood behind Professor McGonagall and said coldly.

Now, Marcus had no objection.

He jumped off the broom nimbly, lowered his head and walked quickly away from the field.

The passage was cast with a magic so that no matter how many people passed by, it would not feel crowded. Under the leadership of the professor, it only took a few minutes for there to be no one left on the court.

On the way back to the castle, everyone also saw Professor Flitwick, who was holding his wand and looking around seriously.

The complaints in the crowd gradually died down, a tense mood began to spread, and many people subconsciously quickened their pace.

(End of this chapter)